Juzo enjoyed simple things in life. The small room he had for himself was tucked away, outside of the Medical facility. The tunnel that led to it had an entrance that opened up near the facility. For one adept with the earth element, like Juzo, it was relatively easy to mold a bit of tunnel to connect it to a small trapdoor in one of the random service closets in the building. It provided privacy and a very commendable level of noise cancellation. In his dimly lit room he examined a few scrolls with notes he had scribbled in haste. "Right... right. Correct."
".............."
The shinobi paused and tried to think about how long he had been in isolation. Can't have been long but it was impossible to tell. Without access to sunlight and no working clocks inside his private quarters time became even more meaningless. If he had been worried in any way then he would have figured out some fool proof way to measure time for himself. But what was the point? Didn't help his research in any way so he discarded the notion entirely. Little did he know he had been away for quite some time.....
The few scrolls he had kept close for months he took into his hands and placed onto a seal on the floor. With a few handseals he sealed them away to a safe place where he could retrieve them later. And from there he dusted off his outfit and headed out the door into the tunnel. It wasn't a long a trip but it would take moment before he was back in the villages normal boundaries.
WC: 274
MFT
".............."
The shinobi paused and tried to think about how long he had been in isolation. Can't have been long but it was impossible to tell. Without access to sunlight and no working clocks inside his private quarters time became even more meaningless. If he had been worried in any way then he would have figured out some fool proof way to measure time for himself. But what was the point? Didn't help his research in any way so he discarded the notion entirely. Little did he know he had been away for quite some time.....
The few scrolls he had kept close for months he took into his hands and placed onto a seal on the floor. With a few handseals he sealed them away to a safe place where he could retrieve them later. And from there he dusted off his outfit and headed out the door into the tunnel. It wasn't a long a trip but it would take moment before he was back in the villages normal boundaries.
WC: 274
MFT