These were strange times indeed... It was as if no one could ever ask to meet with you in person, always by letter. Just because it's convenient, doesn't mean it's proper. Or timely for that matter. What if you asked the person to meet with you the next day, and the letter or courier got lost? The whole thing would have to be canceled and rescheduled! But this was certainly not the time for ranting... Yanjirou, having recently earned the title of Genin, and adorning his clean, new headband around his arm. Despite it being meant for the forehead, he simply didn't find that comfortable, and certainly didn't plan on getting hit in the forehead anytime soon.
His attire consisted of his usual black and red striped coat and dark brown pants, Tetsuyaiba - currently in its resting state - in a contraption created by Yanjirou on his wrist. As he walked through the dark halls of the Obsidian Palace, which looked like it had surprisingly little security, his wooden sandals clicked against the stone ground beneath him. The boy had no desire to mask his presence at the time, and was really just trying to get the meeting with this "ANBU" over with. Why is it that they had to try so hard to mask their identity? At least use a code name or something, then he'd be able to ask for the person who called him here.
The boy sighed, noise echoing through the halls as he did so, and approached a door that he assumed to be correct. Perhaps the biggest challenge so far was simply finding the place, along with the annoyance of the unnecessarily dark passage ways. Could it really hurt to get some lighting in here? Maybe he was just too used to his own dojo. Assuming he was expected, Yanjirou opened the door and walked inside, immediately scanning the area to see if anyone would show themselves. Or maybe the ANBU were relaxed enough to show their face in their own headquarters?
His attire consisted of his usual black and red striped coat and dark brown pants, Tetsuyaiba - currently in its resting state - in a contraption created by Yanjirou on his wrist. As he walked through the dark halls of the Obsidian Palace, which looked like it had surprisingly little security, his wooden sandals clicked against the stone ground beneath him. The boy had no desire to mask his presence at the time, and was really just trying to get the meeting with this "ANBU" over with. Why is it that they had to try so hard to mask their identity? At least use a code name or something, then he'd be able to ask for the person who called him here.
The boy sighed, noise echoing through the halls as he did so, and approached a door that he assumed to be correct. Perhaps the biggest challenge so far was simply finding the place, along with the annoyance of the unnecessarily dark passage ways. Could it really hurt to get some lighting in here? Maybe he was just too used to his own dojo. Assuming he was expected, Yanjirou opened the door and walked inside, immediately scanning the area to see if anyone would show themselves. Or maybe the ANBU were relaxed enough to show their face in their own headquarters?