In the dead of night, he would receive a message from his superior within Root. He was to be summoned to their usual meeting point for an important discussion. "Interesting..." he thought to himself as he grabbed his cloak and draped it over himself in a single swift motion. "I'll be back S'Yan..." he would mutter to his tiny companion as he lifted his mask to his face before heading out into the darkness of the night. Luckily for him, the darkness of the night would serve as adequate cover to allow him to make his way without drawing much suspicion to himself. He would use the shadows to slink his way through the streets, making sure to remain unseen by any potential prying eyes. Before long he would come upon the entrance to their rendezvous point in an abandoned dojo, or rather what appeared to be abandoned, in the more unsavory portion of the village. Slipping through the barrier preventing outsiders from entering, he made his way inside and began to wait for his superior to make his arrival. "I wonder what this is about. Its been some time since I was last summoned for anything." he contemplated to himself as he waited in the dim lighting just barely illuminating the area before him.

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Within a few moments, the man in the black mask would appear before from the shadows. Without a word, he would outstretch his hand and unseal a canister filled with a mysterious liquid containing an orb like object. N'Jobu looked at the canister for a moment trying to figure out what was in it before outstretching his hand and taking the canister from the figure in all black before him. The mysterious figure would retract his hand back into his cloak without a word before slinking back off into the shadows. Not one to refuse a gift, he took a closer look into the canister which revealed just what a gift had been bestowed upon him. In the liquid floated a gift that many of the shinobi world would literally kill for, a three-tomoe sharingan. "Why me?" he thought to himself as he questioned what he had done to deserve such a prize. With his curiosity peaked, he would tuck the canister into his pocket and head back to his medical lab and attempt to implant the precious eye into his empty socket.

[~Exit~]

WC: 185
TWC: 402

Received and Transplanted 3-Tomoe Eye of Insight from Takao which was retrieved from Syekren's dead body in this thread

WC for Transplant done Here

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