Meeting The Saltwater Deity [Private/No Killing] [Ōsharu Kōkkai/Setōshi]

And just like that, the Mizukage made his way out of the Administrative building and on to the rooftops of the local businesses and households that made up Kirigakure. His iconic blue hair wafting behind him as he trotted in the direction of his clan compound, the mixed emotions about his term could still be felt days later as he received dirty looks from some while applause from others. Progress of such magnitude would definitely not happen over night, thus shrugging such actions off he continued his trek. For the moment, Ōsharu was taking a break from the daily routine of righting the wrongs of the previous Mizukage and filing mounds upon mounds of untouched paperwork. A euphoric feeling it was to be freed from the confines of the chair and desk that sat in his office, the saltiness of the air only added to this feeling as he could smell the Sea, the Great Naruto Bridge coming into view shortly after.

"Almost there.. I really haven't been home since before Amagumo was assembled.. Baka.. That's another problem I'll have to deal with.. I guess I'll have to take them as they co-"

Consumed by his thoughts, the young man lost track of reality as muscle memory took full control and apparently knocked down a young girl. Snapping back to reality at this point, Ōsharu slid a hand around the girls waist and assisted her as she got up, brushing off lint and dirt from her garments where he saw it had acquired. Taking a step back while shaking his head, his hazel eyes locking with hers before he spoke.

"No need for apologies, this was completely my fault.. I guess getting sidetracked was bound to happen when one awards themselves such little free time"

He chuckled lightly with his right hand behind his head and scratching at his back. His voice inviting and smooth, definitely different than the labor filled timbre of the majority of Kirigakure's population. Assuming his typical posture, albeit with his arms folded across his chest, Ōsharu spoke once more.

"My name is Ōsharu by the way... & you are?"

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Chakra Pool: 270
Word Count 349

Developing personal ties to random people was something of a default in Ōsharu's programming, his reasoning being the fate of others depended on the choices that they made, but when one chose to intervene and intertwine with someone else's fate they then subject themselves to the same torment and or jubilation as their counterpart. Allowing one's self to take on the fate of themselves and someone who he had little to no experience with didn't sit well with the blue haired man, but as the young girl smiled up at him a different opinion on the matter began to plague his mind.


Although many shades darker than his own, the girl's blue hair did stand out in a manner that he himself was used to, but what really stood out to him was the abundance of blue haired individuals residing in Kiri that weren't of Kōkkai lineage. Just days before at his "inauguration" he had seen a few other individuals with the same characteristics, was this just a common trait nowadays or was there something else going on behind the scenes delving into Kirigakure's population? The world may never know... An eyebrow was raised as Ōsharu took notice of the change in wind pattern that occurred briefly before the girl gave her an introduction.


Ōsharu's speech pattern was smooth, choosing his words precisely before speaking them in his velvety deep voice. A mere second or two behind Zephyr, he began transitioning to the rail as well, his movements mimicking hers like the shadow of the leaf that fell from the highest of trees. Despite looking out onto the open sea,  Ōsharu's focus remained with his new acquaintance. The girl's curiosity causing a smile to stretch across the man's face, chuckling lightly he turned to face Zephyr. Looking past the blue hair of the girl, Ōsharu glimpsed two cloaked figures weaving in and out of the crowds that were scattered across the length of the bridge leading from Kirigakure.

Mission:

Chakra Pool: 270
Word Count: 447

Not a word was spoken, yet with a single head nod the two had exchanged confirmation to the answer of his question and a frontal assault was now in the midst. Taking a moment to assess the situation before striking actually ended up putting Ōsharu a few steps behind the young girl. One moment by his side and the next behind his foes, the blue haired man grew a liking for the young girl's reflexive and strategical & analytically thinking skills. One of the two men turned his head around as he viewed Zephyr appear behind his partner and himself then execute her attack, this demonstration of sensory skill was more than likely the reason that the duo was able to locate Ōsharu and the reason he escaped being ensnared unlike his partner who had fallen to the side.

"Hmm.. The girl is definitely fast.. & talented with weaponry apparently.. But.."

A devilish grin crept over the man's face as he watched as one of the assailants escaped the girl's attack. The moment the shinobi looked back Ōsharu took the opportunity to add some support to Zephyr's assault by extending his right arm out with his hand fashioned to look like a hand pistol, his thumb would come down like the hammer of a gun the very second the shinobi attacking him would turn his head back around. Boom! - Sobbing, crying, and flailing it's small arms widely as it flew through the air, a minature version of Ōsharu soared in a linear path headed for its target, the noise from the attack echoing some distance along the bridge and catching the attention of the bystanders.

Using his hands to shield himself from the impact of the Chibi Bunshin proved flawed as no such attack occurred, thus prompting the man to let his defenses down to asses what happened. Two strikes, one aimed at the man's chest and the other at the center of his back, occurred from two miniature versions of Ōsharu that appeared on opposite sides of his assailant as the initial clone dispersed in a puff of smoke when his hands mimicked dual versions of the hand gesture made by their creator. Thud.. Thud.. - The sound both hits made before the shinobi doubled over in pain, the Chibi Bunshin landing at his side and holding on to each of his arms.


Chuckling lightly with his hands in his pockets, Ōsharu decreased the distance between the assailants and himself. A big wave crashed against the side of the bridge causing a mist to spray upon the people in the area, a nuisance to some, but the complete opposite to the man accustomed to the sea's actions. A nostalgic feeling overcame Ōsharu as he looked into the literal star-filled eyes of his creations before coming to a stop a small distance away, he shook his head cracking a more playful smile this time before calling out to the exceptionally skilled genin.


Chakra Pool: 270 - 3.75 = 266.25
Word Count: 527

OOC:

Although silly in nature, the youthful display of heroism found in the girl's pose brought about an applause from the crowd, shaking them from their spooked state as they chimed in with certain sayings like "Nice teamwork!" and "What finesse displayed by the blue haired duo!", the uproar brought about by the crowd allowed for enough time for the two assailants to recuperate. Caught up in all the lights and cameras that was the crowd, the punch thrown by the young girl caught Ōsharu off guard as he took a few steps to his immediate right, a light chuckle escaped the man as he began to play off the throbbing in his arm. Single handedly, Zephyr had caused the man's name to spread like wild fire amongst the crowd, starting in a small murmur things escalated to shouts as the people began doing any and everything to get a closer look at Ōsharu.

"Ugh, great! Unwanted attention, just the last thing I wanted... But, I can't really blame her, it's not like she new... Oh crap! Now I have to deal with that and receiving my earnings from this mission..."

In the excitement of attempting to see and speak with the Mizukage, no one payed any attention to the assailants recuperating from their defeat. Not wanting to face anymore embarrassment, the two began weaving in and out of the crowd before making a run for it across the bridge and back to the village. Unfortunately for them the man they were hired to attack was a strict businessman who kept up with his finances, thus why one second he had been by Zephyr's side and the next he was sum ten meters (10 M) away. Standing in an unwavering fashion with his feet firmly placed on the ground and his arms folded across his chest, Ōsharu awaited as the men came to a skidding halt.

"Going somewhere?... Or, have we forgotten the conditions of the mission?..."

The man's tone of voice was flat and to be honest sounded a bit annoyed, something the assailants grasped quickly as the one struck by the Chibi Bunshin technique reached within his pockets to bring out a small royal blue bag which then was lobbed at Ōsharu. The moment it left the assailants hand they had vanished from the area without a single trace. After catching his earnings Ōsharu made his way back to the crowd who by that time were dumbfounded of his whereabouts and attacked Zephyr with repeated questions, cutting through the people with his hands raised in the air he began to address the people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to speak to me my office hours are from 12 PM to 3:33 PM.. Just head up to the Administration Building"

A few sighed and were flustered that they didn't get the chance to meet the leader of the village, slowly but surely they dispersed leaving a very awkward silence between the blue haired individuals. Grinning in a playful manner, Ōsharu threw a hand behind his head and scratched at the back of his nape.

"Oh yea, did I forget to mention that I'm the leader of Kirigakure? He he he... Ms. Aerie, allow me to reintroduce myself... I am Ōsharu Kōkkai, Juudaime Mizukage of Kirigakure no Sato."

Chakra Pool: 266.25
Word Count: 542

OOC:

And just like that, the Mizukage's whole composure seemed to freeze.

Prior to this an odd gust of wind whipped through the area leading from the village, a blank expression fell over the slender built man as he rose to his full height, his arms falling lifeless to his side. What spooked the man was surely unknown, but no more than a couple of seconds after the man's odd actions did an ANBU member dressed in the typical garbs arrived. An inaudible message passed through word of ear was exchanged from the newest and arrival and Ōsharu. The fun and inviting persona he wore became one that was more serious, more fitting that of someone that had something true in his heart that must be protected, more of that of one holding the title of the Mizukage should have. The ANBU member performed a single seal before disappearing from the area in a flurry of upward spouting mist.

Caught up by the news within the message that he had received, Ōsharu stepped off in the opposite direction to leave. Starting in somewhat of a trot then turning into a sprint, Ōsharu began to make his way down the length of the bridge. -- Chink -- The small bag chimed as it skidded to a halt at Zephyr's feet, it's contents contained her portion of the mission earnings. He looked back at the blue haired girl and gave one smile before calling out over his shoulder in what appeared to be his normal voice.

"No... Not right now... I need to get to the village quickly before anything else arises... The assimilation of Team Zero will have to wait for now..."

"Sorry Zephyr... Duty calls! Meet me once more at dawn on the morning after the next full moon... I look forward to seeing you again, stay well!"

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Word Count: 303