Private a weight not of risk

[Akamine Sota]

Jitters and the heavy weight of a mind lag Sota's steps where they take him. To a door; past a decision. He's halfway through it — this idea of his. This clever, once-in-a-lifetime plan that he's mulled over not enough to guarantee the safety of. Hasn't weighed the risks, hasn't gone through the boring (albeit crucial) bits. Just knows... knows it'll be grand. A way to ultimately — (what. Prove himself?) — do something.

And so — watch. Watch as a boy SLAMs office doors wide open; watch as he swaggers in with one of his cockiest grins yet. Large, tipping up by one corner, flashing pearls by the other. A demand paints itself upon the tongue before it speaks. When it does, it's loud:

"I NEED A PASSPORT." With an even louder silence to follow. A short one. Then, he's quick to adjust his weight on his feet, and even quicker to offer a new attempt: "Sorry, sorry. Need a passport for a, uhhh.... mission, of course."



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wc 166
[requesting passport]

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

Peace and quiet, it was a beautiful konoha day. The birds were singing, flowers were blooming... on days like these, kids should be... not being brats?! Minding his own business just working with all the paperwork he had to do, he never would have expected a drop in from Sota. He seemed to have been flourishing great without any need for Keniwa to interfere, so what had happened today? A door being busted open as hard as it was, is for sure a sign for action. Without a moments notice Keniwa grabbed the door before it slammed in to one of his walls and caused any damage. A look of just pure shock on his face as he was screamed at about wanting a passport.

Silent for a moment in disbelief, at what the boy was asking especially the way he went about it. Apparently for some sort of mission?? Not that he'd been notified of. "Okay Sota, you are going to try again at asking me for a passport." Pushing the door shut so that it would also sweep up Sota in it's rotation as he quickly darted back in to his chair waiting for the boy's rearrival.

[topic entered]

 

[Akamine Sota]

Sometimes, when a door is splayed wide, Sota does expect it to come back around and slam on his face. Classes, a teacher's office, a store. Sometimes. Today? He's blinking, painted with half the suggestion of surprise. Another two blinks to signal him having processed the words of his old mentor, and he's going in. Another attempt — a third-goddamn-attempt.

Creak...'s the sound it makes this time; cartoonishly slow. Rolls around and unveils a much more sour twist of brows. Smile gone, excitement extinguished. Whatever, he'll need to dance past these stupid screenings if he's to achieve his great idea. Retry #3 goes like this:

"I. did." A bite. But okay — sure: "hello, Sir, I would like to request a fuckin' passport. For a mission." And in the air he thrusts a piece of paper. A C-rank mission detailing a route across the countryside.



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[Kimari Bōmu]

He much preferred this calmer minded approach to asking him something, he was lucky he picked the right person to come to who could deal with his chaotic nature. Honestly though, it was good to see him! He seemed well, stronger, a bit more level headed, still with a lot of his similar mannerisms however he was still Sota. Keniwa sat in his chair as the door creaked open as if he had just been working, playing along with Sota's retry. "Sir? There's no need for that Sota! Keniwa will do just fine, and uh... a ducking passport? For a mission? What does a ducking passport do?" He was clearly messing around as he stood up from his chair and made his way towards the piece of paper he'd so dramatically thrusted in to the air.

Getting a closer look he could see that the contents of this mission would be dangerous for a singular genin... and... with what had happened to a certain individual not too long ago... You can never feel too safe, it's why these children had to be strong, they needed to be. Life was cruel, it seemed like Sota still had a lot of innocence and was yet to understand this to the extent that another would. "Well this mission does need doing, but you certainly are not going on your own. That is dangerous. Just let me make a quick call." Darting back to his desk in similar fashion that he had once used, he would quickly grab on to his headset and shoot a message over to an anbu in training to get here as soon as possible. "They will just be a moment, in the meantime, how have you been?"

 

[Chikamatsu Nashi]

Shortly after the call a masked man entered without a word and stood next to Sota, under the mask Kino watched the two in confusion. Keniwa didn't know, but man this was awkward if he decided to speak. So now not only was he going to have to waste energy on distorting his voice, but he was also stuck with Sota. Hopefully it was different than the last time they had class together, they were both a lot more established in themselves by now but the footprint on the doorway was a less than good sign.

He spoke finally, breaking the ice on his entrance, though it was gruff and broken in a way that implied there was some sort of filter between his mouth and their ears.

"You called? what's the situation sir." it was plain short and not how Kino would speak, it was the best he could do.

[topic entered as Cypher]

 

[Akamine Sota]

Sota pours half a moment into a quip — "ducking? Are you deaf? — " before he's slapped with the reminder of who he was dealing with. A jokester. A freak, if you will. "Whatever," he huffs, trying to mask the song of embarrassment. Which, by the way, he totally didn't feel. But count one, two, and a third moment later, and —

you certainly are not going on your own —

If he'd worn a sour expression before, he now fully dressed in acid. A scrunched nose, widening eyes. "What? C'mon, Keni!!" he groans, palms splaying at his sides. "I've been good. You know I've been good — better than ever, so — seriously, I don't need a shitty babysitter to — "

A distorted voice comes alive, whipping Sota's attention with it. His glare is quick, short-lived; widening with a beat before dripping back into the venom he'd cooked for Keniwa. "A fucking ANBU????" His chin snaps to the sennin. "You're kidding, right?"



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wc 162

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

A range of thoughts went through Keniwa's head, but everyone was prone to making mistakes and he was no different. Of course he was a sennin and could give out passports to whoever he wanted to, underneath his branch of course. An anbu... would have to go to... He'd take a gulp just thinking about it but he had to do something in the situation. There was no one to take Sota, not under his jurisdiction anyways. Perhaps he would go have a talk with Keiji but he wasn't exactly keen on it all things considered, especially if Sota had to be in the same meeting.

A compromise. "Hello Cypher, you are of chuunin rank correct? I'd like you to do some training with Sota, be it sparring, missions whatever you see fit. For now Sota i'll get someone else to handle this mission. You will need a bit more strength before you wish to go on a mission like this. Physically and mentally. Sorry! However I am sure the two of you will get on great! Cypher whether you choose to be you or yourself during the training is up to you. But get the boy ready for a chuunin exam! Then we'll talk about leaving the country Sota." This anbu's figure looked somewhat familiar but he couldn't exactly place his nose on it. Unless there's anything else, go have a blast!