The Mizukage sate in a rowboat with the two ANBU and the Genin. Kouketsu and the ANBU he assigned his task, had been rowing the boat along the oceans to the Land of the Rivers. It was quite close to Amegakure, a village Kouketsu admired and favored second to his own village. Most of all he just liked the forehead protector symbol. Four straight lines representing the Rain Village. Simple and effective. Disregarding the thought, he began to think about whether the others had been in any fights. He knew he'd have to count on all of them to keep each other safe. That was, if anyone tried to harm one another in the Festival.
"Has anyone been in any serious fights? Meaning, ones you could die in...."
Kouketsu looked onward at the endless stream of ocean, as did the silent ANBU. They both knew their shared hardships and how they came to be their respective ranks. Each watching the back of the other in serious fights. Still rowing the boat along, Kouketsu waited for an honest answer.
"Has anyone been in any serious fights? Meaning, ones you could die in...."
Kouketsu looked onward at the endless stream of ocean, as did the silent ANBU. They both knew their shared hardships and how they came to be their respective ranks. Each watching the back of the other in serious fights. Still rowing the boat along, Kouketsu waited for an honest answer.