Oho! She knew this one! Now how to see if this girl had the same qualities she'd enjoyed in her own grandmother? Formidable woman, that Shishito matriarch! Always good for a spar. Shame the old bones didn't permit it as often as she'd like.

"If it isn't the littlest Shishito! Escort an old woman to the matches, won't you, sweetie? I'm sure the great grandchildren are working themselves into a little fit since I snuck out, so they'll feel safer knowing I've got a young, spry thing like you to watch over me! Not that I need it, of course, but a Hoshigaki throwing a concerned tantrum is best left pointed at our enemies."

The old woman grinned, licking along her teeth in anticipation. No, the tantrum was best left pointed at one man who dared not listen to his villagers, but that was for another time. Age had taught her patience. She'd seen three Mizukage rise and fall, and she would live to see the Fourth implode for his arrogance and foolishness. It was really only finding a good replacement and organizing the killing blow. If he wouldn't listen to his challengers he didn't deserve the head on his shoulders, foolish boy.