Raishi would find himself in the main lobby when he arrived at the administration building. The first floor. It was fairly simple in terms of a first floor. It had an open area where people could gather between the doors and the front desk. On the wall was a list of offices within the building and what floor they were on. The list was a dark grey plastic with white letters placed in order via a sliding bar layered one over the other. It was the kind of thing one might find in any office building. The listing was as follows.

Floor 1 - Lobby- security desk.
Floor 2 - Mission administration D - B
Floor 3 - Mission administration A - SS
Floor 4 - Licencing and finance.
Floor 5 - Foreign relations
Floor 6 - Special divisions captains offices
Floor 7 - Tsuchikage office

If he followed the signs arrows he would either find the stairwell of the elevator. Security was obviously tight within the office. Camera's watched the lobby and in order to get through the security desk to the elevator he would have to show some identification. However his identification as a Jounin would let him pass with no further questions asked. Though the security guard, a grizzled man with a pair of hatchets on his belt and a headband holding his grey hair back made a phone call. It was obvious the man wasn't some rent a cop. He was a tsuchikage Shinobi and he readily identified as such. Not only that but he had lived to an old age. Something about his calm posture seemed to attest to that. He would wave Raishi through with a smile and then go back to arguing with an old lady that was claiming the administration building was built on her families property and they had no right to be in her home. Typical Tuesday.

Still whether he took the stairs or the elevator he would be faced with an interesting room when the door opened. A waiting room seemed like a casual living room almost. The fireplace off to one side sat cold since it was plenty warm out but a big chair sat on either side of a stone table on either end as well as a couch on both sides. On the table was some magazines and a pair of sizable booted feet. Those feet attached to a massive man that was obviously part of the Kuma clan from Iwa. Not only did he have animal like features a black bear with silver eyes that matched the man was lounged out next to him .The bear sniffed the air and upon detecting no explosives it rested its head with a bored growl. A large fan blew over both of them creating a bit of an air current in the room. The man himself was wearing furs he seemed to have put together himself. However he wasn't the only person in the room, simply one of the two guards. The other one he might even recognize. She too was a kanetsu. However unlike the man she sat behind a counter dressed in a button up white shirt and a black pair of slacks. She had a pair of glasses resting on her nose as she typed on the computer but her eyes flashed to Raishi as he spoke to her. He spoke of being here to see the Tsuchikage and that close he would be able to see one eye was black and the other white with a burn around her eye from some lava mistake long ago. Akira had offered to heal it but she had refused. A sword and shield hung on the wall behind her. She smiled to him and indicate the hall behind her leading to the office though as he passed her she rose an eyebrow at his choice of attire.

The walk to the office was a little bit of a long hallway. Lights along the ceiling lit up the white hallway with the grey carpeting. It was all maintained well and spotless but smelled a bit like chlorine. Still as he approached the office at the end of the hall it became apparent that Akira liked the finer things. The door itself was made of redwood and had defensive seals scratched into it that if Raishi could read seals he would be able to see that if someone tried to force their way through the door then the seal would return the force used in kind. Basically a reflection seal. Akira wasn't kidding around when it came to security. Still nothing felt hostile about it all. In fact when Raishi knocked the seal flashed and then faded away. Still there but deactivated. Not by Akira of course but by the woman at the desk he just passed. She wasn't kidding when it came to being in her position as the Tsuchikage's body guard either. Even if the man could be impossible. So when Raishi pushed on the door it would open to his touch easily.

The office itself was actually kind of homey. The wall around the door was decorated with all the Tsuchikage of the past. In order from left to right top to bottom. The wall to the right of the door was a liquor cabinet with every type of drink imaginable stocked into its glass cabinets with a counter for glasses and ice available. To the left of the door was a massive fireplace with a persian rug on the floor and a glass coffee table with two couches facing each other, one on either side of the table, black and with Egyptian cotton covers. While the wall directly across from the door was lined with shelves. All with scrolls locked within them. They could be seen but some layer of chakra seemed to be creating a barrier. Just in front of the shelves that stretched across the entire wall was a stone desk carved into a beautiful array with a flat top and constructed from the chakra reinforced stone that made the walls. Three seats sat between the door and the desk. All looked comfortable enough with the leather cushions but not well worn. The seat behind the desk was red leather and made custom for him. On the desk was a set of files to one side next to a pen and a lap top still flipped open as well as an ash tray with a cigar butt in it and a cigar clipper next to it. Close to it was a polished wooden box which one could assume housed more cigars and some matches. Akira himself was in black slacks and dress boots with a dark green button up shirt and a black tie buttoned to the shirt. It looked nice while still not being easy to grab onto like a usual tie would be. Over the shirt was a white vest which was also buttoned up. His hair looked to hang loose about his face but still well trimmed as was his beard. His coat hung off the back of his seat casually with his twin daggers tucked into it. Akira looked up with his golden eyes as the door opened and smiled warmly. Still those Golden eyes seemed to observe everything about the young man in an instant and then some. Akira wasn't just a man that tossed power around, He was as much a powerhouse sitting there as he would be out there in a fist fight. His presence was passively giving off the vibe that anything that came at him was going to get crushed and hard. Yet in his smile was a practiced medical practitioners warmth. Still he stood as Raishi entered and let his legs push his seat back as he held out his hand for a handshake. His voice was like silk on the ears when he spoke so much so that it was easy to see how he had managed to talk a country into fixing itself.

"Well hello there. Welcome to my office, I am of course Kazako Akira, at your service. Now, while I could of looked you up on your way up, I feel people are usually more comfortable introducing themselves. Please, Educate me on the gentleman standing before me. Though, while you do, allow me to pour you a drink, preferences?"

1398

Postpone until you return from Iwa?

yeah sure ^_^

Total Words: 1683
Strength B-0 to B-1 700
Strength B-1 to B-2 800
Leftover: 183

EXIT

Exit 1398
1000/3000 Perfected 128 palm training complete
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