Tsukasa Mikasa currently resides in a fairly comfortable in appearance armchair, leaning forward to engage within various paperwork. A majority of the parchment details the recent return of Uchiha Miyako and hopefully within due time Minamoto Suyashi would follow suit. To begin planning for their next steps of progression wasn't exceedingly difficult, but with the recent growth of the branch it would be necessary to rely on others to provide a helping hand. Instinctively her digits crash through platinum locks, an odd habit, truthful to be told it was utilized as a means to ponder upon her workload. Disregarding the notion, the topic of the day would reveal around another returnee.
The actions within the academy never escaped her low pressed ears, learning of Shirudo Sairasu's recent academia experience, the Sennin longed to engage in conversation with another interested in providing lessons within the branch. A neat letter would be addressed to the medical shinobi, settled neatly by an unknown at his doormat, the inner workings of the letter read as follows..
After recollecting the writing, the maiden proceeds to refocus her attention of the current spreadsheet of academy students. Various names liter the parchment and give way to the next generation to spring forward to follow the former; a truly exciting event within the shimmering azure gaze of the kunoichi. Effortlessly Mikasa extends her gloved prosthetic hand outwards to allow chakra strands to attach against a vase full of carrot hue liquid. Pausing momentarily she ponders on when the notion of offering orange juice as a greeting came about, Is this truly odd? I would consider this a kind gesture from a medical standpoint. Tugging gently, the vase wobbles about on the desktop. Leisurely she raises up from her perch, pivoting about to press the flats of hands against the glass, the windows jarring to allow a refreshing aroma of flora to fill room. Strand rays of sunlight caress against her mane and emphasize the sapphire optics.
The actions within the academy never escaped her low pressed ears, learning of Shirudo Sairasu's recent academia experience, the Sennin longed to engage in conversation with another interested in providing lessons within the branch. A neat letter would be addressed to the medical shinobi, settled neatly by an unknown at his doormat, the inner workings of the letter read as follows..
Dear Shirudo Sairasu-san,
I have learned of your recent endeavors of taking liberty to teach within the academy grounds, this is pleasant news! I ask that you humble me and have a sit down to discuss item of great importance at your earliest convenience. Please do not interrupt any lessons you have scheduled, I do not wish to take away a learning experience from the student populace.
Sincerely,
Tsukasa Mikasa
Medical Sennin of the Konohagakure Medical Corporation.
After recollecting the writing, the maiden proceeds to refocus her attention of the current spreadsheet of academy students. Various names liter the parchment and give way to the next generation to spring forward to follow the former; a truly exciting event within the shimmering azure gaze of the kunoichi. Effortlessly Mikasa extends her gloved prosthetic hand outwards to allow chakra strands to attach against a vase full of carrot hue liquid. Pausing momentarily she ponders on when the notion of offering orange juice as a greeting came about, Is this truly odd? I would consider this a kind gesture from a medical standpoint. Tugging gently, the vase wobbles about on the desktop. Leisurely she raises up from her perch, pivoting about to press the flats of hands against the glass, the windows jarring to allow a refreshing aroma of flora to fill room. Strand rays of sunlight caress against her mane and emphasize the sapphire optics.
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