His office was redecorated, nothing super fancy but enough that a keen eye who’d been in it before would pick up that the focus of the room was being drawn more and more towards the desk. An array of chairs, as ever, formed a half circle before his desk. He’d had some people in and ever so slightly angle the walls inward a bit, and the ceiling and floor slightly also. The effect was that one couldn’t tell by studying them directly, but just by being in the room your attention would be on the tunnel that seemed to form and lead right to his desk. The carpet was replaced with a finer material that was very soft, very comfortable on the feet, and cost the Isaki Clan a small fortune as Nobu reminded him every time he used their money on something stupid.
Indeed, while the room didn’t come off as ostentatious, it was obvious everything had been upgraded to the finest quality. Maki wasn’t trying to show off, merely wasting as much of the money of the clan as he could before someone tried to stop him and he could part their head from their shoulders. So far only Nobu had even bothered to tell him he was spending so much, but the man had that stupid smile on his face as he did so, one that led Maki to think he would need to do something about the man sooner, not later.
He pulls free a book on the shelf behind his desk, a full sized fridge door opening, obviously a replacement for the hidden mini-fridge he’d had before. Iced mugs are set on the desk and filled with a scotch so aged that when asked the seller had simply cackled. One for everyone, himself, three captains, and his future Hokage.
Things would need to be discussed.
(Calling Yuki, Yukio, Manzo, and Glorious Leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of KoreaKonoha.)
Indeed, while the room didn’t come off as ostentatious, it was obvious everything had been upgraded to the finest quality. Maki wasn’t trying to show off, merely wasting as much of the money of the clan as he could before someone tried to stop him and he could part their head from their shoulders. So far only Nobu had even bothered to tell him he was spending so much, but the man had that stupid smile on his face as he did so, one that led Maki to think he would need to do something about the man sooner, not later.
He pulls free a book on the shelf behind his desk, a full sized fridge door opening, obviously a replacement for the hidden mini-fridge he’d had before. Iced mugs are set on the desk and filled with a scotch so aged that when asked the seller had simply cackled. One for everyone, himself, three captains, and his future Hokage.
Things would need to be discussed.
(Calling Yuki, Yukio, Manzo, and Glorious Leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of KoreaKonoha.)