He of the Crimson Waves

The Land of Water, it belogned to him now, he had deposed of the previous Mizukage and he needed to inspect his territory. Fuyuki, the Sixth Mizukage sat perched in an elaborate palanquin, the palanquin itself consisting of a single windowed cabin which was carried on the shoulders of six of his men - all of whom were capable Shinobi in their own right; and composed his personal escort. The cabin was spacy and comfortable, with curtains of the finest blue silk. Fuyuki enjoyed the sights he saw and he leaned back against the soft comfort of the various pillows arranged within the cabin.

He had come all the way from Kirigakure to an island in the western region of the Land of Water, neighbouring the Land of Waves. It was all for the purpose of inspecting a small village which laid in close proximity to the ocean. It was a relatively simple village, the residents had so far not shown any particular aptitude for the prospect of the Ninja Arts; and Fuyuki was largely disinterested in their lives as a whole. The only reason he had bothered to come all this way was to ensure that they knew who their new Daimyō was. The village, while of little military or political worth, was important to the prosperity of his kingdom, as the island had among the richest soil you could ever find in the Land of Water and he needed to make sure that it was used to feed his nation and his growing army.

He had already sent two his men ahead to clear the way and announce his arrival in a formal fashion. It was important to deal with this in as official a manner as at all possible, so as to ease the transition for these simple souls. His porters continued carrying the palanquin until they finally arrived in the center of the village, where his escorts proceeded to put down the cabin down. Standing up from his seat, Fuyuki prepared to exit the palanquin, however, as soon as he took a step forward out of the cabin a rapidly growing puddle of water began to quickly ripple outward from just below the extremity. When he brought the foot down the water seemed to "accept" him and he slowly slid out of the cabin as if guided by an invisible hand, for every additional step he took, water seemed to well up from nothing beneath him in order to gently accept his footsteps. It almost seemed as though the water simply refused to let Fuyuki walk on the same ground as that of simple commoners.

Once he had "walked" a sufficient distance away from the palanquin, and thus placed himself in the center of the village he made a brief gesture in the air with his hand as abruptly, a large wave of water promptly materialized out of thin air beneath him, allowing Fuyuki to use the crest of the conjured wave. Employing this phenomenon as a makeshift throne, as the Mizukage leaned back the water changed and flowed in different manners in order to accomodate his form. By now, the entire village was covered with a few centimeters layer of water, like a gradually expanding pool which bathed the village, cleansing it of grime and dirt in honor of Fuyuki himself; and in the process, suffusing the area with his Chakra. By now, the townsfolk had begun to exit their houses warily in order to greet the newcomer - only a few of them dared to step out into the water that emenated from Fuyuki's position in gentle ripples.

Once he felt that enough had arrived, Fuyuki finally went on with the next step on his agenda. Clearing his throat, Fuyuki spoke to the villagers, his voice was clear and tranquil, but yet it carried a silent threat, it was hard, cold and immoveable. "I am your new Daimyō, my name is Fuyuki - I know you served and honored the previous Daimyō. Showing him hospitality, loyalty and generosity by sharing your soil with him, and offering up your harvest for the rest of the country, I hope that you will treat me as kindly as you once treated him" It was a pretty speech, one which held just the right amount of pleasantries and just the right amount of friendliness. But, this was but a formality for Fuyuki, for the way he had uttered the words, and the way he had spoken to them, while harmless in and of themselves was a silent threat - they knew what would happen if they deliberately disobeyed or otherwie betrayed him. He'd destroy their entire village in a heartbeat if so nessecary, Fuyuki was a man who believed in disproportionate retribution, if one man in a village acted against him, he'd remove that village in its entirety, it was a neccessity in order to prevent a revolt.

A scream resounded through the air, the scream of a frightened woman - it looked like one of his scouts had found a young maiden outside the village. Her hair was long and brown and bound neatly in a long braid which cascaded down her back. The scout was currently dragging her along by this braid like a hound as he made his way down towards his lord. Grinning wildly with yellow begrimed theeth, the woman was already sobbing uncontrolably, trying desperately to yank herself free from the grasp of the bandit. Fuyuki's face contorted in agony at the sight, her desperate sobs and gasps reminded him of his own past, unwanted images flashed through his head one after another, the womans fearful screams ringing in his ears, he desperately tried to shut the images out but they only continued coming. Beads of sweat formed on his temple and cheek and his breathing, before even and controled came in sudden gasps until at last Fuyuki rose quickly from his "throne" and with one single abrupt motion of his right palm, a concentrated blast of water was released towards the scout and the woman.

The mans eyes widened as the blast of water hit him square in the chest, but rather than to push him backwards the attack landed with such immense force that it instantly pushed through the mans torso, ripping with it organs, blood veins, tubes and gore which erupted from the mans back in an unrefined blast of crimson water which even after having blasted straight through a grown man continued onwards. The woman was most unfortunate, due to shock at seeing the man before her so gruesomely destroyed, and due to her unfavorable position the only think she could do was to try to defend herself from the blast by covering her face with her arms. However, that too proved futile as the immense force of the waters quite literally tore through her limbs, leaving them but gnarled and deformed pieces of flesh before hitting her the face. The woman was hurled backwards through the air by the force of the attack before being crushed into a nearby hillside. She was no longer a beauty, her face had been shaved off almost entirely by the titanic friction and pressure of Fuyuki's blast, leaving only her bloodied skull behind, but she had faced death much sooner than that because the very same blast had also managed to rip open her chest cavity, the blood of the two corpses mingled with the water to form into a distinct crimson color then.