Tama had enough time on his hands now that he would be able to call to arms and present the newest information regarding the direction of the branch. Giving it an open door policy to him as long as he had time to give. Though, he was a very detail oriented person. He sent invitations to the main ANBU and Guardians he had moved their shifts to coordinate with this alotted time slot he wanted for such a meeting. So things would be short and sweet. . . hopefully. This was his first thing he would do as the Sennin. The first, anything. . . he'd gotten the job alittle less than a week ago and this would solidify his position. He was now a clean Twenty-Two years old, his dyed white hair spiked in its normal fashion, and no mask on today, though his spiral mask on his shoulder, along with his black gi outfit. It was a chilling morning as they would be high in the altitude of Stone. Above the village floating amongst the masses, in a giant ball in the sky. 'How can anyone be inconspicuous here. . .' , Tamashii would think as he looked out the window of the room he designated for them to meet. How could he give them a fire that would ignite them to be more expansive in the village? How could he rally them. They were the elite, in their own right. But 'elite' did not mean perfection. They would never be perfect. It was something he could not expect from himself let alone anyone else. . . however, he could demand excellence. To be and give your best effort to every notion moving forward. . . Hmph. . . It was worth the shot right?He'd stand with his back to the wall before heaving deeply. This room was quite big. He expected the best turnout, if all the current ANBU and Guardians that were free during this time would show, he'd be grateful. Humble. He wanted to lead this group to allow Stone to form comms and intel in other coutries without starting wars. . . and if a War did come they'd be ready. With a steady hand and a wonder amongst all others Tamashii was indeed light in thought, and fresh from his surgery with the scar still present on his face and the eye concealed with a clenched eye. He would find it truly astounding that. . . this would be a wonderful notion of the future. . .
He'd nod to himself finally stating low under his breath, "Here's to the future. . ."
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Uxi had been in the ANBU for a long time. Several years. He'd never aspired to be anything more than just that either. Promotion required responsibility and possibly, even more governing than the lower positions. Answering to your superiors in his position usually meant a slap on the wrist. Answering to your superiors as a captain or sennin meant you were personally responsible for any fuck-ups that happened by you or anyone under you. Still, there was some pride in the job. The ANBU were the secret ops. It was their job to do the dirty things the rest of the village was to remain ignorant of. He'd killed more than a few people in his time in the name of his village and his leaders and it didn't bother him. It was part of what he became when he put on the mask.
A meeting? It didn't seem like that was too far out of the question, but did it matter to her anymore anyways? She was the replacement for a fallen Kage for the time being and the Daimyo, so did they want to see her face in a meeting? Probably not. But that was all her time had been filled with here as of late. Hell, did she not have another meeting set up somewhere in the Spire? Heh, with a fake leader none the less. It didn't concern her time, but why deny a man his delusioned comforts? Leaning against one gloved hand, she would peer silently out over the village. Why was she wasting her time here again? She could be out struggling to find her son in Arcadia.... But perhaps this was her momentary break. The search had been relentless and it bore no fruits to show for her vigorus labor. Sleepless nights though attempted, and eating the bare minimum that she needed. Yeah, that was her life right now. Reaching up, another hand would trail along her hair line to make sure that she was still presentable. Time was no longer relevant to her. Oh no, she couldn't bother keeping a track very well. It seemed that she would go into the ground when the sun was still sleeping... and come up when it went to bed. Now, if only she had some kind of chakra tracking, but the man was good at hiding his damned chakra. He always was. In her silence, she would listen to various people arrive to the room, but she did not bother twisting her body around to see who had shown up to this little meeting. She figured that the numbers were spread thin, but were they really spread this thin? Who knew.
.c. holidays have been crazy for me, sorry for lateness]