Mizushima Riku was a nosy person. She kept detailed notes on the information she learned about other people in files stashed away in her bedroom, enjoyed overhearing gossip, and liked to people watch. When word about an incident at the front gates began to spread, Riku's ears perked up. She didn't know a lot of the details, but she did know that a man called Hoshigaki Kyoji had been involved and that he was powerful. The blue haired genin hadn't looked into the matter too deeply, content to let the rumor mill do its work in its own time because she didn't expect to encounter such a powerful person.
As such, when the short teen went to find a secluded place to swim, she was completely unprepared to see the man. In fact, when she approached the lake, Riku didn't realize that the person moving about the water was Kyojin himself.
Riku hovered near the shore, debating with herself about what to do. Would it be alright if she got in the water too? Or would it be better to find some place else to swim? She had already taken off her socks and boots, bare feet at the water's edge, toes digging into the gritty sand. Uncomfortable socks were no excuse to be lazy or rude, though.
She could simply ask the man if he minded sharing the lake, but that required initiating conversation with a stranger. Riku bit her lower lip nervously. She'd been spotted. In a moment of brief panic, Riku's lower half liquefied, reducing her already short height by half. Embarrassed at the loss of control over her bloodline, the red-faced genin began to sink even further into the lake water as her body became a puddle of water.
As such, when the short teen went to find a secluded place to swim, she was completely unprepared to see the man. In fact, when she approached the lake, Riku didn't realize that the person moving about the water was Kyojin himself.
Riku hovered near the shore, debating with herself about what to do. Would it be alright if she got in the water too? Or would it be better to find some place else to swim? She had already taken off her socks and boots, bare feet at the water's edge, toes digging into the gritty sand. Uncomfortable socks were no excuse to be lazy or rude, though.
She could simply ask the man if he minded sharing the lake, but that required initiating conversation with a stranger. Riku bit her lower lip nervously. She'd been spotted. In a moment of brief panic, Riku's lower half liquefied, reducing her already short height by half. Embarrassed at the loss of control over her bloodline, the red-faced genin began to sink even further into the lake water as her body became a puddle of water.