Yona was dressed in casual clothing, to make it more fun for Sato given that in her all-white uniform there was no real place to hide. Yona had worn plain black pants and a gray t-shirt with brown boots. She crept around in the brush of the forest, passing by yellow and blue wildflowers and stirring up a small group of white butterflies from their resting places. "I'm going to find you, Sato..." She called out, pausing to listen for the echo of giggles. There was none and she smiled, thinking he was getting better at this game after all. Yona tiptoed around a large tree, letting her hand touch the ground. Using her magic she sensed out exactly where Sato was hiding. With a smirk, she lunged towards a nearby bush, shaking the leaves and brambles with a wild and goofy shout, "Roaaaaarrr!"
Sato howled in delight and covered his eyes. The black-haired boy crawled out of the brush and dusted himself off. His green t-shirt and tan shorts made it easier for him to hide. "That was fun," He chuckled. Suddenly he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at his sister. He pointed a finger, his voice as grave as she had ever heard him. "Did you use your magic to find me?" Yona licked her lips and shrugged nonchalantly, "Would I do that, little brother?~" He frowned, stamping a foot on the ground. "That's cheating! We have to play again and this time you're not allowed to use your magic." Yona bent down to grab his arms and said, "But Sato, my magic is fun, come on~"
Seeing him pout, she pulled him into a tight hug. "All right, all right, you win. No magic." He perked his head right up with a devious smile, "And you have to count to a hundred..!" Yona looked down at him, arching her brows, "A hundred?" "And you also have to spin around three times with your eyes closed!" Yona started tickling him and then let him go, "You better get out of here and hide, Sato. Don't push your luck with me! I am the MasTer of FinDing LitTle SaTo!" Her sing-song voice sent him scampering off and she let out a sigh. Yona spun around in three circles and counted to herself with her eyes closed, noting that although she made for a good sister, she certainly spoiled him too much to be called a good parent.