Mizuchi woke up in the dead of the night, drenched in sweat, panting rapidly, gasping for air. Mizuchi looked towards the window, but the binds were closed, he couldn't make out whether it was day or night. Mizuchi looked around his room, grabbing the cup of water on his nightstand, drinking it down until it was no more. 

"A nightmare?" Mizuchi asked as he set the now empty cup back on the nightstand, staring up at the ceiling. Mizuchi was trying to recollect the fleeting memories of his dreams, which was slowly fading away from him. "No... what did they call me..." Mizuchi stood up, grabbing the cup of water as he begun to walk out of his room and into his apartment, still trying to recollect his dream. Mizuchi put the cup in the sink and began to walk back to his room, still trying to remember. Without warning, an image suddenly popped up of a dragon in the sea encircling a mere ship. A voice rang inside of his head.

"Please, no! Spare us!" The voice yelled out in Japanese. 

Another image popped up with the same setting as before, except for this time the dragon was gone, and the ship was in pieces. Mizuchi sat back, the cold sweat-drenched shirt pressing against his back. As soon as he laid back, another image popped into his head, this time it was set on a nearby cliff side facing the sea, two men were dueling it out, on one side a man with a katana, water wrapped around it, on the other side a man faced the katana wielder with a sword of his own.

"Prepare to fall, water god!" A gruff voice yelled out from inside of Mizuchi's head. Mizuchi almost fell off his bed at the sound of hearing that. 

[i]Could it be schizophrenia?[/i] Mizuchi asked himself in his head, trying to self-diagnose himself. Mizuchi calmly repositioned himself on his bed, calmly laying his head on his soft pillow. 

"Water... god?" Mizuchi repeated the voice inside of his head ever so softly, staring at the ceiling. Without warning, another mental image inside of Mizuchi's head popped up, this time it was a man who held his hand up at another person, who was lifted up into the air. 

"Did you know that the average human is made up of sixty percent of water..." A voice spoke out inside of Mizuchi's head, who Mizuchi had a feeling that it was the man who had his hand raised up at the man who was seemingly struggling in the air. "A forbidden art, although, when it comes to people like you, I tend to break my own rules..." 

Mizuchi suddenly sat up, getting off of his bed, quickly putting on his normal attire. He had the strangest urge to go to the ocean, although even he couldn't explain why.

"Kami... sama..." Mizuchi gently said as he put on his pants. "That's what they called me..."