The pacing was quiet but hurried, as a cloaked figure traveled the dark forests of the Grass Country. Maneuvering giant mushrooms, the cloaked figured attracted strange and beastly creatures. With a cold bark, one of the animals approached, yet the cloaked figure did not stop. Instead, the creature fell down on the ground, unconscious.
Bending around a giant toadstool, the figure halted the pace. Looking up from the cloak, she saw the one she was to meet. When she brought down her cloak, the smell of dandelions swarmed the area, soothing, but also a powerful soporific, which she muted right away. Yet it was not the perfume or even the cloak that brought the attention of the person, it was her bright crimson hair. She was Isabella Uchiha.
I trust my ex-village will miss their Mizukage dearly. Or are they unaware of your absence??
Bending around a giant toadstool, the figure halted the pace. Looking up from the cloak, she saw the one she was to meet. When she brought down her cloak, the smell of dandelions swarmed the area, soothing, but also a powerful soporific, which she muted right away. Yet it was not the perfume or even the cloak that brought the attention of the person, it was her bright crimson hair. She was Isabella Uchiha.
I trust my ex-village will miss their Mizukage dearly. Or are they unaware of your absence??