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Yuurei Jet and Karumo Sekuro [Private/Flashback] Mon Sep 10, 2018 8:56 pm
Karumo
D-rank
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Karumo stood on the rooftop and watched as the light breeze pushed the leaves of trees nearby planted in the courtyard of the administration building. He shed his normal kage robes to stand in the typical grey ANBU armor with his clan symbol on the shoulder pads and black clothing underneath as he pulled a slow drag of his cigar into his mouth. The rooftop of the administration building was always so quiet but it was easily one of his most visited places as he spent so much time up there contemplating and thinking, relaxing, and carrying conversations out between himself and others in the village.
Another such conversation would slowly come up as he would exhale the smoke and push it out from his cheeks, watching the cloud compact and then disperse into the quiet wind a few feet from his face. When she had arrived, he would hold the cigar by his side and keep his purple eyes gaze on the village in front of him and the lights that had slowly begun to turn on in the nighttime before him.
"No one's told me much of anything yet. I won't get reports til tomorrow, but I can assume that it's all done and taken care of?" he would speak out blankly against the wind, knowing from his own perception that she had arrived or would be approaching from some dark angle he wouldn't bother paying any mind to anyways. His gaze wouldn't turn in the slightest to address her yet, his mind was finally calming down and he trusted her not to take advantage of him or strike him in the back like others. Either way, he would stay standing near the edge of the rooftop and waiting for a response back as he slowly drifted into a quiet memory,
A younger Karumo without the wear of years and missions on his face, pulling neatly a katana to his back while prepping his ANBU armor carefully. It was only his first week of using it and it lacked the symbols and other marks that would dawn it later on. He tightened each strap and made sure it was all perfectly in line. He had spent the last week investigating information, acting as the bookkeeper and organizer for the village in place of serving on missions.
They'd thought that his mind was better spent for clerical work but they hadn't realized just how good at it he would be. The cases and files revealed so much more under the surface of it all, corruption or extortion? It hadn't even begun to paint a picture of it yet but he found himself face to face with the door into the collection of paper and backed up archives he was supposed to clean and organize. He hadn't told anyone yet of what he found or suspected, he needed more proof before going to his captain.
He had to find it, he would reassure himself as the gloved hand would push the door open and press his way into the room of boxes, papers, and other records that sat scattered about on desks, bookshelves, and every other storage container in between.
[539 words]
Another such conversation would slowly come up as he would exhale the smoke and push it out from his cheeks, watching the cloud compact and then disperse into the quiet wind a few feet from his face. When she had arrived, he would hold the cigar by his side and keep his purple eyes gaze on the village in front of him and the lights that had slowly begun to turn on in the nighttime before him.
"No one's told me much of anything yet. I won't get reports til tomorrow, but I can assume that it's all done and taken care of?" he would speak out blankly against the wind, knowing from his own perception that she had arrived or would be approaching from some dark angle he wouldn't bother paying any mind to anyways. His gaze wouldn't turn in the slightest to address her yet, his mind was finally calming down and he trusted her not to take advantage of him or strike him in the back like others. Either way, he would stay standing near the edge of the rooftop and waiting for a response back as he slowly drifted into a quiet memory,
A younger Karumo without the wear of years and missions on his face, pulling neatly a katana to his back while prepping his ANBU armor carefully. It was only his first week of using it and it lacked the symbols and other marks that would dawn it later on. He tightened each strap and made sure it was all perfectly in line. He had spent the last week investigating information, acting as the bookkeeper and organizer for the village in place of serving on missions.
They'd thought that his mind was better spent for clerical work but they hadn't realized just how good at it he would be. The cases and files revealed so much more under the surface of it all, corruption or extortion? It hadn't even begun to paint a picture of it yet but he found himself face to face with the door into the collection of paper and backed up archives he was supposed to clean and organize. He hadn't told anyone yet of what he found or suspected, he needed more proof before going to his captain.
He had to find it, he would reassure himself as the gloved hand would push the door open and press his way into the room of boxes, papers, and other records that sat scattered about on desks, bookshelves, and every other storage container in between.
[539 words]
Hokage: 
Kazekage: 
Raikage: 
Tsuchikage: 
Mizukage: 