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Word Count: 508
Target Word Count: 2000

Mizara flew threw the air between trees in the swap. She had always made it a game to try and make it through the disgusting area without having to touch the ground. It had become quite easy for her to navigate the thinning swamp, with it lacking the amount of foliage, one might of thought it impossible. However, it was easy with a little bit of thought process, which Mizara had a ton of time to think about recently. She planted a foot on a rotting branch and pushed off of it hard, making it snap under her foot as she launched herself to another tree a few meters away. Mizara maneuvered gracefully through the air, attempting not to make a mistake whatsoever. It was inevitable that she would, however, it was only a matter of time. One can't possibly be perfect at one thing all the time, and she knew that from experience.

Mizara took a hold of the hilt of her Hattori Whip-Sword and yanked it from its sheath, the blade broke into many links as it revealed itself from the compartment, eventually coming out in full and flapping through the air as Mizara ran. She was proud of her new weapon, and hadn't had a chance to use it the way she would have liked to. It was a unique weapon of course; She hadn't seen one like it throughout her life. Though it was quite possible that there could be ones like it. It was no matter though, Mizara loved the weapon all the same, admiring its sleek design and perfect balancing. The weight of the blade wasn't too overbearing either. The chains connecting each link could be heard clearly as they clanged together from the brusque movement Mizara was creating. With one swift action, Mizara hopped off of another branch and twirled in the air, spinning three full turns before landing on the next branch. The blade followed her movement, creating what seemed like a vortex of steel rotating around her. It was an awesome mechanic, Mizara thought as she completes her performance, she believed it would serve her well in the years to come.

Glancing up at her surroundings, she spots a wide opening in the foliage and dashes straight for it. The lack of platforms Mizara had to utilize here was ever increasing, so before the last tree was underneath her, she picked up speed. As she launched off the next branch with more force than the ones before, she flew through the opening in the treeline and into a clearing whose surface was far below her. Mizara did another twirl for her own enjoyment, watching the blade dance around her before she touched down on the soft grass.
She huffed a big breath, slightly winded from the exercise. Mizara had always pushed herself beyond her limits, but he felt like taking it easy today as she had outdone herself the whole week prior to the day. So finding a clearing such as the one she was in now gave her an opportunity to relax a bit.

Mizara looked around, observing her surroundings, there wasn't much to look at, it was honestly just an open area full of grass. The only thing that was unique to this spot was the young girl sitting in the middle of the clearing, seemingly eating what must have been lunch. This peaked Mizara's interest, as she had always liked people in general, and speaking to them no less. So it was natural for her to light up with a cheery grin on her face and wave dramatically over at the stranger. Mizara found herself calling out as loud as her vocals would let her, "Hey, friend! What are you doing way out here?" She said teasingly. Mizara had always labeled most people as "friend" when first speaking to them, it was just the way she was, she always wanted to make sure that people felt comfortable around her. Of course it was obvious that the stranger was eating their lunch, but it would have brought up a conversation nonetheless.

Mizara was hopeful that the girl would be willing to speak with her. She hadn't been looking for social interaction, not out here anyways, but now that she had found an opportunity, of course she was going to take it.

WC: 730
TWC: 730

Mizara saw that the girl look extremely shy when she approached her. Before Mizara had a chance t say another word, she noticed that she was still brandishing her new weapon, out in the open for the girl to see. Whether the girl thought it was a threatening prospect of the situation, or merely just another object was beyond her. However, Mizara wanted to be a little more polite than that. She flicked her wrist as she tilted her sheath downward, the sword buckled into itself upon its many lengths until it was whole again, before she shoved it back into its holder. It was one swift motion that Mizara had practiced countless times before she decided to take it out and actually tried to train with it. The weapon was useless to her if she couldn't sheath and unsheathe it correctly.

The girl gave her greeting, and it seemed as if she was sort of stumbling over her words a bit. It isn't anything new when others were shy towards Mizara, she was really forward and up front. Sometimes Mizara barely gave people any room to talk because she would blast them with many questions before she even gave them a chance to answer quick enough. With this in mind, Mizara decided to take a different approach to this encounter, especially since she wasn't really in the mood for scaring people off today. it wouldn't exactly help her self esteem much at all if it were to happen that way. So she chose to just let the girl talk instead of bombarding her with questions before she can so much as get out her own name. That was certainly no way to make a friend at all.

The girl introduced herself as Teru Uchiha. This was surprising to Mizara. she hadn't ever met an Uchiha before, despite hearing the countless stories about the clan. The lore that lingered over them only dwarfed the importance of the Hattori clan, and made Mizara feel small in her own little world. She shook this thought out of her head as she realized that everyone had importance in the life that they lived, and it was wrong to think otherwise. Mizara gave the girl a warm smile and offered her name in return. "Mizara Hattori" she said, offering a little falsetto to her pitch, becoming a little giddy as she spoke to Teru.

Mizara was sure that Teru would come to enjoy her company. At least she hoped this much. It was becoming increasingly lonely in Kirigakure as the time rolled by, there wasn't very many people for her to speak to or hang out with, and it only made Mizara upset the more she thought about it. Mizara hoped that she could show Teru that she could be a good friend for now and in the future, hopefully impacting her life for the better. It would make Mizara feel better knowing at the end of the day that she had helped someone.

WC: 506
TWC: 1236