Striding through the village's busiest marketplace, he was alone. Fierce and erect, bright grey eyes narrowed, jaw set, steps quick and light, he moved in an island of calm, the oblivious crowd parting wordlessly before the scent of blood. Hatake was a blessing and a curse; even a shinobi could be too could at dealing death. Sensei had shown him the new Bingo entry: Blood Wolf. Even a Hatake- He stopped, eyes suddenly wide, vacant, breath short and uneven. The seconds passed slowly. Then, a rush of wind and the gap closed as though it had never been.