A Message for the Mizukage

The body of a young shinobi pierced the shield of fog that spread itself across the streets of the Hidden Mist Village, barely more than a shadow in the swirling fog. His blotted form proceeded down one of the many lanes, weaving this way and that to avoid obstacles as he proceeded to his destination. Inside the hollow of his palm was a small scroll, one that was given to him to give to the mizukage herself, or to someone who could if he was not allowed audience.

After several long minutes of navigating the long labrinth of the streets, the young shinobi skidded to a halt inside of the mizukage's chambers, hesitating for a mere moment before his knuckles rapped hard on the door and he bellowed through the heavy frame.

"Mizukage-sama. I have an urgent message for you from one of the villages off the coast!"