There she was, sipping the tea at the table she sat behind. A tall, slender, pale-skinned woman with yellow lenses to cover her blue eyes, and a dark blue Haori tied down to her baggy black trousers. Her hair was tied up in a small man bun, her brown kasa resting on top of her head.

Mizu had always been considered a man, based off of her looks; a woman could never be a samurai during those times. So she just went with being called a male. A mysterious one, she was.