Prime of the Elemental Nations

Chapter 10

(A/N sorry for the long wait for an update guys, I've been dealing with a lot of life problems, here is the new chapter)

5 days had passed since Optimus was in the hospital and his recovery rate was outstanding thanks to Perspector, and Optimus was allowed to leave the hospital. Optimus made his way to the Mizukage office because of Perspector asking him to meet up with Mizukage, she wanted to speak to him. Optimus entered the Mizukage's office, the large, imposing doors creaking as they swung open. Inside, the room was dimly lit, with the faint glow of lanterns casting long shadows against the stone walls. The Mizukage, a woman with a stern yet composed expression, sat behind her massive desk, a scroll in hand. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft rustle of papers as she sorted through them. "Optimus, I'm glad to see you up and moving again," Mizukage said, her voice calm but laced with authority. Her sharp eyes studied him, noting the signs of his recent recovery, the way he held himself, still somewhat cautious but strong.

Optimus gave a respectful nod, standing tall before the desk. "It's good to be out of the hospital, Mizukage. I owe it all to Perspector. He's been incredibly helpful."

The Mizukage set down the scroll and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in front of her. "I'm aware of Perspector's work. He's more than just a skilled healer. There's something about him that I trust—though, it's not just about healing you."

Optimus furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

The Mizukage's eyes narrowed slightly, as though she was considering how best to phrase her next words. "Perspector has asked something of me, something that directly involves you. It's not a request I make lightly, but given your recent experience and your unique abilities, I believe you might be the one to handle this situation."

Optimus tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "What's going on? What is it that you need from me?"

The Mizukage stood up, walking to a nearby shelf where a map of the village and its surrounding territories was displayed. She traced a finger along a route leading deep into the mist-covered forests to the east, a region known for its dangerous wildlife and shifting landscapes.

"There's been movement in that area. Something's not right. We've been getting reports of strange figures—figures that shouldn't be there. They've been seen near a remote village on the outskirts of our territory. We believe they're connected to a long-forgotten clan."

Optimus' eyes darkened with the weight of the information. "A forgotten clan? How does this involve me?"

The Mizukage turned to face him, her expression somber. "Perspector believes your abilities could help uncover the truth. The people in that village are scared, and they may not trust outsiders. But someone with your skills could blend in and gather the information we need. And, perhaps, stop something far worse from coming to light."

Optimus was silent for a moment, his thoughts racing. He had never expected to be pulled into something like this so soon after his recovery. But the Mizukage was right—he had abilities that could help, and it seemed that Perspector had already seen his potential long before he had fully understood it himself.

"I'll do it," Optimus finally said, his voice steady. "I'll head to the village, find out what's going on, and stop whatever this is before it spreads."

The Mizukage nodded, a small, approving smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I knew I could count on you. Take care, and be cautious. We don't know who or what is waiting for you out there."

With a nod, Optimus turned to leave, ready for the challenge ahead. But as he stepped out of the office, a sense of unease settled in his chest. There were far more questions than answers, and something told him that this mission would lead him down a path he might not be ready for.