ANBU.
Maki had never desired the position of ANBU. If anything, he’d gone the complete opposite direction in his life. Before the civil war, he’d been studying to be a Mednin. After, he’d gained more experience in that field of study and felt he was more than just competent with it. He doubted he was qualified to run a medical practice on his own, but he was definitely capable of field care. But now that was in the past. He was back home. And he was an ANBU.
He heard before that ANBU typically had bland robes and a mask. He didn’t much sit well with the idea of looking like a copy of a copy of a cliché. Instead his robes were midnight blue, with intricate silver trimming that curled back on the fabric in places to give it a mystical look. Something about this just seemed….right. The mask was molded in the form of a face, with lips and nose and holes for the eyes. Around the eye slits was red paint that formed more design. The entire thing made him stand out, but it also had the benefit of being able to cover itself with the main fabric and vanish into the shadows like some anime character if he wanted to. He thought it was a good look.
Naturally, he hadn’t worn this entering the hut. Instead he’d worn a far more natural outfit of leather and cloth that made him appear a foreign trader. And a quick slip into the main headquarters, it would be revealed that the entire outfit he had one could be flipped inside out to reveal this one. So while he certainly wasn’t here to show off, he did want to get to meet his fellow ANBU and get into the habit of wearing this thing.
Maki had never desired the position of ANBU. If anything, he’d gone the complete opposite direction in his life. Before the civil war, he’d been studying to be a Mednin. After, he’d gained more experience in that field of study and felt he was more than just competent with it. He doubted he was qualified to run a medical practice on his own, but he was definitely capable of field care. But now that was in the past. He was back home. And he was an ANBU.
He heard before that ANBU typically had bland robes and a mask. He didn’t much sit well with the idea of looking like a copy of a copy of a cliché. Instead his robes were midnight blue, with intricate silver trimming that curled back on the fabric in places to give it a mystical look. Something about this just seemed….right. The mask was molded in the form of a face, with lips and nose and holes for the eyes. Around the eye slits was red paint that formed more design. The entire thing made him stand out, but it also had the benefit of being able to cover itself with the main fabric and vanish into the shadows like some anime character if he wanted to. He thought it was a good look.
Naturally, he hadn’t worn this entering the hut. Instead he’d worn a far more natural outfit of leather and cloth that made him appear a foreign trader. And a quick slip into the main headquarters, it would be revealed that the entire outfit he had one could be flipped inside out to reveal this one. So while he certainly wasn’t here to show off, he did want to get to meet his fellow ANBU and get into the habit of wearing this thing.