After witnessing the desperate cycle for peace cause almost as much death and bloodshed as the Empire itself did, Shiro made his way through Konoha away from the conflict. A realization came to him as he surveyed war in its most raw form, a battle for one's free wil. This realization was of grate magnitude, perhaps in some form Takeo's attitude toward the rebellion helped spark this change in the blind man's mind. 

For a moment Shiro stood in the middle of the street, his head tilted upward slightly so his forehead faced the sky. A strong gust of wind followed his presence as the thought of God centered itself in his mind. He wondered why humans were allowed to bicker so pointlessly. He thought of the commander and his judgmental attitude toward Ryozan and how it reminded him of the way the Empress forced her will upon the great nations. Such similar people on exact opposite sides of the war. Shiro pondered the great interconnected nature of the universe and how he himself fell into place in between the two poles. He gravitated much more toward the side of free will and freedom, but the balance the Empress strived for was so appealing as well. Both sides had their flaws, but Shiro was not likely to remain in Konoha for long now that the rebellion was over. 

From what he had heard Suna was losing its rebellious hold and was turning Imperial faster each day. This did not bode well for the samurai, who shook his head at the thought of having to remain in Konoha and take orders from Takeo, one who did not even value his services and wrote him off as some mercenary. He seemed at a loss for options with the state of Sunagakure, his temporary home, becoming less and less appealing the more he thought of returning to Imperial customs. He looked down at the ground in thought. 

The presence of two men caught Shiro's attention while they walked away from the battle that had to soon come to an end with the inevitabe victory for the rebellion. The blind samurai lowered his hat and turned to face.. one man? The image of the man making his way out of the village was of a stout old, grisly man of bushy white hair. Shiro recognized this man as one of the elder shinobi of Konoha and a notable member of the rebellion. Shiro rubbed his hand over his rough cheeks. He slowly raised his left hand and pointed at the old man approaching the exit to the village toward the Empress's castle. 

"You.. you're... your name is Senju! Hei.. chachi... Heito.. crotchi... Heitokuraimu Senju!" [[i]Hate-Crime Senju[/i]] Shiro shouted obnoxiously throughout the fairly empty streets, seeing as most of the fighting was going on a ways away from them. The blind samura kept his hat low as he spat with each word, violently pointing at the old man. "What are YOU doing leaving your rebel comrades in battle, you's a scared lil' BEAATCH?!" Shiro exclaimed, keeping his right hand at waist-level while continuing to aggressively poke at the old man's presence.