True enough, but being underwater meant Kisame couldn't respond. He exited the water near the watchers and let the chakra go. The lake shifted and became smaller; some soaking the sands, and the rest contouring to the lay of the land. He'd done it properly so it would last for at least a few days before sun and dry air evaporated it to nothing.

Kisame stretched, glad to be healed. Some of those would have been annoying if he'd had to keep them. At least one onlooker gaped at his torn clothes, but Kisame didn't care. There was food to get, and then maybe a stroll around the village to continue cooling down.