It was a slow day. The intercom was mostly quite and there was not much noise coming from outside. The windows was smeared with rain drops -- the aftermath of a small shower. Shin's office smell like a burning forest mixed with the sweet smell of rosemary a rather strange combination. He was sitting causally examining a student's profile. Every year he would send out a team to seek for children who would be potential candidates to embark in the way of the shinobi. Of course, his approach was rather different only seeking those who were willing to give their lives to the ideas of righteous service to their county. He never forced anyone to become a shinobi contrary to how his predecessor may have pulled children away from their families to increase to military power of Kumogakure. Sometimes, children were born in shinobi families like himself and to be a child of shinobi was never an easy task especially for those gifted with natural chakra abilities. Shin was looking at a one student now who shared the same bloodine as his.
Shin removed his glasses as his deep gray eyes gazed at the young boy sitting in front of his desk. "Tell me more about yourself, Aiko-san." Shin said. His hand moved towad a silver kettle on the right side of the desk. The kettle was still warm as the steam still seeped out of the spout as he poured himself another cup of tea.
Shin removed his glasses as his deep gray eyes gazed at the young boy sitting in front of his desk. "Tell me more about yourself, Aiko-san." Shin said. His hand moved towad a silver kettle on the right side of the desk. The kettle was still warm as the steam still seeped out of the spout as he poured himself another cup of tea.