Suzumo's Entry

Suzumo eyed the gate up and down, it was a lot colder here than it was in the wind country that was a bust, but at least he could throw snowballs. "Wow, the security is a lot tighter." Heading up to the main gate he began to speak before he was cut-off by a group of guards, "I just need to see the Mizukage." He said outright as if he would just walk right up to him without precautions, "Tell him its for training, or something along those lines."

"Are you going to let me in." He waited for several minutes, "Were waiting for a reply." Suzumo got very bored and began to sway from side to side becoming anxious, "Alright times up." Using his pointer and middle he jabbed the two guards in front of him in the head, "Temporary Paralysis Jutsu." They fell swiftly to the ground, "Oops was that me." The third guard finally noticing reacted, but not soon enough a kunai had flown by his face enacting one of Suzumo's favorite genjutsus. "Ephemeral." The man fell to his knee's, but unlike the other two didn't pass out his will must be stronger. He leuisurely began walking through the gate, probably going to be cut off by guards soon, "Thats better."

Genko, who was on border duty, suddenly percieved multiple chakras diminishing. What's this? he pondered. Being a skilled sensory shinobi, he reacted immediately and moved south towards the source. When he got there, he noticed a few guards laying on the floor- blood flooding the ground; dead. Focusing chakra to his feet, he glided down the walls to face a young boy. "Hmph.. what do we have here..?" wondered Genko. He pulled out a kunai, gave it a few swings, and gripped tightly to it. "Intruder! Identify yourself!" ordered Genko. He did not know who this outsider was, but Genko was quite prepared as he could take this one out in a few minutes.

"Finally..." He turned around to see the man was a bit ticked off, "Oh, I came to see the mizukage, but you know the guards were slow so I decided to bypass them and find him myself. Patience isn't my thing." He itched over his band covering his left eye. He scuffed off all the dirt from his shoes and before saying, "Soooo do you know where he is."

Genko looked at the teenage boy in front of him. "You... looking for Lord Mizukage..?" laughed Genko. Sensing deep in this boy's chakra levels, Genko found it very inferior compared to his. Genko studied the boy's face... Konoha shinobi no doubt. "Such information is confined.." Genko stated. "However, I can leave a message to him for you while thinking if I should dispose of you myself or call the ANBu Black Ops..." he added. "So... please state your business, your very life could depend well on it.."

Lifting up the band that covered his left eye, "This should tell my story." He revealed the healed slice mark through his eye and the one tomoe sharingan, "I wish Lord Mizukage to help me develop it, that is all." He smiled pulling the head band back over it and patting it down.

Genko began to back away from the youngster, once he had saw the Sharingan. Sharingan..??!! So he had a transplant or some sort of genetic inheritance..? wondered Genko, his hand gripping tightly onto his kunai. His expression remained neutral and calm but inside he was nervous. He had fought Lord Mizukage before and it did end very well for him, underestimating the powers of Sharingan. But the boy didn't look like an uchiha, possibly from another family, Genko couldn't tell. I'm I under a genjutsu? he first pondered. He touched his face and attempted to peel it away, it hurt alot. Guess not.... if it's one tomae that our sensory levels are nearly the same... "I see, he shall be the one to decide, but for now you're to be escorted as a.... guest.." said Genko.

"Guide me then." He said outright as he began walking in a random direction he thought was the right way to the Kage's office, "Oh right, were are we going again." He pulled the headband down over his eye to stop his chakra from depleting anymore, he didn't bother placing the ninja he met under a genjutsu because he seemed as if he was telling the truth, but it couldn't hurt to keep his gaurd up, "Well hurry up." He was very impatient.