It had already been a long week. Placed once more in the Captain’s chair within Suna’s ANBU, the old assassin king had his work cut out for him. There was an issue with the downsizing of the force that Wei had conducted personally by pulling many of the black corp’s talented and making them his personal hit squad. The more powerful ones became his personal bodyguards; woe be unto them. Of course it wasn’t that all of the members of ANBU were looking for a career change, but instead were trying to avoid being sent out to fight a pointless war. Uzu could respect that. It still didn’t make his job any easier.
Redactions still needed to be made, probably more now than ever. Wei’s crew got up to…some stuff. Most of it was the basic black market deals he was used to covering up, (there was a reason it was never fully stamped out), but there was some really heinous things Wei was directing his men to pull. Human trafficking was the most egregious of the bunch, and Toushin copied every piece of paper involved in that for later blackmail. Some of it was flat out assassinations of people speaking out, and among them some noble houses that were caught supplying the Rebellion; easily more blackmail. He had more than enough to secure just about any position he could ask for now, but that also required overthrowing the current regime and putting someone in power he could potentially manipulate. Sure, Wei would have been an easy target for Uzu with all things accounted for, but even the old king knew Suna wouldn’t last long enough under that idiot’s rule to play the long game.
Stepping into his office with a sigh, he quickly moved to pour a cup of coffee, settled down at his desk, and looked over at the gigantic piles of information laid out before him. Every last page contained information that needed to be redacted, logged, possibly copied, and stored away. He hated it, but, it kept him flying under the radar. Only a couple more weeks before the planned attack was all put into place and executed…
An hour into the paperwork and the coffee, plus the desert sun, heated him and the office up considerably. He reached under his desk to push a very simple button that would send a little radio wave up to turn on the ceiling fan above. Equiped with ice chakra crystals, the fan itself acted as a mini air conditioner that would give the older male a much needed reprieve from the heat. As he leaned back into his chair for a personal five minute break, he was met first not with a cool wave of air, but confetti. Colored paper that spilled out all over his office, and himself, until everything was covered in festive trash. He could feel his blood pressure rising, quickly.
In all of Sunagakure, there was only one person who had managed to prank Toushin successfully. Toraono Ryota. Still covered in paper he gentled sniffed at the air in his office being pushed around, ashamed that he hadn’t noticed the obvious smell of feline before. Cracked under the whip of a job and planning a revolution, the boy had picked the perfect time to hit the old assassin. Uzu wasn’t sure if he was impressed, or furious. After all the kid went out of his way to bypass layers of ANBU security, found his office, and set up a simple prank before leaving without getting caught by what remained of the operatives.
Well, better go play catch up with the Toraono then.
An hour later, after picking up every piece of paper in his office and then out of his clothes, Toushin was scouting around the boy’s usual haunts. In his search he had found the youth had been up to more than the rather impressive feat of pranking ANBU. Releasing pigs, changing pictures at a local bar, and the mysterious case of a coin welded to a set of stairs via some kind of adhesive. All the pranks added up, and it made a really easy track for the assassin, eventually narrowing down exactly when Ryota would be showing up at that bar.
He waited outside, dressed to the 9’s. Suit pants, expensive shoes, a nice button down shirt with sleeves rolled up, and a golden watch attached to his left wrist. His silver hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he smelled of a certain light musk with notes of clover and cinnamon. Why was he all dolled up to be meeting the boy who had manged to prank him, twice, successfully?
Why, to offer him a business opportunity.
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