Outside the Mizukage Building, the four members of Kisame Squad were about to head inside as usual to pick up a new mission when they happened to run into Karatachi Yagura, who had just come out.
"Lord Yagura!"
"Oh, Kisame." Karatachi Yagura looked up with a smile. "I was just looking for you. Come with me!"
The four followed him to a small tavern.
"You're not old enough to drink yet, but you can eat as much grilled fish as you want. It's on me!"
Yagura's purplish-red eyes narrowed into slits as he spoke with a beaming smile.
Seeing that expression, Araki instinctively felt that something was off.
Given Karatachi Yagura's position, there had to be more to suddenly treating them to a meal. Was he going to hand them another mission "concerning the future of Mist Village"?
Don't keep shearing the same sheep!
Hadn't he seen that Zabuza's eyebrows had practically been shaved bald already?
But as an insignificant genin, Araki did not dare say anything or ask anything. He could only gulp down fruit juice, chew through grilled fish, and quietly wait for the wheels of fate to turn.
Fortunately, this time it was not bad news!
"Kisame, do you want to join the Anbu?"
Hearing that, Araki let out a long breath. At last, the weight on his heart had been lifted. So it was just joining the Anbu. Then there was nothing to worry about.
Mist Village was a strange place. Araki had been afraid that Karatachi Yagura would suddenly say something like, "I think the Third Mizukage is being controlled. Let's take him out together."
Or, "The existence of the XX clan is already hindering the village's development. Go wipe them out."
Mist Village's ninja never showed mercy when killing their own. Nor did they