Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-27960448-20160327042933

He was showing pure apathetic qualities. He hadn't cared, nor had he feared; anything really. His test today would push those morals to their limits. Just earlier today, he had been called into the Mizukage's mansion, centered directly as the folcrum of the village; keeping it balanced. When there, he was surrounded by others, Members of the village in which all carried different rank, and different weight. Among them, was the bubble boy. He hadn't quite remembered the boy's name so that's what Mizumi would call him. bubble boy. He gave him said nickname, purely for his ability to use those bubbles so proficiently. It interested him, seeing him use such a unique technique. Also with him in the Mansion Was Karihime, his partner; one of his team mates in his squad, and a lifetime friend. Mizumi was surprised to not yet see Kaiori, who he hadn't known rather or not was participating in the mission. Listening to the directions, he simply kept his eyes in a rotation-like state, sweeping the room like a scanner in every direction. He caught glimpse of everyone that was being sent forth, and noticed that not many of them were familiar. This would be a fun experience for him. An unknown, or rather, unnamed village just south of the village had been under some sort of attack. The details were fishy, and the thought of it was the catalyst to a deep cringe in his stomach. Was that fear finally stirring up? He was informed of the class of the mission, the threat level, the rank. Everything; and as each detail hit his ear his ability to not fear a thing was transpiring into the ability to grow fearful. Regardless, the team he seemed to be working with was adequate enough to take on such a challenge. Six people, some of which he knew, some of which he didn't. He'd find out how prepared for this he really was soon enough. Before approaching the gate he stopped home, gathering all his tools, instead of the usual half amount he carried on his person. He said his goodbye's, still emotionless. His face was dry, and still, not mobile in terms of expression and very straightforward in terms of his gaze. He only saw one way, forward. He was looking towards progression, and towards success. Upon meeting at the gate they weren't there for much time. And they left immediately. The sense of urgency was apparent early on, as they didn't even begin in a simple trot, but rather a jog, or run. With his arms tilted backwards, and his hands sharpened into "chops"; fingers connected to form stiff and firm surfaces, and to increase aerodynamics to fly like the wind. He was a bit slower than most in his party, but managed to keep up moderately well. However, he noticed that only 5 of them had been running, the 6th was simply hovering above; of course it had been the bubble boy.

"Aye. Bubble boy." He spoke without allowing his head to show direction, or targeting, hoping that he'd instinctively know that Mizumi had been talking to him

"I was informed you recommended me for this; Mind if I ask why?"

He said, awaiting a response, his brow peaking in curiosity, whilst his focused still remained on the path ahead, and the mission.