History Repeats Itself; Like Father Like Son((Open to first to post))

The Mist village was peaceful today, no big missions would be assigned and no grand events would occur. It was a day of rest for just about everyone, nothing was busy or bustling as it usually was. Bored out of his mind, and sitting on top of the center piece within the Village Square- a Statue of the founding Kage of Kirigakure no Sato- was none other than the son of Kidate Gyouan, Hotaru Gyouan. He sat high on the proud head of the first Mizukage, finding the detail of his hair to be very painful in his bottom region. Shifting uncomfortably, Hotaru grumbled to himself a series of inaudible words. Hotaru today would wear his favorite t-shirt, plain black and athletic fit so that it hugged his body. The fabric was soft and almost non-existant to him. A ratty pair of jeans and old pair of sneakers were all that he wore on his lower half, not including the obvious under clothing. His scarlet hair fell wildly in every direction, covering his forehead and half of his right eye, and sticking up in other places. Jutting out through the tangled mess of crimson hair were two red cat ears, twitching with every sound that came to them. It was a habit he had picked up from his father, making his right ear twitch. For some reason it just felt right. Swishing through the air behind him impatiently was a tail which was a color identical to the cat ears upon his head. His cat-like, red eyes flared as they scanned the empty Village Square, hoping against hope that he would find someone interesting.