It can't be that important, can it?
Kosuke had only been back in Kumogakure for a few days now, long enough to return to his quarters and clean the dust and cobwebs from every surface. Some very small part of him had hoped that they would give him a new room in the trainee barracks, but... Unfortunately, it was not so. He had taken only about a day or so to clean and refresh every surface, the disciplined part of him requiring him to finish before he could do anything else. It was a time of quiet reflection, of thinking about what he wanted to do with this opportunity to prove himself worthy of becoming ANBU again. Most trainees who were found to be not sound of mind were decommissioned and barred from returning - he had been lucky that his family took him before it reached that point, and now he had to make everything worth it: the training, the leave of absence, the ability to return and try again. Second chances were rare, and he was not one to squander the one afforded to him.
That was why his response to being summoned by the Sennin was both excited and anxious. Excited because this felt like his chance to show the Sennin that they and their Captains were right about allowing him to return. Nervous, because... Well, why was he being summoned by the Sennin? He had assumed that his training would be overseen by other, lower-ranking Mempo, and they would be the ones that would send him on the missions he needed to promote.
Regardless, he was not one to ignore a summoning, no matter the individual ANBU Mempo - after all, they all ranked higher than he did. He had, so far, nothing under his belt. With a swiftness, he had donned his gear that was hanging in his barracks closet and pulled his blank face mask over the side of his head so that, in case it was required, he could shift it and mask his face at a moment's notice. He paused when his hand touched the door handle. He stood still as he waited for a mere few seconds, calming what frazzled nerves he still had. It took a few breaths, breaths that had quickly become a common practice for him during his behavioral re-training.
He pulled the door open and quickly made his way to the Sennin's office.
[WC: 405]
Kosuke had only been back in Kumogakure for a few days now, long enough to return to his quarters and clean the dust and cobwebs from every surface. Some very small part of him had hoped that they would give him a new room in the trainee barracks, but... Unfortunately, it was not so. He had taken only about a day or so to clean and refresh every surface, the disciplined part of him requiring him to finish before he could do anything else. It was a time of quiet reflection, of thinking about what he wanted to do with this opportunity to prove himself worthy of becoming ANBU again. Most trainees who were found to be not sound of mind were decommissioned and barred from returning - he had been lucky that his family took him before it reached that point, and now he had to make everything worth it: the training, the leave of absence, the ability to return and try again. Second chances were rare, and he was not one to squander the one afforded to him.
That was why his response to being summoned by the Sennin was both excited and anxious. Excited because this felt like his chance to show the Sennin that they and their Captains were right about allowing him to return. Nervous, because... Well, why was he being summoned by the Sennin? He had assumed that his training would be overseen by other, lower-ranking Mempo, and they would be the ones that would send him on the missions he needed to promote.
Regardless, he was not one to ignore a summoning, no matter the individual ANBU Mempo - after all, they all ranked higher than he did. He had, so far, nothing under his belt. With a swiftness, he had donned his gear that was hanging in his barracks closet and pulled his blank face mask over the side of his head so that, in case it was required, he could shift it and mask his face at a moment's notice. He paused when his hand touched the door handle. He stood still as he waited for a mere few seconds, calming what frazzled nerves he still had. It took a few breaths, breaths that had quickly become a common practice for him during his behavioral re-training.
He pulled the door open and quickly made his way to the Sennin's office.
[WC: 405]