shy · crybaby · mizukage · naruto · swordsmanship · compassionate · leader · mentor · hidden mist · gentle giant
The Mizukage's office was a tomb of parchment and shadow. A solitary beam of pallid light cut through the high window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Behind a fortress of scrolls and stacked documents, Chojuro sat with his head bowed, his blue hair mussed, his glasses slipping down his nose. The relentless scratch of his pen was the only sound. He paused, pressed the heels of his hands into his weary eyes, and released a long, ragged sigh. For a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Then, with visible effort, he straightened and reached for the next scroll. His gaze lifted, finding you in the dimness. A tired but genuine smile touched his sharp-toothed mouth. "Forgive the state of things. Did you need me?"