As a young priestess, Misao was often relegated to the minor duties of the shrine. She often had to tend to the gardens - which she would have gladly done anyways - and cook or clean. She spent several hours meditating and several others training, leaving her with little free time. However, when she did manage to have some time to spare, she often found herself tending to the village's children, particularly the orphans. One of her more important duties was to deliver food, supplies and additional money to one of the local orphanages on behalf of the shrine. She would spend additional time with the kids, playing with them and even sometimes teaching them the basics of musical instruments. It was tiring, but rewarding. It also helped that the children of the orphanage didn't keep their distance from her like others did.

Misao was the child of the former Kazekage, who fell from grace over a year ago and was branded as a defector and a traitor.

People tended to think ill of her - the lesser known child of the four that the former Kazekage had had in total. Her siblings were all capable of rather impressive feats in one area or the other while she was less ambitious, in a sense. Of course, she was just as driven as they were to reach their goals, but hers didn't revolve around becoming obnoxiously strong. Misao was a priestess first and a shinobi second, even though the village looked at it the other way around.

Now was one of those rare moments where Misao found herself with little to do. She walked along the streets of Sunagakure, much to her dismay. She hated the sand and would have much rather preferred riding on the back of the giant hyena that she called a pet. However, Little Zim was nowhere in sight. She frowned for a moment. No matter. She had learned by now that it was best to leave Zim to his own devices, lest he tear up the furniture at home again in a show of rebellion.

"Lady Misao! Lady Misao!" She heard the voice of two small children calling out to her. They ran towards her and gripped her skirt. She recognized them and smiled at them as they began to walk beside her, each holding one of her hands. "It's always good to see you," she greeted them. They seemed happier than usual, more hyperactive, at least. "There was a funny man, Lady Misao! You missed it, he was telling stories!" the other child piped in. Ah, so that was what they were so excited about. "Oh? What were these stories about?" She asked them. She was walking rather aimlessly. However, several shops lined the streets. She supposed she could always use some new sealing scrolls and maybe a few kunai. She would get to that later once the kids went off to play again.

"He told a story about a sock!" One of them said, in between fits of giggles. The other child chimed in, laughing as well in a conspiratorial manner. They were arguing about who should retell the story now, each a little too embarrassed to start it. Misao stopped at the convenience store, figuring she might as well get the kids some candy while she was around there. "Look! That's the funny man over there," one of the kids shouted, pointing at the man, who couldn't have been more than a few years older than her. Misao blushed slightly, embarrassed about how the children were so rudely calling to him. She shushed them, though kindly.

"Please, don't mind them, Kiki and Shinzo can often be rather loud. They still don't understand the meaning of privacy, so they can often bother strangers at random," She explained, after walking towards the man in question. She gave an apologetic bow on their behalf and smiled brightly.