High noon, the sweltering heat of the sun’s ray scorching the earth was almost unbearable and everpresent enough to leave even the most vicious of creatures holed up within the furthest depths of the Forest of Death. Yoshihisa had long since taken to going shirtless again, with nobody around to be bothered by it it seemed like the way to go, however as his eyes were never kept off the clock he knew the time was about to come around where he had to return to his duties. With creaking joints and the sigh of someone who was completely worn out only halfway through the day Yoshihisa hoisted himself back on his feet after having squandered his free time watching the clouds with rather turbulent levels of interest. ”Ehh, it can’t be helped..” After thoroughly dusting himself off he slipped his coat back on and dashed back into the forest with the hopes that he wouldn’t succumb to the heat before he had properly seen his student off.
”A few more minutes before we’ll see the fruits of your labor. Do you feel ready?” The same omnipresent voice buzzed through Izumi’s mind once more, by then he would have probably come to realize that it was this creature’s main or perhaps only means of communication. About an hour had passed since the reins had been passed to him and from that moment onwards the training was much more organized considering the source of distraction for the boy gone and Rokkoyō had an unquestionably greater affinity for translating the information in a practical sense. Depending on the amount of effort put in from Izumi’s end it was very much possible for him to succeed in masking his chakra signature by now, or at the very least in theory. Whether or not it held up in practice remained to be seen, but some doubts arose in both the summoner and the summoned on the presence of the former. Only time would tell if they had made the right call: Yoshihisa appeared with a muted thud on one of the trees overlooking the clearing. ”Sorry if I kept you two waiting.”
Yoshihisa sailed through the air and landed in front of Izumi, running his fingers across his face to clear the hair from obstructing his eyes. Despite the coat looking and feeling very much uncomfortable to an equal degree with the weather the shinobi had somehow managed to have his well kept appearance stay (mostly) intact. ”Izumi-san.” Warm was the smile he conjured as he bowed his head in respect to the younger ANBU, keeping the carefully cultivated image alive that he wasn’t invested in this any further than as a tutor to the son of the Hokage. Which from a certain angle was the whole truth. But before his thoughts could once more get the better of him his attention shifted to his summon, the two locking eyes as he spoke with a slightly coarser tone. ”Do you deem his training enough of a succes to put it to test?” Rokkoyō‘s own gaze lingered on the boy for just long enough for him to perhaps feel slightly uneasy, only breaking free when he finally set his eyes on Yoshihisa once more.
”That decision I will leave with Izumi-san and none other.”
”A few more minutes before we’ll see the fruits of your labor. Do you feel ready?” The same omnipresent voice buzzed through Izumi’s mind once more, by then he would have probably come to realize that it was this creature’s main or perhaps only means of communication. About an hour had passed since the reins had been passed to him and from that moment onwards the training was much more organized considering the source of distraction for the boy gone and Rokkoyō had an unquestionably greater affinity for translating the information in a practical sense. Depending on the amount of effort put in from Izumi’s end it was very much possible for him to succeed in masking his chakra signature by now, or at the very least in theory. Whether or not it held up in practice remained to be seen, but some doubts arose in both the summoner and the summoned on the presence of the former. Only time would tell if they had made the right call: Yoshihisa appeared with a muted thud on one of the trees overlooking the clearing. ”Sorry if I kept you two waiting.”
Yoshihisa sailed through the air and landed in front of Izumi, running his fingers across his face to clear the hair from obstructing his eyes. Despite the coat looking and feeling very much uncomfortable to an equal degree with the weather the shinobi had somehow managed to have his well kept appearance stay (mostly) intact. ”Izumi-san.” Warm was the smile he conjured as he bowed his head in respect to the younger ANBU, keeping the carefully cultivated image alive that he wasn’t invested in this any further than as a tutor to the son of the Hokage. Which from a certain angle was the whole truth. But before his thoughts could once more get the better of him his attention shifted to his summon, the two locking eyes as he spoke with a slightly coarser tone. ”Do you deem his training enough of a succes to put it to test?” Rokkoyō‘s own gaze lingered on the boy for just long enough for him to perhaps feel slightly uneasy, only breaking free when he finally set his eyes on Yoshihisa once more.
”That decision I will leave with Izumi-san and none other.”