1 Class Is In Session (Private, Supaku, Poe) Thu Aug 03, 2017 7:09 pm
Kyohei
D-rank
“Ugh, not this nonsense again.”
Kyohei roughly wiped the sleep from his eyes with the palms of his hands before dragging his fingers down his face. Slumped over in his chair, the Uchiha rested his head in his hands for a few moments, struggling to wrest himself from the grip of exhaustion. Another long night of combing through a seemingly endless backlog of files seized from Enaka’s compound back when his task force was still active had done nothing to put a pep in the fair-haired man’s step, but even so he soldiered on. He was a detective and these cases weren’t going to solve themselves. Leaving them to go cold and die in a dark corner of the Military Police compound was not an outcome he was willing to accept. He owed them at least that much.
Kyohei pressed his elbows down into the armrests of his office chair to hold it in place as he raised himself up to adjust his position in his seat, correcting his posture to sit upright. Gripping a black mug emblazoned with the traditional Konohagakure Military Police Logo with Uchiha symbol front and center, the detective drew the glass up to his lips before taking a large gulp of coffee. It was his sixth cup of the day, or maybe seventh, days like this when he broke night had the habit of blurring together and making small details an afterthought. What he did remember, however, was a letter he had received from the village’s administrative offices two days prior. Apparently he was going to be assigned two genin to oversee their instruction, a burden he was less than enthused about taking on.
The Uchiha had long since made a habit of using his relationship with the Chief of Police in order to have an indefinite “unavailable” sign stamped on his forehead in the eyes of the administration. It appeared, however, that even the Chief had his limits in how much leeway he had and Kyohei’s time had come. He had never imagined himself to be in any way suited to teach, deeming himself too impatient and abrasive. He was a soldier. He was only ever groomed to be one thing and it was not an instructor. The administration, however, seemed to believe otherwise. Or, at least, they had more prospective students in need of senior guidance than jounin were available. He supposed the reasons didn’t matter much at this point. He was stuck with the hand he was dealt.
Kyohei’s eyes reflexively squinted as a thin ray of light intruded upon his room through the blinds over his window. If the sun was positioned far enough along in the sky that his blinds were out of position that means that it was already past 9 a.m. He had instructed the two genin in his correspondence to report to the Military Police Headquarters building at 9:30, meaning he they should be approaching any moment. He purposefully left out the location of his office on the 13th floor. If they wanted an instructor they would have to work for it, at least a little bit. Hopefully they were intelligent enough to simply ask at the front desk. They wouldn’t be allowed upstairs without a pass to get through security anyway.
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Kyohei roughly wiped the sleep from his eyes with the palms of his hands before dragging his fingers down his face. Slumped over in his chair, the Uchiha rested his head in his hands for a few moments, struggling to wrest himself from the grip of exhaustion. Another long night of combing through a seemingly endless backlog of files seized from Enaka’s compound back when his task force was still active had done nothing to put a pep in the fair-haired man’s step, but even so he soldiered on. He was a detective and these cases weren’t going to solve themselves. Leaving them to go cold and die in a dark corner of the Military Police compound was not an outcome he was willing to accept. He owed them at least that much.
Kyohei pressed his elbows down into the armrests of his office chair to hold it in place as he raised himself up to adjust his position in his seat, correcting his posture to sit upright. Gripping a black mug emblazoned with the traditional Konohagakure Military Police Logo with Uchiha symbol front and center, the detective drew the glass up to his lips before taking a large gulp of coffee. It was his sixth cup of the day, or maybe seventh, days like this when he broke night had the habit of blurring together and making small details an afterthought. What he did remember, however, was a letter he had received from the village’s administrative offices two days prior. Apparently he was going to be assigned two genin to oversee their instruction, a burden he was less than enthused about taking on.
The Uchiha had long since made a habit of using his relationship with the Chief of Police in order to have an indefinite “unavailable” sign stamped on his forehead in the eyes of the administration. It appeared, however, that even the Chief had his limits in how much leeway he had and Kyohei’s time had come. He had never imagined himself to be in any way suited to teach, deeming himself too impatient and abrasive. He was a soldier. He was only ever groomed to be one thing and it was not an instructor. The administration, however, seemed to believe otherwise. Or, at least, they had more prospective students in need of senior guidance than jounin were available. He supposed the reasons didn’t matter much at this point. He was stuck with the hand he was dealt.
Kyohei’s eyes reflexively squinted as a thin ray of light intruded upon his room through the blinds over his window. If the sun was positioned far enough along in the sky that his blinds were out of position that means that it was already past 9 a.m. He had instructed the two genin in his correspondence to report to the Military Police Headquarters building at 9:30, meaning he they should be approaching any moment. He purposefully left out the location of his office on the 13th floor. If they wanted an instructor they would have to work for it, at least a little bit. Hopefully they were intelligent enough to simply ask at the front desk. They wouldn’t be allowed upstairs without a pass to get through security anyway.
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