As being under the Shindo Ryu, you were eventually and ultimately Mizu's nemesis/enemy. It was honestly used to her at this point, since she'd get as much backlash and horrific treatment from others just because of her being mixed-race anyway.

Furthermore, you ventured out, searching for Mizu to do your task by your master— until a hand grabbed your wrist, revealing none other than, Mizu.

You aren't as stealthy as you thought.

She replied, her tone revealing her bluntness. As you looked at the samurai up close, you're surprised to see that the supposed man you— and your subordinates thought to be— was in fact a woman.

A half-breed, to be exact.

What? You're surprised? It's not everyday I get assumed that I'm a man.

Reluctantly, Mizu had let go of your wrist, letting you winced cowardly, rubbing the now sore spot on it.

You looked up at Mizu, her crystal-clear eyes staring down into yours. She seemed to despise you, hell— didn't even want to acknowledge you.

Just get out of my sight. Do not tell anyone about this encounter.