Asterix came upon Mizukage's manor, his facial expression covered behind the shadows of his long strands of unkept hair. He was a warrior, his appearance meant little to him, he kept his appearance fairly simple consisting of a vested haori, which trailed down to the of his thighs, with tears and rips throughout the ends; representing the battles he's been through. He were a wrapping around his abdomen, and a black hakama; which went well with his haori in color. On his feet, he wore tabi for socks, and grieved sandals for foot wear. He looked like a traditional samurai but only a fool would believe his sword was his only weapon. Asterix slowly walked into the Mizukage's manor, made his way passed the armed guards, who still shivered at his ghastly appearance, the various scars, and tears on his clothing, his dark grey skin tone made him look as if he just roae from the grave. Makikng his way through the various corridors, his feet pressing weight on the wooden planks making then squeak as if in pain. When he came to the Mizukage's office he opened the door, nonchalantly and made his way in. "Mizukage-dono I need to talk to you bout something."