Business Arrangements [Open]

[Michi]

Spoiler

Please note some primary portions of his persona:

• He is a narcissist.
• He is well-educated and wealthy.
• He feels that he has a claim to Sunagakure due to his financial wealth and/or contributions.
• He is not a good man but he is not evil either.

The Academy, a place of learning for a generation of otherwise heathen albatross for society. He had been to a learning institute in his youth, a place of culture and refinement where one would learn of the philosophers of ancient times, their wisdom resonating to this very day. Hirotomi was a brilliant man, his influence would reverberate for centuries after his demise. While like many great, legendary men, his works would be romanticized into stories of a world quite unlike this one. Days of lore in this subterranean fortress rather than this buried mud-hole filled with degenerates and deviants.

Aburabuta was a proud man, slender, firmly built and considered rather handsome by whatever rubric an observer wished to quantify. He had some disappointing business to attend to in Sunagakure, while a hovel in the midst of a wasteland, Sunagakure was also house to a great number of secrets. It is a great benefit to this particular businessman that ethics come cheap. The promise of candy, a letter of recommendation, a few shiny coins or a handful of shiny rocks was more than fair compensation for most.

He had recently discovered the existence of something potentially of great consequence and profit. A cell hidden deep within the bowels of this disease-ridden city held secrets lost to the sand of time. Scrolls with names, lineage, the true history of this forgotten world, hidden techniques and clan secrets that the descendants of the first men tried to bury away forever. The space was sealed, he tried to find an entrance that has been shut possibly over a century ago. There was a fracture in the foundation, be it a tectonic sift or a flaw in the novice design. This crack was only several inches wide, an adult would never be able to pass through the narrow gap. He was in need of someone young, small and nimble to gain entry or at the very least facilitate the removal of whatever this secret room housed. It would not be long before Sunan authorities discovered the hall and confiscate the room's holdings to take all that was contained as their own.

"Hey... hey there... would you like to start a business relationship?"

 

[Moyamaru]

Within a complex where various bloodlines, abilities, and appearances were openly showcased to the public there was very little someone could actually do to seem out of place. It was by basic definition a military facility which facilitated the growth and development of the village's next generation of soldiers, or that is how Mun was beginning to see it as. However today there was one such man who was simply out of place both in appearance and morality. Mun had spotted the man before and had out of a curious nature kept watchful eyes on him as to discern his motive for roaming the complex grounds. Everything seemed off about him as he had the general upbringing of the higher pompous elites, with his general swagger and tailored suit that without a doubt cost him a pretty penny. This was in stark contrast to Mun's attire which was a prime example of rags stitched together to form an outfit. He wore a single sandy toned jumpsuit that was stitched together in various areas making it resemble more like a straight jacket. Unlike virtually every other child in the facility however his eyes were covered with mesh bandages and his mouth covered by a breathing apparatus.

At the call of the man, Mun answered simply because his natural intrigue in things unknown to him garnered his full attention. This could easily be seen as a fatal flaw in his character but he never tried not to act out on his own instincts."What do you mean by business relationship?, was what Mun asked right off the back. Mun understood that his life currently was apart of a business as is, that the running of the village made funds from their participation as soldiers of the state. Unfortunately for Mun's mind and unknowingly to anyone else Mun had his thought processes interrupted and manipulated by his own blood so he had slowly been becoming highly militaristic and slightly rebellious. He stood slightly behind the well dressed businessman, the tools of his employment to the government obviously showing in items such as his two belt pouches and his weapon holsters. Although also unknown to the man was the fact that although Mun's eyes were covered by layers of bandages, the truth was the material in which the bandages were made from coupled with his unnaturally keen eyesight made it more like a tinted window. He could see out but no one could see in...

[MFT]

 

[Michi]

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Like a patchwork rag-doll a child tottered over. He narrowed his nares as the boy came near, the impoverished often smelled of dejection and unfulfilled dreams. Of course this young boy would have the opportunity to touch his greatest ambition, perhaps become a pimp, or sell recreational poisons for use to the vagrants of the community. He was a rather influential man, his presence and proximity alone would likely propel this young man. He of course would never know his standard of living, but few ever would.

<<"What do you mean by business relationship?>>​

A thin smile crept across his looks as the sleazy businessman made his first catch of the day. His time was valuable but so were those artifacts. Aye... young man," he announced in greeting as he took his white brimmed hat from the top of his head and held it to his chest in greeting. "A sensei I assume?" he asked as he feigned ignorance. He was standing at the academy at such a time as to catch students as they dilly-dallied between classes or errands. "I am in need of a young, skillful shinobi as I am in quite a bind," he announced in the most saccharine voice he could muster followed by yet another blinding white smile.

He got the boy's attention, or so he hoped as he remained long enough to hear hopefully most of his pitch. "Would you mind giving a man greatly in need of your expertise a hand? He asked before he seemed caught in an afterthought. His mouth crooked to the side before it returned to its rightfully fair place. He let out a laugh, "where are my manners. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Aburabuta Hirotomi... Yes, THAT family." He was well aware that his name came with a reputation for wealth , power and prestige. His father, while he never knew him sired him and his sister with their beautiful mother, they never wanted and had access to the best society had to offer. He was here to earn his birthright, what is owed to him and his family. A banker never forgets those in debt.

Finally turning to look at the boy as is powers did not lay with his sight or other uncanny sense he prepared himself to make a deal. "What is it that you want out of life m'boy?" Perhaps he would earn status, gain rank in his class, ask for a few shiny baubles. Men and their allegiances come cheap, but who could blame them. They lived in a free-market society that continually rewards efforts, the right connections, knowledge, a desired product. Every ambition desired cough be bought for a price. <i></i>

 

[Moyamaru]

"Aburabuta Hirotomi...? That family?, Mun's head tilted slightly to the right as the man extended his verbal greeting to include more information for him to soak in. With his facial features hidden it would have been highly impossible for the man to read that Mun was confused on several notations made by him. It was now that he felt in a position of even more questionability in regards to the fact that he was, quote on quote, supposed to know what Hirotomi meant by "that family". Now the question that seeped through every cell in his brain was one he should have known the answer to which was, what does he mean by that family? All of this momentarily distracted him from the previous statements made but he quickly relapsed to provide a suitable response without giving away his curiousity and confusion.

"My -expertise- isn't something many would use as a helping hand, given that my abilities are dwarfed when it comes to ninjutsu and genjutsu. I do not see what use I would be..."

It was quite possible that Hirotomi had already picked up on Mun's chosen battle style as the boy was uniquely equipped with various items of both storage and weaponry even for a shinobi. Even as he stood there the handle of his Waiya-hari was visible over his left shoulder with a braided thread of ninja wire attached to the handle and disappearing into the weapon holster. It was after his statement that he was hit with a question that made Mun honestly pause. It was the type of question that men's morals and codes were built upon including were they mentally saw themselves in life's progression. Mun's head dropped for a minute as he stared at the ground, his thoughts racing as he tried to filter everything he had been taught, told, and heard. When a simple answer was found mentally Mun's head rose once more and beneath his bandages the boy's eyes had a fierce gaze to them along with a different pattern.

"I want power and not just the ability to be strong. No, I want real power and everything that comes with the word's definition. I refuse to be a blind servant, a body with life only worth the mission funds that are brought to the village, a tool..."

He individually moved his fingers a bit one by one before making another statement which was spoken in a somber almost demoralized tone of voice.

"But I am just a child, I need to attain things to keep me alive long enough to gain what I want."

[MFT]