1 Relaxing In Style... Or Not. [Chie/Reiko Only/No kill[unfortunately] ] Sun Mar 17, 2013 6:16 am
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Trilby reached under his Jacket's left lapel, producing a tiny spear shaped silver rod with Kanji on it. Sliding it into the door in-front of him briefly, the wooden gateway before him began to curl and part, folding back multiple layers of Kanji-covered wood and steel to open up into a warm and welcoming living room. Stepping through the door to his apartment, Trilby turned, facing the open doorway. "Fuuin!" he barked at the door, not bothering to face it as it began to seal itself. Arguably the most well defended house in the entire country, the Kazekage's apartment had certainly been... renovated since he moved in. It was to be expected, after all. She had married the world's best Fuuinjutsu user, upgrades were to be expected.
Walking over to the dark leather couch, Trilby tore off his Jacket, tossing it aside. He fell face first down onto the cough, stretching out with a groan. His brow was still damp from his day's work. He had held drills with the Jounin of Sunagakure, trying to improve their combat prowess. Although half of them were stronger than him or more talented with a blade, he always managed to beat them. He hoped one day his futile efforts would teach them how to think during a fight. Still, at least he was home now, and nothing would interrupt his rest...
Walking over to the dark leather couch, Trilby tore off his Jacket, tossing it aside. He fell face first down onto the cough, stretching out with a groan. His brow was still damp from his day's work. He had held drills with the Jounin of Sunagakure, trying to improve their combat prowess. Although half of them were stronger than him or more talented with a blade, he always managed to beat them. He hoped one day his futile efforts would teach them how to think during a fight. Still, at least he was home now, and nothing would interrupt his rest...
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