Running slightly ahead of the others Mizui arrived at the site of destruction first, luckily the damage was largely contained to just the Mizukage's office. Before his mind had time to churn out unpleasant thoughts again a man in nice robes came up to him, his left hand caressing a well-groomed moustache. "Oi! You look like a Genin, chop chop!"
Cocking his head quizzically the architect shook his head dramatically and pulled out a scroll from his sleeve. "You're here to help rebuild right? The Mizukage sent out a notice to all available shinobi to help out, so let's get to it!"
Waving the scroll around he went over to some other helpers and yelled at them, Mizui turned around to his team and shrugged. "Welp, I guess this is a good sign right? Guess there was some sort of accident or something, maybe a training exercise went wrong?”
Walking over to the large pile of rubble that the impressive building had been reduced to he started moving debris away so that the builders could begin their work. It was apparent now more than ever how much he was lacking in physical strength, even a basketball-sized chunk (whatever that is) of building proved to be a tasking obstacle. Moving it only a few meters away from the site he lost his grip and it fell down with a dull thud, the Hozuki grabbing a canteen from his sash and chugging a good deal of water. Whew, this is gonna be a real workout. And right after a training session…