
'Hm, Calm. Focus. Focus. You got this.' he'd chant to himself and even allowing alittle of it to spill into his lips, almost breathing it under his breath. Upon his arrival to the desk, Eiji, dressed in a vest and button down shirt, would ask the receptionist about his meeting and she would in turn call him to the conference rooms on the second level. There seemed to be some meeting on defense and such else going on, but nothing alarming. Eiji knew about them, and they werent all that deep for him to get riled up over it. Today was not the day for Shinobi garments. And even if something popped off, he was ready with his hands of stone. He wouldnt let anything happen to Kitsune, especially with his ANBU Training. High Profile Shinobi would be particularly safe as the Guard in Eiji helped get certain people out of dodge before things ended up worse.
Reaching the room, as his leather boots clanked the floor, and he sat before him the files on the long table. It seemed to be made of mahogany, forged years ago by some members of the Senju Clan maybe? Who cared, it was a table, and now it was the beginning of his life in the political side of Kumogakure. He was ready to continue moving forward in his life and with his positions. He wanted nothing more than to have his name remembered for the things he attempted and sought out to do for his country men and women. Now the ball was in the court of Kitsune, the Crimson maned fox of a woman. Classy, but smart and full of guile. He would have to be on his best behavior as well as come correct with his explanations... Eiji... was ready.