The beginning of a mission... [Open to anyone]

Ikan had been traveling for a while, taking on a mission that had been given by the Mizukage. He had to travel far away from his home, only having his insects to keep him company, and himself. The mission was an S-rank mission, which only left Ikan with a few scratches, but it turned out to be a success. He walked along a dusty trail, going back home, just thinking about the bowl of ramen when he gets home. His hands were deep in his pockets, keeping them warm, as the cold breeze rolled by. Wearing a navy blue robe to keep him warm on his mission, with the mist village marked on it. He was playing with a long tooth pick that was in his mouth, while maintaining a calm expression on his face, as his eyes lazily looked around him. There were about two insects on his headband, as one more insect was ahead, checking for any enemies that may come up the road.

Being a member of the seven swordsmen of the mist, was almost taking a big risk, since the members would usually be wanted in the bingo books. Though, Ikan didn't care much about it, he just shrugged the thought off his shoulders. His large sword was on his back, feeling the metal handle start to get a bit cold, as the cold handle touched his neck, feeling the hairs on his back stand up. He continued to walk, waiting for his insect to come back, to see if he has any enemies up the road.