But she has. Change was a constant activity of time. Something you could not stop whether you wish it so or not. It would not fall in the face of iron will nor fret over the rolling tides of war. It would always pass on unrelenting and we could only hope it was for the best. For Jet it was not so clear as it was a very debatable topic. You see, Kumo turned out to be far more of a headache than it needed to be. She gained new enemies as was expected as well as new allies however she wasn't quite sure where a select few stood. Nanashi, the Pestilence of Iwa, a moniker he had begun to shed with his benevolent ways as he reform the hospitals of Iwa back to the former glory and better was more than just her sensei, he was her master. At least formerly so. Sure when they first met, she figured that he would be all like the rest. Someone who would be quite to abandon her and her ever changing comrades. Someone who would grow weary of her antics. Someone whom she couldn't trust. But it changed. She didn't know exactly when but it did. Slowly ever so slowly he gained her respect and soon following her trust. She looked to him as someone she could confide into, to tell of her troubles and secrets. It was most definitely a fatal mistake of hers.

To respect comes easy in strength whether it been a iron will or bleeding heart, it can be the power to fell so many a foe in one swoop or to outmaneuver any obstacle by a simple game of chess. But trust my dear friend was not so easily won for a woman of Jet's caliber. Yet despite her upbringing, Nanashi, a man whom she had just began to care for, wormed his way into her heart. However when the time came to test the limits of their bond she was most definitely disappointed and so was he. Perhaps it was something not so define as it had been prematurely in her early year of being one of Iwa's ranks but still should've been assumed. Jet was not simply a problem child. She could hardly be summed up in a few words. She didn't have issues and needed a stern talking to. No it was far more darker than that. Yet only a few recognized it and now he was one. Perhaps he seems to agree with it. She would never know unless she confronted him about it. But the question still plagued her.

Why? Why isn't she dead? She knew it would've been simple to. Fucking hell she was shit compared to him. She only managed to anger him because she made a stupid bluff about of his whores. So why. Why why why why why. Why! Why hasn't hasn't she been killed? It would've been easy. So quick and easy. He could snap her neck like a twig. He could poison her food and drink at anytime. She has long since stopped checking for such in his presence. He just as easily burned her alive or watch as his necrosis cloak take full effect this time and completely destroy her from the inside out. So why damnit? Why didn't he? Did he think her so weak? Wasn't she a lost cause?

She saw the papers damnit. She saw them! She saw the orders on them. If she did not submit, if she was not tamed, if she did not become another bitch to the heads then it would've been best to kill her and be done with it before she could do any harm she hasn't already done to the village. But he didn't and she could not understand. She could not see him nor he her. Confrontation seemed to be impossible. He drove himself into his work and as soon as he crossed the borders back into Iwa he would do just the same as he had when he was in active. Back when they saw only each other in passing. Wasn't he the least bit curious about it? About her? About what secrets she hell? Apparently he wanted nothing of it but that was fine with her. It was better this way. It was better than to trust in the fragile bond they shared.

Like a eerie fog creeping on the horizon she felt herself slowly chip away to the horrors that laid within but she managed to quickly put a lid on it. The last thing she needed was a more public fiasco of the Kumo incident especially at this very moment. Kicking her knee high boots up she readmitted herself as she played around with her lip rings. She fiddled with the hem of her white minimalist robe and patted the side of her leather pants feeling a bit empty without her weapons. In a place like this she wouldn't be allowed to bring much of anything. The place was built like a forest. Even the waiting room was highly guarded even if the carefree civilian individuals who came in submitting mission requests or other forms didn't see it. It was always like this in hear. Stifling and thick with the burden of the past present and future. With a sign she blew a stray green strand of hair from her face out of the way back into her long flowing locks. With the familiar smell of lilac perfume and the click of heels Jet reopened her vibrant eyes; a perfect melody of green and gold combined in unity. A show of some mental stability however fragile. The two met their own match in the face of purple and black and didn't change even with the woman's own words.

"Miss Yuurei Jet, the Tsuchikage is ready to see you"

Well Jet thought, it could only go one of two ways from her and hopefully its up. Jet nodded and made her way up, following the secretary through a myriad of corridors after ascending them up an elevator until the reached his office. Tch, more like a bunker she thought. While the woman preoccupied herself with relaying the behaviors Jet must show in the face of the Tsuchikage and their consequences that will be sure to follow if she performs otherwise, she wondered to herself what business the Tsuchikage had with her? Did he want a follow up of the events that transpired in Kumo? She wouldn't have put it past Nanashi to have sent word of what happened and her current status? Perhaps he wanted answers to the question of why Nanashi hadn't returned for his trip was long overdue. He could have suspected she would know of it at the very least or be apart of the issue. Maybe he wants to dismiss her from their ranks or formerly announced that she was declared a suspicious person with the possibility of treason, something she disagreed with but all persons of power were greedy individuals. Upon the door opening and the secretary's dismal Jet bowed her head as sign of respect and self preservation and greeted the man at the head "Good evening Tsuchikage-sama"

1242~

As Jet entered the building she would be introduced to the controlled heating within like a wave of warm air. Inside people moved back and forth between different offices. Talking on phones...meeting with merchants over in one room and signing documents or shinobi picking up missions in another. It was incredibly busy with one large desk towards the back in the main room. The carpet in front of the door would end abruptly on stone floor as it was obviously placed to absorb any moisture on someone from the snow. Still as Jet was waved over to the far desk she was informed the Tsuchikage was expecting her on the top floor. The elevator would access that floor for her. Still after she was escorted into the elevator she would find herself alone. The light trim of it reflecting her own reflection at her just a little. The engine would stir and with a slight jerk the elevator would move into motion without a button needing to be pushed. Someone was aware of whom was there and was controlling it. Security was tight. Still the man had enemies. Along with enemies he had the resources to persuade would be attackers to not bother trying.

The elevator door would open to reveal yet another waiting room. Only this one seemed far different then the simplistic one down below. Two hard faced individuals resided here. Along with them was a whole different feel to the lay out. A fire burned in a fireplace off to the left wall opposite of the Kage's office and some dark leather couches sat facing opposing each other with a stone table in the middle. A single chair stood resolute on the side of the table opposite the offices under a massive man. His very features seemed closer to a bear then a man. The fur he was wearing suggested he was a hunter. While his massive hands tapped dark claws on the slightly shredded arm. Next to him was a slumbering Kodiak bear. Its huge form on its side seemed to be enjoying the heat of the flames. A member of the Kuma clan no doubt. The other side of the office though had a redwood desk and a woman behind it wearing ANBU armor and reading glasses resting on the tip of her nose. Her blond hair was tied back into a knot but what stood out was a burn covering her right eye. Idly she melted down a wax seal by hovering a red glowing liquid over it before placing a stamp on it. Her black eyes looked up as she took in the young woman. A member of the Kanetsu clan....Lava users.

Both of them watched her with a mixed but level gaze. One with almost animal like silver eyes and the other with black eyes. The bear shifted ever so slightly from its position and opened on big brown eye. Sniffing the air for a moment before relaxing again with a huff. As it did so both of them seemed to relax a bit. The bear was trained to detect hints of explosives based on scent. It relaxing meant there was very little chance that a suicide bomber had just came up the elevator. The level of security in there was intense. Still the big bear man went back to shifting through a fairly thick novel as the door would slide closed behind Jet the moment she stepped away. The guard at the desk would pull up a file on expected appointments for the day and carefully compare images until she finally seemed satisfied. With a hand gesture and a less then friendly smile she indicated to head down the hall to the office ahead before returning to her own work

Passed her desk was an arch way that curved into a single hallway leading to a pair of double doors. Reinforced chakra wood from the look of them. Imported from Konoha no doubt. The walls around the doors were obviously local though. No other place in the world melded chakra reinforced stone so well. The front of the office was like a bunker. One way in. Still should she attempt to open the doors she would find them unlocked. No one had walked with her this far and now she was alone in the hallway. Still at her touch the door would swing open slowly and allow her to see inside. No windows lined the room but instead it was a big oval office made entirely of chakra reinforced stone. Framed portraits of the previous Tsuchikage lined the walls in thick frames along the wall the door was on. On one side was a fire place with a fire flickering with life. The chimney may have been considered a weak point if not for the razor wire line through out it. Anyone trying to sneak down it would be cut to shreds. A lion skin rug marked the floor in front of it with two red leather chairs, one on either side each with a small table to their right. On the back wall was shelves with a stone desk in the center and one big chair behind it with two little chairs in front of it. A single glass of scotch sat on the desk on one side and a cigar butt rested on the other end in an ash tray. On the wall opposite the fireplace was a chilled liquor cabinet. Dozens of different alcohols lined inside and dripped with condensation along the windows. A single box of cigars rested on the prep counter next to the glasses set there. It was actually fairly warm in there.

Still sitting behind the desk was a man, young by the look of him but still nearly middle aged. His suit was a pair of slacks with dress boots and socks. His silver shirt was tucked in beneath his dark green tie buttoned into his dark green vest. For the moment he appeared to be busy flicking through the pages of a stack of papers before he blinked and looked up patiently as he was addressed. In that moment it seemed to fill the room. His presence was everywhere at once. It was as if he could be in one spot or the next that instant. His gaze seemed to miss nothing just glancing at her and yet his posture seemed relaxed enough.  Still those golden eyes examined her from his seat as he rose a single eyebrow. When he did speak it was hardly audible until the doors closed behind her and all sound outside the room ceased to exhist. Just the two of them with him sitting in a chair and her standing. He spoke then. A mixture of Warmth and understanding. Silk molding to her ears.

"Yuurei Jet I presume. Not often someone visits another country and has nothing to say about it. A lack of report I can let Nanashi get away with because he has re pore with me.  I called you here because I want to hear your report. A drink for you Ms. Jet?"


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Ah, there he is. The man on the top of the food, Akira. He looks just like the photos but they certainly don't do him justice. If Jet were alone and if the man weren't her boss she absolutely wouldn't mind taking him out for a spin and show him a lovely time. Less for work but more for pleasure. Powerful men were exactly her type. Of course the thought of getting information or any sort of personal benefit out of him still crossed her mind, it was hardly more than that, a passing thought not quite ready to become reality. She was after all merely another replaceable cog in the machine with no real significance. She should probably change that soon to get in his good graces. Becoming spec. jounin soon would certainly do her wonders in that department, first onto more pressing matters. The offer was not expected but any chance to get more casual with him, she would take it. Sitting herself down on one of the lavish chairs, back straight but slightly relaxed in the shoulders trying not to act too on guard, just because she was in his presence didn't mean something horrendous could happen at any moment, one leg crossed over the other. Her voice held some warmth, but only a respectable amount. She didn't want to seem too nonchalant and friendly for someone she trusted as much as she could throw them. "It would be our pleasure to have a drink with you"

Her assumptions were correct it seemed, unfortunate such a sour topic would arise. She hardly done much of anything noteworthy aside from a few dealings and the fiasco with Fukai and Nanashi. A story she hopefully wouldn't have to tell. Best to sweep all of the dirt under the rug. Her head bob, confirming his order and put her cheek down on the palm of her hand, her elbow resting on the arm of the chair, tapping her fingers against her unblemished skin in thought "Our apologies sir, as soon as this meeting is over we shall submit a written report to your office although it won't differ too much from what we shall say" She pursed her lips together slightly, as if thinking on where to stare so as not to waste the man's time.

Jet relaxed a moment after and smiled at the man glad she decided where to begin. Of course now her eyes shifted a little more gold since the hint of innocence she needed from the kid wasn't need."You're a very busy man sir so we won't waste too much of your time. Our journey to the Hidden Cloud Village was met without much disturbance however we had managed to get caught up in an improvised rescue. A young geisha whom was traveling with a client who rented her out for the journey was being robbed by a group of bandits. By the time we arrived at the scene the driver and guard were dead. The client we recognized own a small string of banks here in kumo was mildly injured, nothing fatal. The bandits did not concern themselves with him but rather the geisha. Before they could cause further harm we took control of the situation and eliminated the threats. As the threat had been crushed we saw no reason to stay however the woman notified us she had been a close friend of Nanashi and was traveling to see him"

"Of course our first impression was to determine whether or not she was a threat so we checked her out. Questioned her and everything about Nanashi and most of it checked out. Afterwards she requested that we accompany her on the rest of her journey. We saw no harm in it and escorted her and the banker to Kumo, parting ways upon arriving to our destination"

"Kumo itself had decent security detail which we will expand in our written report unless you wish to here it now? It's not much mind you aside from a couple patrols we spotted, simple things. Unless you want to hear about Kumo's foreign policy. It appears Kumo has gone out of their way to extent their protection towards ronin should they declare loyalty to the village and perform as such"

"Otherwise the rest of our stay was hardly noteworthy. We trained. Met up with some friends. Watched the fights. At least until the finals. We felt it wasn't important enough to stay for and headed back home. Of course we met up with Nanashi along the way though the meeting was brief since we both had business to attend to"

2021~

Akira turned away from her as she found her seat. Rising to his feet and moving to the counter filled with assorted drinks. Her expressed desire for a drink but not selecting which one she preferred left him with options. Really he was tempted to serve one of the Myugan alcohols imported from Suna. That clan was known for its perfected arts in that they were masters of alcohol. Such things from them were less about taste and more about potency. It wasn't that they did not have tasty drinks but the ones usually reserved for in house use with their shinobi packed one hell of a punch. However this was not a date nor was he simply calling her up her for pleasure. The name Jet had slid across his desk more then once. Never anything he needed to worry too strictly about. A wild child for sure and yet some measure of control was present. After all she was mannered enough in his presence. Even professional if one observed her. Still he listened to her report as he removed the seal from a bottle of aged Brandy and unscrewed the crystal lid. Quietly he poured two servings into a glass before re-screwing the lid. Unlike with fresh Brandy he used the aged one because he preferred it with ice. So he reached forward as she went over her report and added with a pair of clasps two cubes of ice to her drink. With that done he grabbed a second glass and reached for the bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a serving and corked that bottle as well before returning. Setting the Brandy on a coaster on the desk for her before settling in his own chair and leaning back sipping at the warm Bourbon with a hum of approval.

Her repeated use of the word 'We' had him a little concerned. He couldn't tell if she thought there was another person there or considered herself multiple ententes inhabiting the same person. Levels of sanity were always a concern of his and yet she seemed organized enough mentally. His golden gaze took her in for a moment of silence after her report giving her a second to taste the flavor of aged Brandy. Not many had a chance to do so often and he was more then happy to provide it. Even if it appeared she did not favor it, it was a calm enough drink that he was sure she could finish it with minimal complaint. Still her report was at the front of his mind as he tilted his head and sipped once more before setting his own drink on a coaster. When he spoke up his words were still like silk on the ear and yet amused. The report itself about the bandits was somewhat to be expected but the part she found less interesting and reserved for the end interested him the most.

"So then...Sanosuke is bolstering his ranks with anyone who will swear loyalty is he? Other nations could show some nervousness about a neutral country suddenly raising an army. If I were paranoid anyway. I still do not think Kumo has the manpower to storm Iwa so there is no need to act on anything. However I may refrain from entertaining a treaty with Kumo until we see what the new army is for."

Akira reached under his desks right side and pulled out a drawer before removing a tablet. Flicking it on with a tap he placed his thumb to the screen and unlocked it. Casually he moved over to personnel files. When it opened he pressed the voice button before announcing "Search Yuurei Jet." It beeped at him before pulling up his results. Several missions and information on her school scores and career so far. He browsed it at a rapid pace that would leave most unable to see more then a blur. Still he spoke up once more with warmth in his voice once again. Passing the tablet to her so she could see her file as he watched her with golden eyes.

"You certainly have been a promising individual. Rising to the rank of chunnin and proving yourself more then worthy of it. People reach much older ages before making it as far as you have. Some of the reports on you even suggest you for another rank up. However an equal amount of reports make mention of your mental state. Concerns of sanity. Yet I am inclined to listen to the former given your report on your activity in Kumo. Not starting a war shows some sanity in my opinion. However I do have a question for you. And I want you to answer honestly. Keeping in mind I have a knack for detecting when people are lying. One of the advantages of raising to the rank of special jounin is taking on your own students...could you do this as a mentor without maiming your students?"

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The smell of brandy tickled her nose and for a moment her heart flutter but not for the reasons you may think. No she was nervous just for a moment. Call it paranoia if you will but with her circumstances, she was in the right to be. She was hardly a concern for the prestigious man before her so why? Why was she afraid of a glass of brandy. Well if he did poison it as much as she doubted it, it wasn't like she missed out on anything. If fact people would rejoice. Ok maybe it did bother her a little. If she did die she would rather go out with a bang, making as much bloodshed as she possibly could. Going out like this was pathetic. But she would have to man up but goddamn it was hard. Not being too quick nor taking too long Jet thanked her superior for the drink once more and took it in her hand for a small sip, before relaxing just a bit. If she only thought negatively well she wouldn't have deserved to last long did she. Besides, alcohol did wonders for the nerves. Now back onto the topic at hand "It has hardly caused much of a stir since no notable instances have occurred however we do think it is a smart move. With the exams having been held in his village, plenty of folk of various skills and background would flock there whether for business or pleasure. The man has always been very kind to his guest especially ronin"

"We are quite surprised his council let him do as he pleased. Especially when his predecessor met such a grizzly end. Apparently rumor has it they even gone as far to put him on an anbu guard 24/7. That and any and all shinobi unaffiliated with a village where to be screened, watched and interviewed by the kage himself. He has been very civil about it, kind even. We would think they wouldn't be so trusting of outsiders unless of course he is still looking for the late Reika's killer"

Jet bit her lip slightly as the gears were turning her in her, swirly the brandy in her glass watching it carefully "Kumo has gotten pretty friend with kiri as of late. In fact you can find his personal apprentice Kaekio strutting around town with her kiri girlfriend. Such match ups shouldn't be taken lightly" A pity she hadn't gotten a chance to confront them herself face to face "The man must have a soft spot for the kiri shinobi to allow this and to go so far to be open about his relation to one of their seven swordsman. Most likely a treaty or some sort of deal had to been created between the two villages. After all kiri has the most desirable shinobi in their ranks" Oh didn't she love a good mystery. Maybe she should send one of her own people to kiri and find out more. Ah the possibilities.

In her excitement, she almost didn't notice Akira take out a small tablet and bring up her files. Good think she had seemed almost too engrossed in her thoughts to narrow her eyes at the sight, curisoity almost getting the better of her. But she set the glass down and took a closer look at the tablet, carefully putting everything to memory. Some had recommend her for a promotion whears others were concerned for her sanity, or lack of it. The flattery matter not to Jet only the question he presented to her. Her? A teacher? She would have never thought of it. She hated children with every fiber of her being, but...if they proved themselves more than just children maybe she wouldn't mind giving them a few pointers here and there. Maybe even make an ally or two out of them. Yes the gears were turning. Being a sensei didn't sound too bad huehue. Jet chuckled amused at the question given to her "Sir, we highly doubt any student we are assigned would be worth the effort and paperwork to go through such lengths. We will not lie if they piss us of the punishment won't be like but we are not about to go get thrown in jail. Not now not ever. The only thing we'll break is their confidence so we can build them up as shinobi, not children playing ninja. You have our word"

2777~

Akira sat back and drank his own drink slowly as she spoke. Watching the liquid swirl as he swayed the glass left and right. His own brain taking in the information she was providing and drawing conclusions from it and debating counter moves if any were needed. Kumogakure; as far as he knew had never really been a threat to any of the other villages. Always remaining neutral as often as possible. However even in seclusion there was no doubt that they were powerful enough to be one of the five nations. That they would move to ally themselves with wanderers...no it was more then that. They were moving to make wanderers a part of their military force. Some of the others that had never been outside of Iwa thought little of those who wandered freely amongst the lands. Thinking them vagrants looking for hand outs. However that was far from the case as Akira knew. He had met some of them and a couple had been little more than your average genin. If that. The real part to consider was these individuals could mold their chakra and did so without the usual tutelage in some cases. A couple he had met had simply observed the arts in practice and unlocked it within themselves. That kind of potential was not to be ignored.

He glanced up and moved onto the next thought as he contemplated the next part of the report. Friendly terms with Kirigakure. No one wanted to be on bad terms with them especially. Only a fool would deny what Jet herself had openly said. That nation had the most desirable shinobi....they had the one who stood above the others by a considerable amount. They whispered of her even in Iwa as the frost queen. Akira had never met her personally but it was rare that he even be considered as a possible match against her. A part of that damaged his pride but he was cautious about it. He had taken measures already months ago and Kiri had a treaty and trade agreement with Iwagakure. There had been no hint as of yet that they would go back on any such deal. The information that Kumo was on friendly terms with an ally was not really a bad thing for him. It could even be used to his advantage after a little more observation. If the two nations did prosper as friends a treaty with Kumo would only be easier.

Still he paused swirling his drink as she mentioned how she would handle students. She wanted to avoid jail. Prison was her reason not to harm the future generation. It seemed selfish but it would have to do. Akira set his glass down on his desk and held out his hand for his tablet. Once it was handed back he would lock it and put it away back in his desk. He would then eye the girl before sighing and rising from his seat. Moving over to the fireplace with a slow walk before he leaned down to toss in a couple of pieces of wood. He rose as the fire began to consume its life source once more and sighed as he looked up and stared at the pictures of the previous Kage before him. When he spoke he sounded tired. Almost sad.

"I have spent my entire life as a shinobi. I can't remember a time where I wasn't training or fighting...even now at the peak I have to remain more vigilant than ever. A life like that ages you....if you survive. I don't know many shinobi my age because not many make it that far. I grew tired a long time ago of paying the undertaker his fee. I grew weary of seeing the young die." He turned and looked at her with a warm smile. The glow in his golden eyes seemed to hide some sort of sadness there. "You may pick what students if any you like. Utilize Nanashi's floor at the academy. In return...do not send me reports of a lost one or let me find a report of losing you."

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Once her slew of words ceased Jet handed the tablet pack to Akira, watching his actions carefully. He seemed disappointed, annoyed and tired all the same. For what reason did he feel as such? Was it what she said? Definitely not the main cause but it would be sufficeable to say it may have a play into it. Jet however did not regret her words for she only spoke her mind. He asked and she answered. To lie in his face was like spitting into it. She would not care, at least on a personal level what others thought of her, it only brought suffering to both parties. A lesson her former sensei reminded her. If he should ever return the bond they had form would never be mended, it would be impossible to do so nor would she care for it. If its not meant to be, let it go else tragedy would ensue. Her love was not so easily won yet it was giving freely for despite her dark past, her history and the gravity of the sins she committed, there was still a innocence lurking within. It was weakness and will most definitely get her killed, something she will see to it she avoids.

Life as a shinobi, life as a human being was not for the faint of heart. For the brighter the light the longer the shadow it casts. Some folk are luckier than others if they were born into love and tranquility. Such was a false peace for it was built upon the ruin of their brethren whose blood soaks the earth in pitiful weariness, giving life to it's foe soon to be it successors. It was as such Jet was very unlikely to change and they would just have to deal with it. She was not a pet nor a friend, simply someone who existed. She did not desire glory, riches or infamy. In fact she would be rather hated or ignored, she might just get by easier. Of course she wasn't vain enough in heart to say she did not need change. She knew perfectly wear her faults were and which habits would need to be absolved however no matter what they will always be a part of her, a part of them.

Perhaps she found some sort of kinship, no a better word would be mutual suffering. Both have fought for their right to live, to preserve, one longer than the others but both longer than most. Although she fought for herself and no one else. She fought out of slavery. She fought for freedom. She fought. . .for revenge. What did he fight for? He stood at the top of the food chain yet it was a lonely existence. He had friends perhaps, once or currently but it seemed time took its toll on both of them. In her eyes he managed better than she. Where she cursed he forgave. Where she looked back he looked forward. She made hearts bleed while his own hurt. It was like comparing the opposites of a coin. . .or was it? Jet was never one of those people who could accept things at face value. It was not in her nature to be so accepting? naive? No instead she always wanted to know the truth, the facts, their secrets. So as she gazed upon the man of power she wondered, what skeletons were in his closet?

Especially one that would trust us with raising the future generation. Jet blinked once, processing his words. For once she did not fully mask her feelings. It was odd, to be trusted to protect and teach others instead of plotting their ultimate demise. Given her history and her wayward tendencies and that god awful report she found would not have led her to expect this. It was one thing to hand some children onto her but it was an entirely different matter to let her pick them out for herself. And to take ownership of her former mentor's floor, in the university? She felt somewhat. . .actually she didn't know what to feel. Quickly alarmed she school her features giving herself back to the casual yet professional mein she had taken before. "Thank you sir, I-" Jet caught herself, feeling the stern gaze of her fellow folk in this shared vessel of theirs, hopefully he would not notice the headache that was ensuing, take control full control for one moment and all hell breaks loose apparently "We shall make the most of this opportunity. Rest easy that neither our future students nor we shall meet a premature demise" Jet bowed her head just as the secretary buzzed into the office, notifying Akira his next appointment had arrived. Jet took this moment to excuse herself and just as she was closing the door behind her she paused and turned back giving Akira one last glance "Have a good day sir" a ghost of a small smile faded as quickly as it appeared until she left.


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