Mitsu broke out in a run. Dead ahead of her was a fence between two buildings.  As she reached one of the buildings, she jumped and used her momentum to propel herself high enough to cling to the second floor balcony.  With a well timed swing and release, she landed on the other side of the fence and continued at her pace. Mitsu had always tended toward the athletic side of things, and had taken up free-running, of all things, as a means of keeping in shape.  The city held many more pathways for her than for others. Yamimon would usually be floating behind her on one of her runs, but today she was content to hang onto her shoulders.  By getting over the fence, albeit in a more elaborate way than necessary, Mitsu had shortened her trip quite significantly.  Just ahead was the canal and by extension, the flower field where her sister was supposedly waiting for her.