Letting out a yawn Mū pittered and pattered across the tatami floor of his room into the engawa for easy access to the rest of the house. The morning had just recently rose and he could hear his parents at the genkan preparing to head out, likely for a mission or just simple daily work like patrols. Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes he eventually made it to the main living space and saw his parents in their flaks and fatigues. Offering them a sleepy wave of his hand "Good luck working today..." even with a drowsily slurred speech to his parents who both gave him a smile, he could see them whispering to each other just out of ear-shot. Not to matter, as his stomach growled and beckoned him towards the kitchen in the next room.
Approaching the shoji he slid it to the slide with an audible thump; not much after he head the main entrance door close as his parents departed. The main-house had a few more people still present, all likely still sleeping or perhaps having already left for their daily rituals; his siblings and cousins all scattered about in the large clan house that had been purchased with inheritance from the cumulative families funds. It was a nice place for all intents and purposes, nothing too prestigious but not dilapidated either; enough to house a decent sized family which it's purpose was being fully used given the size of the Mugen family- though not all of them were fully fledged families; given the recent events against shinobi, their family was not spared of the atrocities that befell those of chakra-nature. With a handful of effective orphans that spattered about the house-complex, living under the same roof with some mentorship and familial structure given Mū's direct parents were still alive and well.
Popping the fridge open, the glow of the light from inside illuminating his darkened face from the centered room; grabbing some food stuffs for his lax morning routine afore heading to the kotatsu in the adjacent room and slipping his feet underneath to keep covered. Pouring a bowl of cereal and chomping along for a few uninterrupted or involved time, a few echoing chomps filled the air until he finally noticed a couple letters laid out on the table; the one that caught his eye was given as it had in neat writing 無限 無有 staring at it for a passing moment while slowly chewing his food now. "Hmm...?"--
Those in the house would have heard a frantic pattering across the tatami, a half-full bowl of soggy cereal sitting on the kotatsu and Mū darting across the house to his room- with a grenade of clothing firing around the room as he was seen escaping his room with pants half on and a panicked look on his face as he clothed himself erratically as he ran towards the genkan and strapped his shinobi sandals on. With little time between he had darted out the front and looked in either direction-- Choosing a random direction to run, he had to find them... The final words etched in his mind of the extensive letter depicting that they were being sent on a mission against the groups against shinobi out in the desert with another cell of shinobi.
Live a good life, we love you and all of our children; if we don't return, please do not come looking for us... Take care of Ringo and the others.
Though he didn't know it yet; Mū's eyes had flickered ever so slightly this day, to a hue of blue-ish white with a etch of a crossing of light through the center...
[MFT 614]