Tonight was a good night to work off energy and frustration, and Kisame didn't particularly want to be interrupted doing it, so out to the coast for a long swim it was. He could smell the salt and hear the waves flow and ebb on the rock as he pulled off his sandals and hitai-ate, and as an afterthought his pants too. They were comfortable enough, and just loose enough, to be good for fighting, but Kisame wanted as little drag as possible tonight.

His day-katana stayed, though, because Kisame didn't trust a nosy tail not to try to take advantage. Even if he was fairly sure he'd left his current "escort" behind, being cocky was as good as dead. And as frustrating tomorrow probably would be, ending up injured or dead before a trial mission with a genin he hadn't even been given the name of yet would be embarrassing.

So he dived in, letting the water wash away his thoughts as he pushed muscles and gills to their fullest. The blade created an interesting drag to compensate for, and Kisame worked out movements around it, executing tight turns and flips around rock and sliding through crevices that were almost too small for his bulk.

He was just about ready to come up for breath when he noticed light. Curious, and cautious, Kisame set off through the water to investigate.