Not too long after testing out the kids, Kiri walked out of the infirmary and followed the trail. He hadn’t met this person for so long, thanks to his all-nighters in the hospital. What little training they got in the family estate was interrupted more often by emergency calls. Kiri wouldn’t blame the guy. He, too, had summons. Lately, he would have to double his efforts in the research and field work. His aim to join the Sentou Henkan was partly to blame, since he would need appropriate expertise to be useful there. But more importantly, he needed the recommendation and approval of a certain Sennin, who so happened to be his adoptive father.Walking past the hallways, Kiri would think back on that time he was brought along to a Sentou work in the ANBU division. It wasn’t that much. They were there to treat a wounded ANBU operative. Still, there was more to being a Sentou and Kahako had made it clear to him that it would be far more dangerous than the usual path most Mednins took. But that was why Kiri chose it. He knew better than anyone else that deep inside he craved for the battle. The thrill was different. To be paired with an ANBU and protect them, treat them, and sometimes fight for them, was something he was built for. He could save another aspiring mednin the troubles of the battlefield, since he was bred for one, but he also knew better than to lose sight of his role as a mednin.
He paused in his tracks just before stepping foot outside of the hallway. He recalled that time in the pre-tournament and he was reminded, yet again, of his inadequacies as a Mednin. He need much to learn. Still more. But he couldn’t deny that he was also a fighter, and he liked the idea of standing on the frontlines, protecting Kumogakure if needed. But… there was so many buts, so little time. He sighed as he took out the mask he would be wearing should he be accepted into the Sentou, a half-face mask, black with gold linings. It was inappropriate, considering the proper mask should completely hide his identity. However, it was fitting as it was something he saw in his dream that he shared with his souls.
He hid the mask as he stepped out from the hallway, past the archway and into the balcony that overlooked the grand arena. It was empty, as one would expect. Today was not a festival. And yet, there stood another person– someone whose wide back and tall stature he knew for quite some time now. Father and teacher, and sometimes rival. Today, he will have to face the challenge once more, and this time, he would be the one calling the challenge.
"Hi," greeted Kiri, "There's something I wanted to talk about."
[Topic Entered. Requesting Junko]
