sissys time to reflect

"I am the Mizukage."

Sissy raised an eye brow as she drank her wine "bet that keeps you busy" she said

Eh..paperwork here, missions there. Pretty simple work."

sissy looked at him "your a bit young for a Mizu aren't you?" she sipped the wine "so what mission are you on now?" reaching into her pocket she slipped out the key she had been given feeling its cold metal against her hand.

"Age does not matter when you need to lead a village in my opinion.. I am not on a mission I give them out to my ninja. I'm just kind of walking around."

sissy couldn't help chuckle "do you fight?" she asked her fingers dancing along the metal of the key as she spoke.

*He popped his neck*
"I live for the thrill of the fight."

"really" she said her interest now peeked "tell me what excites you about a fight, is it the thrill you get from focusing your chi or just the fact you could beat someone who's better than you"

"Neither..It's the chaos that fuels me..the taste of the bitter sweet blood the fear of losing, all of it."
*He closed his eyes and smiled showing his teeth again.*

sissy smiled "That moment when you hold life or death in your hands, the same moment you hold your own fate ether to kill or not, to become killer or savior" she said looking down at the key resting in her hand "a choice i have made may times" she said softly.

"Yes those are the moments when the true being of a person comes out. To decide and seperate coward from fighter. Unfortunately for all my victims that was not an option for them."

sissy looked at him "you killed them for what reason?" she asked

"Numerous reasons..Personal and threats to the village."

"ah" she said sipping her wine again "you were defending you village, that's a good thing" it was now she noticed his sharp teeth but said nothing "i see no sword how do you do that?"

"Your wrong about the sword thing. However when I dont use it."
*He tapped his fingers on the table with his long and sharp nails.*
"I rip them apart."

sissy looked at his hands "guess its like having five sharp blades at you finger tips, so to speak" she said "me i prefer only one"

"I am never without my sword."

"with fingers like that i guess not" she said she slipped her own sword from her side placing it on the table in front of her " this was my fathers he taught me how to use it amongst other things"

*He focused his shadow chakra into his hands and reached in his shadow and pulled out his Yamato dragon blade then placed it on the table sheathed as well.*
"Like what other things?"

she smiled as she remembered her training " he taught me how to focus my jujitsu and to use it"

"Huh..That must have been nice having someone to teach you."

"well, it was till he died" she said " I was five men came and challenged him while he was training me he refused they killed him " her face became serious as she spoke

"Hmm thats a shame."

she looked up at him "for who?" she asked "for them or my father who i had to bury at only five years old" her hand clenched around the key she held

"For you."
*He looked at her in the eyes and placed his hand over her fist.*
"I lost my parents at an early age as well."