Nobuyuki had requested his sennin to the ANBU training floor for a short meeting. As a captain, it was a good idea to remain in contact with one of the few people who could still order him around. And, on that particular day, it was Nobuyuki trying to get a sense of where the village was at. He had recently met with the Spymaster of the main branch for discussions about the elections and had planned on talking to Akira as well. But more than that, he wanted to know how the old man was faring after being brought back to the position of sennin after eight long years. He didn't plan on blindsiding the man though, so he sent along a letter with his request to meet explaining what he wanted to talk about.
Nobuyuki stood dressed in his standard dress and armor. His dark eyes looked at the half dozen of fresh faced recruits down below training with the dedicated sensei of the ANBU. "Six more willing to give up a normal life to become elite killers." he said to himself. It made him think back to the day when he left his home with delusions of grandeur about the shinobi life. Never would he have guessed to pursue the path he had. The Captain looked to each of them, questioning their own story. "What are their reasons, I wonder." he thought.
Nobuyuki stood dressed in his standard dress and armor. His dark eyes looked at the half dozen of fresh faced recruits down below training with the dedicated sensei of the ANBU. "Six more willing to give up a normal life to become elite killers." he said to himself. It made him think back to the day when he left his home with delusions of grandeur about the shinobi life. Never would he have guessed to pursue the path he had. The Captain looked to each of them, questioning their own story. "What are their reasons, I wonder." he thought.