A Mission That Confused: The Wolf Boy and The Woman of the Gales

A mission was born. Sousui, having established a country at the ripe old age of 14, was wandering through the underbrush that dotted the Fire Country's coast. Though she was 19 and a Daimyo, she had effectively rebuffed all attempts by shinobi from her country to join her. They gave good reasons, citing unrest in the fire country as well as how the rest of the Great Shinobi Countries were in shambles. 'It simply would not do to have a young Daimyo wandering around other countries on her own,' they said. She ignored them. Swaggering through the underbrush, she continued on her way to meet with the Fire Daimyo, carrying a sword and a fan on her back while stowing two more fans in the scroll attached to her hip. The wind continued to swirl behind her, gently rustling her lavender-colored hair.

In other words, it was going to be a warm day, the sun greeting the earth with a warm hug, the sky clear of everything but one or two clouds. To think that her world would change so soon...But alas, Sosui continued on, feigning obliviousness to her surroundings, just daring any bandits or rogues to challenge her. If there was one things she wasn't short on, it was confidence. In other to showcase this confidence, she let the wind play idly through her fingertips, manipulating it gently in order to cool her in this persistent heat. Her mind drifted back to Kunpū, the genin she was training. It was fun watching him grow as a shinobi, gaining more confidence and building up momentum, despite his reservations as whether or not he was worthy of being a ninja. "I guess that's the thing about growing up with a class full of prodigies and good shinobi," she thought.