The rain fell lightly, and although the air seemed clear and nature seemed at ease, nonetheless rain fell and had cast a gloomy dark gray color across the area. Animals ran amok to and fro trying to find shelter, mostly predator birds who had made their roosts in the hideout of the once-living Demon of the Mist, Zabuza Momochi. He lived in a time when Kirigakure no Sato was a more bloody and ruthless village, but those days were long gone with the succession of relatively more kind Mizukages. A dirty history is seldom recollected, but scarcely forgotten; Kirigakure still went on to be the conductor of other horrific acts and projects. The Gremlin project was the last known one to occur and be publicly called out on, but there was much justification to believe other "projects like that were occurring.
Scaling the side of a massive tree with a single arm, the runaway shinobi known only as Amatsu had a feeling that there was something he needed inside the building. Having not been in the Land of Waters in the past two years, he was very unsure if he was still a wanted target, or if he was a wanted target at all. News concerning the Gremlin project no doubt had spread throughout the shinobi world, but there was no exact "proof" of the incident. Amatsu never cared to tell others about the situation because, quite frankly, it did not bother him anymore. His time exploring the shinobi world's remote areas had helped him to relax and ease his mind of the horrors and tortures of his previous experience as a secret-trained assassin.
However, he never expunged the memories and feelings for the one girl that had caught his spiritual and, in truth, his heart. Chikara Shurajo was one of the other experiments, another Gremlin with a kekkei genkai. They had talked before, and in those few instances the young dragon boy was smitted with her sweet smiles and cheery being. There were many contrasts between the two: she wore red-like clothing, he blue-like clothing, she a controller of toxic blood and he the descendant of a lightning dragon. An odd pairing the two would make, no doubt. Amatsu blushed, but shook those thoughts from his head for the time being as he made it into the Monster of the Mist's lair.
He searched around quietly, making sure not to make his presence known in case anyone else was in the area watching or spying. "If only I knew what brought me here in the first place I wouldn't be so confused." Amatsu was beginning to think his instincts were going haywire, but best left after-thoughts once he got back on the move. His body was normal-appearing, not possessing the electric discharge he was famously known to exert. He was dressed in charcoal gray slim cargo pants, a blue and black-themed flannel buttoned shirt (top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows) and a hooded black cloak to defend against the rain. Barefoot the dragon spawn was, never liking the idea of shoes and other footwear. His feet were surprisingly clean and free of muck and dirt, something credited to his hygiene-friendly attitude.
