The life of a military leader wasn’t as many people inspected. The role of Tsuchikage was not just going out and taking the most dangerous missions, killing the worse of the bad guys, and celebrating the victories with their comrades. Instead, it was paper work, lots and lots of paper work. For the Tsuchikage, they had to look at every mission, making sure the groups that were taking the missions were not taking missions they were over or under qualified for. It was Hissori’s job to make sure that the whole village was running smoothly, which he had practice on running the hospital. Dealing with the promotions, demotions, complains, and accolades were all part of the job for the strawberry blond male. Today was just one of these days.
Moving a large pot of what seemed to be like stewing green tea, Hissori was staring down at a grey personnel folder. The green eyes of the Tsuchikage were staring down at a private ANBU file as he stroked his defined chin. The man who was dressed in the classic Kage robe for brown and white. Hiding beneath that was a professional business attire of black slacks, white business shirt, and a navy blue tie.
Leaning over, the man pressed an intercom button to the headset system of the village. “Akira Amaya, can you report to the Tsuchikage office for a meeting please.” Hissori would say in a polite but stern tone as the man would release the intercom and stand up.
As Hissori adjusted the robe on that hung form fitting from his skinny body, he would returned to the pot of tea going to bring it over to a relaxing looking coffee table. He would put it down followed by two matching tea cups as he took a seat, the folder in front of him as he waited for the ANBU to show up for her meeting.
Moving a large pot of what seemed to be like stewing green tea, Hissori was staring down at a grey personnel folder. The green eyes of the Tsuchikage were staring down at a private ANBU file as he stroked his defined chin. The man who was dressed in the classic Kage robe for brown and white. Hiding beneath that was a professional business attire of black slacks, white business shirt, and a navy blue tie.
Leaning over, the man pressed an intercom button to the headset system of the village. “Akira Amaya, can you report to the Tsuchikage office for a meeting please.” Hissori would say in a polite but stern tone as the man would release the intercom and stand up.
As Hissori adjusted the robe on that hung form fitting from his skinny body, he would returned to the pot of tea going to bring it over to a relaxing looking coffee table. He would put it down followed by two matching tea cups as he took a seat, the folder in front of him as he waited for the ANBU to show up for her meeting.
MTF 300 words.