The water was still this far out. Against the shore the breeze coming through was creating little waves lapping at the ground in a vain attempt to encroach upon land, but out here in the middle of things it was quite different. The water didn’t move, it didn’t appear to even be flowing. Pure, still water. Reflective water, anything in the depths well hidden down here. And Maki was standing on it waiting on his pupils to arrive.
Part of the job of leading the branch was to familiarize himself with those under him. He held little respect for the men who claimed leadership and yet did not know the first person outside of their immediate underlings. While one couldn’t be expected to know everyone, he needed at least a passing familiarity with most of the people in the ANBU. So he offered this private tutoring session to two very lucky, or unlucky, pupils.
Maki stood atop the lake in his full samurai getup. Red armoring over a red jacket over black shirt and pants. His katana were at his side, and he seemed to be focusing far more than he should be to be standing atop still water.
Part of the job of leading the branch was to familiarize himself with those under him. He held little respect for the men who claimed leadership and yet did not know the first person outside of their immediate underlings. While one couldn’t be expected to know everyone, he needed at least a passing familiarity with most of the people in the ANBU. So he offered this private tutoring session to two very lucky, or unlucky, pupils.
Maki stood atop the lake in his full samurai getup. Red armoring over a red jacket over black shirt and pants. His katana were at his side, and he seemed to be focusing far more than he should be to be standing atop still water.