A young woman stood in the office of the Mizukage. This young woman, was about roughly sixteen or maybe seventeen, and her figure was perfect. Her waist was perfect, while her breast were big enough to slumber on. Her hair, a delegate white, reaching to about her mid back. On her back say a very knowledgable blade, that was wrapped in bandages. For whatever was on today's agenda, it was most likely planned by the Mizukage herself. The woman's back was straight up, she looked the Mizukage directly in the face. She was so firm, that if an earthquake occurred, she wouldn't faze her one bit. She'd still be standing there. Not even she was aware of what was about to go down, however she knew if there was a sudden change in schedule something a little big was going to be up. Or so she thought.