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Saki's heels touched elegantly down the relatively empty streets of the early morning, fog still lingering lazily in between the high mountain buildings, birds twittering about in their own urban-adapted routine, caring little for the world below them. Villagers hustled one way and bustled another, all going about their morning routines with an equal amount of apathy that the birds had for them, that Saki himself had for them. Any cordial how-do-you-dos as he passed were met with a calculated smile almost as stiff as his posture, or as the new suits he'd recently purchased to fit his new role. Robes were a fine article of clothing, and probably still his preferred choice of attire... but a sennin must look the part, after all. He stopped to observe himself in a shop window to make sure he still looked immaculate. His navy suit was still crisp, and the pinstripe shirt still worked well. His hair, tied back in a loose tail, had a few flyaways that needed correction, but other than that, all was still good.
Saki took a breath, turned, and the clicking resumed.
The walls of the academy were both a comfort and a bitter memory. They simultaneously sparked an honorable, tasteful sense of duty in Saki, as well as served as a sick reminder of the Headmaster. The lunatic. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't other reasons he stays close to kids.
He shook the thought of Maru out of his head and refocused on why he was here in the first place: upcoming graduating students. The medical branch was in shambles with the disappearance of the previous sennin, and that needed to be remedied. Hopefully, there would be some students interested in learning about it.
[MFT]
Click
Click
Click
Saki's heels touched elegantly down the relatively empty streets of the early morning, fog still lingering lazily in between the high mountain buildings, birds twittering about in their own urban-adapted routine, caring little for the world below them. Villagers hustled one way and bustled another, all going about their morning routines with an equal amount of apathy that the birds had for them, that Saki himself had for them. Any cordial how-do-you-dos as he passed were met with a calculated smile almost as stiff as his posture, or as the new suits he'd recently purchased to fit his new role. Robes were a fine article of clothing, and probably still his preferred choice of attire... but a sennin must look the part, after all. He stopped to observe himself in a shop window to make sure he still looked immaculate. His navy suit was still crisp, and the pinstripe shirt still worked well. His hair, tied back in a loose tail, had a few flyaways that needed correction, but other than that, all was still good.
Saki took a breath, turned, and the clicking resumed.
The walls of the academy were both a comfort and a bitter memory. They simultaneously sparked an honorable, tasteful sense of duty in Saki, as well as served as a sick reminder of the Headmaster. The lunatic. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't other reasons he stays close to kids.
He shook the thought of Maru out of his head and refocused on why he was here in the first place: upcoming graduating students. The medical branch was in shambles with the disappearance of the previous sennin, and that needed to be remedied. Hopefully, there would be some students interested in learning about it.
[MFT]