Mizukage. His nostrils flared a minute amount, mouth carefully kept relaxed. Perhaps it was only to be expected, this close to the mist-shrouded islands that kept Kirigakure one of the more hidden of the hidden villages, but there was still something discomfiting about being caught out in swim trunks with what seemed to be a high-ranking Kiri-nin. Not that this apparent Nanako was wearing more than he was, precisely, but the point still stood.

"Sasuke," he offered in return, for what little worth not giving his family name would be. There was no avoiding how Uchiha his face was (and more by the year, it seemed), but no point giving everything away for free, either. Village affiliation at least, though: "I was pushed out of Konoha for a similar reason.

"Are you familiar with this island?"