The moon was impressive hanging above the water country, obscured by the light snow that would fall upon the shoulders of his yukata, a notably light garment to wear in such weather, but not one that was hindering to him. His white hair would flow in the breeze, the snow on the ground melting quickly due to the surface temperature being higher than that in the air, but none melting on him due to his internal temperature. He was an interesting sight to be sure, though one that residents of the Hidden Mist would be fairly used too. As his golden eyes surveyed the area he noted none of the familiar landmarks that he had passed many times before, noting he had left the area that he was comfortable.. It wouldn’t be difficult for the Yuki to become lost in this area, but his goal was important and he wouldn’t ensure he saw it through. He wasn’t the strongest shinobi by any means. He had been perfectly average in the academy, and was adequate with his ice powers and the weapons he could make out of ice, but he still had a lot to learn and a long way to go to get to his full potential.
He had heard tales of monsters in these parts, but Mitsuo knew full well that the only monsters you would encounter here were people. As he thought on the horrible things that humans would do it bothered him greatly, possibly a great reason why he generally didn’t seek out the company of others. He wished that the world was a better place, and that these “monsters” didn’t exist, and maybe one day he would be able to make that happen. Maybe one day he would deal justice to those who deserved judgment, but until then he would simply keep his ideals strong in mind and meet whatever the world sent at him. He could hear movement through the trees, likely the sound of the wind but something that he kept track of no matter what. He was nowhere near where other shinobi were on that front...but his hearing was decent enough, and he wouldn’t let himself fall prey to these “monsters” on this night...he had to find his cousin after all.