Kisame’s sandals scraped lightly against the cold stone floor as he moved through the narrow corridors of the Mizukage’s headquarters. The thick mist outside seemed to crawl inside the building, filling the air with a damp heaviness that matched his mood. The weight of his forehead protector felt like a constant reminder of his duty, but today, it felt heavier than usual. Another mission. Another life to take. The thought churned in his gut, but he had long since learned to push it aside.

He reached the door to Fuguki’s office and paused, taking a deep breath. With a soft knock, the door creaked open. His Sensei, who is a member of the seven swordsmen of the mist, looked up, his sharp gaze cutting through the dim light.

“There’s a new mission for you.“ Fuguki said, his voice as impassive as ever.