Snippet #2132262

"As for now until I can trust you, you may just call me Mizukage." The walk to the village was a fairly long one he never wanted a child to run across them while training and get hurt. After a minute or so she asked "Excuse me, um, Mizukage-sama? Have you heard anything about any organization seeking out jinchuuriki like myself?" He was quiet for a moment thinking of the stories that his grandfather and mother had told him when he was a kid about how great-grandmother had heard and maybe dealt with these people. The story always changed but he got the jist of it every time. "Yes, I have but stories from a long time ago." he turned his head to look back at them. "But who is to say they are not real?" he asked the girl. He lifted up his mask very briefly to wipe the sweat off of his face. With how he lifted it had shown some of his chakra scars. The mask may have been open for a brief moment but that was all it took. He turn and continued to walk to the village they would be there in about five minutes. "Anything else you wish to ask?" he directed that to the both of them.