[Moro may enter too if he wishes! At the time of this post, Kushin is actually out doing his mission from before]
Getting through the gates had been a singularly harrowing experience, filling Ai with a sense of trepidation as well as disbelief. While Hoshigakure was by no means free of intrigue or factionalism, Kumogakure seemed to have it in droves, even under the direction of someone as apparently omnipotent as Hayata Shin. There was definitely some tension between the Main Branch of the village and the medical branch’s leadership, which he mentally filed away for future exploration. Perhaps it was a natural consequence of having enough shinobi in one location to divide the village’s expertise into branches in the first place – Hoshigakure had no branches, only a central contingent. She would have to observe how Shin commanded such a massive war machine, and hopefully learn from him if her own village was ever to expand.
With the Ambassador’s help, Ai had managed to find temporary quarters to stow her travel gear and change into her official uniform of state (complete with headdress), which was by far more comfortable and showed less skin. After all, she did not want to inflame any weird passions that the Raikage might harbor for foreign women. Now, she stood in front of the man’s office, smoothing out any small wrinkles that might have been present, and concentrating on how she was to broach the subject of cooperation between two villages that started out as antagonists. She leaned over, hoping to glean one more bit of information from the Ambassador, who was to act as her translator in case her fluency in Kaminarijin was not as much as she hoped.
“Forgive me a quick question, Tanaka-dono, but what sort of man is Hayata Shin? I hear that he is possessed of uncontrollable carnal appetites,” she said, concernedly. She hoped that Hikari would be able to answer before the door swung open and their presence was announced. The man called “Donuts” had already gone on ahead to brief the Raikage before her appearance, and waited within. As a consequence, she was fully prepared to walk into a dark, candle-lit room festooned with bondage paraphernalia and the smell of silicone.
Getting through the gates had been a singularly harrowing experience, filling Ai with a sense of trepidation as well as disbelief. While Hoshigakure was by no means free of intrigue or factionalism, Kumogakure seemed to have it in droves, even under the direction of someone as apparently omnipotent as Hayata Shin. There was definitely some tension between the Main Branch of the village and the medical branch’s leadership, which he mentally filed away for future exploration. Perhaps it was a natural consequence of having enough shinobi in one location to divide the village’s expertise into branches in the first place – Hoshigakure had no branches, only a central contingent. She would have to observe how Shin commanded such a massive war machine, and hopefully learn from him if her own village was ever to expand.
With the Ambassador’s help, Ai had managed to find temporary quarters to stow her travel gear and change into her official uniform of state (complete with headdress), which was by far more comfortable and showed less skin. After all, she did not want to inflame any weird passions that the Raikage might harbor for foreign women. Now, she stood in front of the man’s office, smoothing out any small wrinkles that might have been present, and concentrating on how she was to broach the subject of cooperation between two villages that started out as antagonists. She leaned over, hoping to glean one more bit of information from the Ambassador, who was to act as her translator in case her fluency in Kaminarijin was not as much as she hoped.