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Post by Senju Tensei on Oct 18, 2017 19:48:58 GMT
The Hokages office, a giant room with a big desk. However, most of the desk is filled with papers.
Hidden In the corner behind a big bookshelf, is a bed filled with paperstacks. The room tells a story about the requirements of being a village leader.
Tensei still remembers the first day at the office, the paperstacks were a lot bigger back then. At least they weren't covering the floor now. He was more organized than his father, even tho some of the stacks could be dated a few years back. He knew he had a few years of work in front of him. Each week the stacks were reduced, but they would fill up as fast again. The paperstacks and meetings had consumed his day. He tried to count the meetings but can't remember clearly. How many meetings were done this day? Were the academy meeting today or tomorrow? A lot of thoughts spinning around.
As he finished the last stack on his desk. a mysteriously figure appeared through the window. Tensei always had the windows open, fresh air was important to endure the work. Without speaking the man handed over a folder. "A report huh?" Tensei uttered. The mad nodded and diapered through the window.
He took a glance through the folder while walking over the room, he moved to a Senju crest on the wall. Performed a seal and a hidden door opens. He left the folder there while slowly moving back to his desk. He leaned back in his chair. One day of 365 completed. |
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Post by Usagi Hikari on Oct 19, 2017 19:28:16 GMT
Take a Moment and Think of Just
Flexibility & Love & Trust
The Hokage’s office: a big room with such small aspirations.
That is what the bitter whispers were among the girls who came to town with fuzzy rabbit ears pointing to the skies as they leaned over to one another’s ears. They were lowly whispers; pathetic little ones that would go no higher in tone than the drop of a pin from the fear that they would be heard and ejected from the village before they could finish their business. Regardless of the huddle of tight leggings and provocative attire speaking in hushed speech near the corner, they had done their job, and done so well enough that they made a killing from the pockets of the village that even the sharpest kunai could not reach into if it was cutting into flesh.
Hence the sudden breeze that rushed to the doorway of the Hokage’s manor.
One of the few figures with their flaunted rabbit ears stuck out that next day with a body wrapped in the silky robes of white. Orchids depicted as art had reached around the body of the cloth with a few shades darker than the hair of the visitor. Feet treading lightly as he walked with the unmistakable volume of an assassin, the figure approached the body guards with his hazy blue orbs gazing to the figures that barricaded his way. They drew their shoulders close in proximity as they watched him approach. Listening, they heard him utter one word as his right hand lifted a bag that let out an unmistakable chime.
“The taxes…”
The bag was heft with folds of bills and the clanking of copper coins. The two shinobi that guarded the entrance to the manor had parted being all too familiar with the loathed figure and the dirty money he carried. They let him pass without so much of a second glance, but remained stalwart as the right guard followed as closely as a shadow to the figure who entered the manner and proceeded up the winding corridor. It was to be expected: no one thought much of the rabbits other than for simple fulfillment. The figure remained quiet to the rabbit’s amusement, and continued to do so even as they reached the end of the corridor and stood at the door of the office.
The fragrance of the wood had already overwhelmed his senses. An air of unfamiliarity was strong enough to send a tingle of excitement along his skin rather than caress his long flowing hair that fallen upon his shoulders. His hands stayed pressed to the soft silk robes on his lap, and not to mention...
*KNOCK-KNOCK!*
…the standard echo before the man opened the door and allowed the rabbit to walk in. Of course, he was presented as harmless as any of the other days he walked into this office with a bag of money. The rabbit-like ears on the figure’s head twitched from the influx of chakra flow that ran to the headband that reached into his feathery, violet hair. His eyes had seen nothing about them, but he could feel the presence in the room. Sound taps of his sandals let out an echo against the wood that spoke volumes to him about the features of the room.
“Lord Hokage,” his gentle voice sang with the pitch of a siren, “Is this a bad time?”
He was not sure if those were the right words, but he assumed so. After all, he was not the regular for running this mundane errand.
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Post by Senju Tensei on Oct 19, 2017 20:44:17 GMT
Working hard or hardly working?
On Tenseis desk, he had three cups, tea in the first cup, coffee in the second and sake in the third. He had a bad drinkinghabbit but he would try to hide it with other bevrages. Even if the bottle stood right next to one stack of paper. "- One reward for each stack", it was his fathers behaviour that had gotten into him. He still remember all the "accident" resultade by the sake, still he couldn't resist it. Long days lead to fatigue when you are in charge of a village and you want to live a life of exercise and social contexts. At the same time. Tensei respected his father as a Shinobi, but his personality was special. Tensei could see similarities between how his father worked and how he worked. This became Tensei's contradiction, he did not want to be like his father. He wanted to be like his uncle, even though he did not know him too well.
Tensei had stopped working for over an hour ago. He took the last moment for relaxation before going home or sleeping at the office .... Again. Although he was messy when it came to paperwork, he was good at organizing his work. His schedule was almost flawless even though he took more breaks than necessary. He would not be broken by the work, even though no one had told him about the real work of being a Kage.
"Knock knock"
As Tensei heard the first knock he elbowed down the bottle into a open drawer, kicked the drawer in with his heel while emptying the third cup in one breath, He leaned back again.
"Welcome, come in"
His father never had time for visitors, not even visiting from his own children or wife. It was important for Tensei to be the opposite. The village would grow under Tensei's leadership. He would change everything that he thought was wrong. A big part of this was to listen and talk to the inhabitants of the village, those who followed him. The introduction of a kind of democracy, on his own terms. |
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Post by Usagi Hikari on Oct 19, 2017 21:35:31 GMT
Take a Moment and Think of Just
Flexibility & Love & Trust
“Obliged, Lord.”
He omitted the my part formally used by the villagers. To admit to it would be treason, even though technically it was somewhat disrespectful. However, anyone whom would see those ears and cotton tail on the form of the violet haired figure would have understood why. Slowly, he walked in, wooden sandals clacking with seductive rhythm. There was many smells that were contradicting the scent of Jasmine that came off the rabbit’s body. He knew this scent well as a several few sniffs of the rabbit’s noise indicated the combination of the casual tea that started a night in Konohagakure’s local bar, the scent of coffee was the next morning, and the sake was somewhere in between.
No one remembered the sake nor the time had between that and the morning coffee.
That was the nature of the Usaginoana (Rabbit’s Hole) when the clanswomen would provide services to a local area. The areas would turn into their own festering entertainment venues with profits to be had. The rabbit brought this profit in a pouch larger than his cupped handles could have ever held and walked with that same silent grace, had leaned over and let the cloth sack roll onto the desk. His hazy eyes stared emptily towards the kage as if he were made of glass. The rabbit himself dawned a mask that kept a lifeless smile while his ears were the only thing that twitched in response.
“My clan conducted business last night in the village,” his motionless lips regain life as his right hand tenderly patted the folds of ryo and coins that were in the bag, “As per agreed, we are simply paying taxes on the wages we gained.” he explained, something he really did not have to do. Still, as his first time personally running the errand, the violet haired rabbit wished not to leave the job to one of the younger rabbits. The violet haired boy still felt it was only proper based on his teachings: elegance and grace was what stole hearts.
The philosophy was pressed into his movements, and even as the smile that returned to his face as he kept his hazy gaze fixated on the kage. “Tis’ still fair as always Lord, Yes?” he chimed sweetly.
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