Mizuto awoke from the incredibly uncomfortable bed, his back stricken with a series of aches and pains. "Ugh, sleeping on a rock would have been much better than that. At least rocks don't have stains on them." Rolling off of the bed, Mizuto was quick to rush into the shower adjacent from the room. It was early in the morning, and the 'motel' seemed to be closed, so he didn't have to deal with the sweaty men that had been hanging around last night. Scrubbing his body until the skin started to rub off and bleed, Mizuto was taking no chances of catching something from that mattress. 'I'll see what I can do about cleaning it later, but I gotta go see what jobs I can find. I gotta make some money somehow, even if it means working here.'

Dressed in the attire he had brought when he left Sunagakure, he decided to leave his sand gourd here. He was sure it would be safe here, as the proprietor he had talked to last night assured him he would have the room all to himself as long as he continued his work there. Slipping on his Shinobi boots, he stopped to take his old Hitai-ate from Suna out of the gourd. It would not due to be seen out and around with it on, as he would be stopped and questioned by the Iwa shinobi as to what he was doing. However, he refused to throw it away outright, so he tried to think of what he could do with it. Shaking his head, he placed it back into his gourd, and stowed the gourd in the closet.

Walking down the staircase, Mizuto looked to find the man at the desk where he always seemed to be, scribbling in the ledger once again. Walking down the stairs, the man stopped his writing to look at Mizuto. "Mizuto, my boy, I have some work here for you." He reached under the desk as Mizuto walked towards him, and pulled out a cream-colored folder. "We have a special request from one of our clients, my boy, and I want you to deal with it. Here, take a look." Taking the folder from the man, Gorou, he flipped it open to find a small letter. Taking it out, he read it over. Mizuto wrinkled his nose, and looked at Gorou.

"Are you trying to get me killed? It says here he wants pictures of the people at the hot springs! Why would he send this to you?" Gorou shook his head, and grabbed the folder and letter back from Mizuto.

"We do not question our client's requests here, Mizuto. You will do what he asks, or you will find somewhere else to live. Gorou picked up a pencil and pad lying on the counter, and handed them to Mizuto.

Taking the items, Mizuto kept his mouth and turned to leave. He did not like it, but he did have much choice. It's not like he would have much of a choice, as he didn't want to have to find new residence. Walking out the door, he ignored the smell of the lounge as he passed.

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Mizuto sat squatting next to the wooden divider, sweat rolling down his neck from a mixture of the heat and of fear. He furiously scribbled the picture of the women as he watched through a knot in the wall, allowing him to see into the springs. It would have been a great experience, if he didn't feel like he was going to get caught at any time. He was in an area just off the streets of Iwa, and yet he still didn't feel safe. Looking at his work, he was mildly impressed with what he had drawn. The pictures of the ladies were very... detailed. In fact, Mizuto would go as far to say he could've been an artist if he wasn't a Shinobi. Taking the notepad, he stuffed it into his pocket quickly. However, instead of turning away to leave, he instead decided to stay and... monitor the springs for other perverts.