Getting outside of Kirigakure was one of the most relieving feelings, not being under the constant scrutiny and pressure that came with both having a bloodline and being as talented as he'd proven to them time and time again over the years. Even being twenty now, he still was just barely above five feet and looking just as much of a porcelain doll as he had been as a child. Haku rarely complained about these developments, knowing full well that looking the part of the innocent made his missions far easier as no one tended to ever suspect him of having any power or any ability to be a threat to anyone. How wrong those people had been as soon as they hit the floor, whether dead or unconscious, it all ended the same way.

Any sense of good, any purity that existed within him so many years ago had been almost completely killed due to necessity to the Mizukage, that he couldn't possibly live in a tumultuous village such as that and not know how to kill his heart and emotions.

This time, this time he was instead doing recon work, exploring the lands and areas around the other villages in order to bring back intelligence. Strictly given orders to kill anyone that tried to stop him, or at the very least leave them out of it and not knowing what happened to them if they wandered too close to him.

Therefore he remained in the trees amongst the leaves or rocks when he could, using his small stature as an advantage.