Once a Mizukage, always a woman<br />
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            &ldquo;Morning Mizukage-sensei!&rdquo; said a chipper young girl who pulled open Mei Terumi&rsquo;s curtains. The now middle-aged woman was currently in bed while her servant continued bringing more of that repugnant day light into her quarters. Not even the thick layer of brown hair which swept over half her face could keep the intrusive beams from hurting her eyes. &ldquo;I am not the Mizukage anymore. Which means you no