Hōzuki Mizuki
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As Ren's melodious voice filled the air with the haunting beauty of his folk song, the atmosphere at the village's main gate seemed to undergo a subtle transformation. The early morning chill carried the notes of his shamisen and lyrics like whispers through the crisp air. It was an unusual sight for those passing through the gate, one that elicited curious glances and, occasionally, appreciative smiles.
Among those drawn to the enchanting melody was Mizuki, the Hozuki shinobi who had been assigned as Ren's teammate for the mission. Dressed in their typical warm jacket, scarf, and furry boots, Mizuki slowly approached the gate with a sense of curiosity, doing their best not to interrupt the song. Their steps fell in sync with the rhythm, and as they drew closer, they couldn't help but admire the skillful and soulful performance.
The song itself held a certain melancholic charm, reminiscent of the changing seasons, the ebb and flow of life, and the perpetual cycle of nature. Ren's voice, combined with the ethereal notes of the shamisen, created a mesmerizing effect, transporting those who listened to a world where time moved in harmony with the music.
As Ren's song reached its conclusion, Mizuki offered a warm and appreciative smile and gave a small applause. "That was awesome," they commented, their voice soft and gentle. "It's not every day you meet a shinobi that can play an instrument and sing."
Mizuki took a moment to observe Ren, appreciating his attire and the shamisen he held. The instrument had an elegant and traditional appearance, hinting at the reverence with which it was likely treated by its owner. The strings and wood seemed well cared for, reflecting the dedication Ren must have for both his music and his duties as a shinobi.
"I'm Mizuki, by the way," they introduced themselves with a friendly nod, reaching out with their right hand to shake their temporary companion’s hand. "I heard about our mission to Gengetsu. I’m hoping the city isn’t too busy this time of year, I’m not a big fan of crowds."
With a quick glance around the gate and a momentary pause, Mizuki added, "I guess it’s just us, so once you’re packed up we should be good to go"
For this particular mission Mizuki packed a medium sized black backpack with snacks for the trip, it was only a two day trip but you never knew when you’d get hungry on these missions that required large trips to big cities. Other than that they had packed relatively light for the trip, they didn’t expect for it to turn into a big fight or anything, they were basically just a glorified mailman right now.
Mizuki's gaze turned to the horizon, where the first hints of daylight began to emerge. They couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth as the rays of sunshine hit their face and they awaited the commencement of their mission with a newfound comrade.
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