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Kaen would fall silent for a moment as Aki described the dismal state Lord Sousuke had undergone the days following the momentous event at the wall. Truth be told he wouldn't have been the only one who felt the sting of failure. Sunagakure had ultimately won that battle, but at what cost? A plethora of bodies, both friend and foe, had littered the crimson stained sand that expanded outwards from the gate. The enemy was comprised of abominable monsters that seemed to have no limits on supply. The Unbent had continually spewed out into the world above while Sunagakure was still recoiling from whatever previous encounter had befallen them most recently. Hell, most of the time they hadn't even rested or got medical attention before another Horde was upon them.
The pair of Sunan shinobi were given a room, a young woman informed the pair that a Dr. Luthor would be attending to them. Though beaten to a pulp his keen observing eyes could still read the room. It appeared, for whatever reason, that Aki found this Doctor Luthor distasteful. Even to the point where Aki's eyes felt almost weaponized as a metaphorical death (ray) glare was shot across the room. It prompted the woman to second guess the choice and informed the pair, a short time later, that they would be given someone else. Kaen was in no condition to be picky about who tended to his issues.
It was probably because this was the son of Lord Sousuke, whom had given Kaen a new chance at life here as well as other cherished opportunities n such. But Kaen found himself interested in this individual. The open admission to being interested in the Anbu Corps also held a bit of weight to this new found interest. "
So what sort of responsibilities are you usually assigned to?" But his inquiry would go unanswered for now as new acquaintance held up his finger while responded to a call over his radio. Kaen's had been broken and lost in his last battle. In fact the majority of his equipment had been lost that day.
Tossing the idea of lacking equipment aside he would pay attention to what Aki was saying. Nosey perhaps? Maybe, but Anbu don't get very far in their career without picking up that sort of trade. Nefarious dealings, by the sounds of it. Aki, clearly intelligent, more assured seeing that his father is Sousuke, saw more than what whoever was on the other end of the line saw. There was a huge difference in skill when you looked at cases like this. Laziness, ineptitude, complacency, whatever the case may be. There will always be people like that, shinobi even, that make it harder for the real professionals to take care of business. Another 'fine' example just presented itself. And opportunity that Kaen would latch onto. He could use this.
Aki would quickly continue the conversation, easily setting aside the issues spoke of over the radio. A skill that Kaen could admire, emotional intelligence was a rare talent indeed. But all these ponderings would be abruptly cut short as Aki mentioned his adopted sister. Kaen knew little about Sousuke's children, all but one anyway, Teke... Kaen's body would tense up as he tried hard to bottle up the feelings inside. Kaen would avert his gaze to the open window, a few tears could slide down his dirty face. A trail of 'clean' could be seen where the tears had eroded a path down his face. He could hardly bear those memories of what transpired that day with his apprentices, Kanmuri and Teke. He was almost unsure how he himself made it out, but to his knowledge both of his apprentices never made it out and were lost to this world.
As he attempted to compose himself Aki would receive another call, mr. popular over here. The name spoken would cause Kaen's mind to explode with revelation-esk memories. He spun around to face Aki; "
Mako?! She's alive? Heh, if that's all we need..." Kaen would pause a moment, looking to be in deep thought. His breathing changed a bit as he stared into the fluorescent light fixtures. Odd to be sure, but there was a method to this madness. A moment later Kaen would reach into one of his nostrils and pluck a few nose hairs. His face looked disgruntled, but the desired result was achieved. "
AACHOOO! ... ... ... Ugh, that felt so good..." Kaen, folding up the hospital blanket he inadvertently used as tissue paper, would look to Aki. "
Will that suffice for Lady Mako?"
[OOC - Marked for dojo [MFD]]