[indent]She now insulted him. In truth, if she would've just done so beforehand, Hayato most likely would not have been so enraged. It was common if not expected of youth to act in such a brash manner, but the audacity of this girl - this fifteen year old girl - had in arguing with Hayato over topics she had no true grip on pushed him much farther than it should have. Hayato should have never been made a sensei if the Konoha youth acted with such a superiority complex. Hayato came from Ame. In his youth, you did not question what you were taught like she did. You did not act against your sensei with such conviction. You were being trained for war, not just sitting aside to watch it. This girl had done it. She had pushed Hayato too far.[/indent]

Hayato swung the Kami by her arm, positioning her in front of a window that he then kicked her out of. Several stories down would be a harsh descent of not a lethal one for most, but Hayato knew the girl was a healer, and at this point he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want to risk her survival, that was. Hayato pursued Kami out the window, retaking her hand only to blast her in the chest with a Decapitating Airwave, multiplying the force she traveled through the air exponentially while simultaneously ripping off her right hand from the wrist as well as shattering part of her radius. Before she even hit the ground, Hayato fired a second-mid air Decapitating Airwaves at her, then darted off realizing the collateral damage he caused would most likely be easily seen.

[i]"Hosuka shoul''ve nevear given me dis job..."[/i] Hayato muttered as he shot out like a dart, heading West through the woods of Konohagakure. He had his White Jacket Insanity activated constantly, fleeing at nearly the speed of sounds. What 'police force' Konoha had at this point was still arriving at the scene by the time he had easily left the Konohagakure border and was traveling through the Land of Fire. Hayato was sure of it. He'd be an outlaw, again. He never did fit into Konoha anyway. It was too soft. Everything there seemed all wrong. Too much structure, but not enough discipline. Or, maybe the harsh desserts of Suna made him just plain too strict to ever live outside them as a shinobi. Most of the time, he was carefree, but the moment he became serious, he always took things too far. In the lonely desserts, you had to. In war, you had to. In a place like Konoha, a man like Hayato was far out of place, and this only proved it.