- Ninja.
The definition today has changed from what Hachiman has learned from his clan. Usually ninja lurk in the shadows in silence and perform assassination missions by the client. But that has altered drastically. These modern day 'shinobi' parade themselves around out in the opening wearing outfits that consist of a bright hue. This was not the way of the ninja, or that was in his opinion but if the world continued this trend, Hachiman had no other choice but to accept the world for the way it currently is. Within Kirigakure, the Mizukage that reigned supreme was imprisoned in the Mizukage building. By imprison, not as he was being tortured nor being held hostage. Well, he was. By the village elders. The elders lectured Hachiman as he failed to complete the numerous piles of paperworks. His true appearance was exposed rather than being cloaked behind his ninja attire, the dull expression on his face.
"Is it really neccessary...?" Questioned the Mizukage as he folded his arms across his bare chest and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. His onyx pupils glanced over at the elders of the village whom were more irritated than concerned. Their focus was on the rather small village of Otogakure for some odd peculiar purpose. Hachiman hadn't paid attention in previous meetings why Oto was their primary target. The elders continued to blabber on about how he's failing to comply with the responsibilities of Mizukage. Slumping his shoulders, Hachiman hadn't cared of their opinion as he would simply turn his back to the two as they continued to complain. Glaring at the enormous stacks of paperwork against his desk, he narrowed his eyes as he focused his attention on the paperwork.
"Stop bitchin', I'll do it." A man of few words as he wandered behind his desk and placed himself on the chair starting to read over the paperwork. Some of them were ridiculous information such as rebuilding another ninja academy, construction of bridges, etc. Pointless matters that Hachiman couldn't care about. Grabbing a nearby ball-point pen, he sighed to himself as he wished he had an assistant to complete the task for him so he could focus on important matters. The ninja of Kirigakure. Regardless of their appearance or their personality, Hachiman admired each own of them as fellow ninja. Those who accept missions for the pride of Kirigakure or just to gain currency. Regardless, Hachiman continued to remain in his office as the village elders exited for him to complete the work in silence.
Thank god, it was like having two hawks watching their prey squirm around. A sigh escaped his lips as he continued to complete the paperwork until he started to let his mind wonder. The Mizukage averted his attention to the window as he leaned back against the chair glancing at the commotion that occurred within Kirigakure.
