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The first thing a person would notice about the office of the Ninth Tsutchikage is that it was cluttered. Despite having resided in the position for two years now, the office still seemed to be stuck in the middle of transition from the belongings of the Eigth and the occupation of the Ninth. The floors seemed a hazard to walk across as one avoided boxes of paper and loose file folders and tried to stay more on the path of green rugs that gave the hardwood a less impersonal feeling. Pictures on the wall showed more of Hozunda’s predecessors than himself, but then again Hozunda was not one to fondly look to the past. His reluctance to wear the robes or hat of his station showed he was not one for pageantry either. He was a soldier and liked to look like what he felt.
The spring in Iwagakure had come. The clouds in the sky and the warming weather meant a hot summer was on the way and the world was waking up from its frosty slumber. No longer would visions of snowbanks and ice be commonplace, for they would be replaced with flowers and the bright green and fertile fields of the Land of Snow. The world always seemed to turn and change, today the new Tsutchikage found that fact comforting as he looked out into the world from behind his desk. Despite how he wished to be beyond the panes of glass that separated him from the world, the eldest child of the Dundareel family had much work to do.
Hozunda shuffled the papers on his desk with agitation as his teeth chewed on the stem of the pipe between his lips. Each inhale brought the glow of red hot embers from the bowl and each exhale brought forth streams of white smoke from his nostrils that wafted down onto the papers. The spring had come and brought with it the opening of paths that had been long blocked with the snow and ice of winter. These openings meant a huge influx of trade and visitors to the Land of Stone and each brought its own set of headaches. The visitors meant an increased need for vigilance against spies and shinobi attempting to stealthily infiltrate the village, the increase in trade meant an increase in paperwork on Hozunda’s desk.
The Ninth Tsutchikage let out a long, smoke filled, sigh and set down his pen long enough to rub at his temples with both thumbs. He was a soldier, not a Bureaucrat. This position was only taken so that he could avoid some coward taking office and holding him back. This entire regime change was because of such a fool, no need to backtrack after such progress was made. No, he would suffer through this and find some way to continue tolerating it for the betterment of Iwa.
A knock at the door interrupted such sour thoughts and brought a smile to his face. Spring also meant the return of regularly scheduled missions rather than special requests made only every once in a while. He cleared his throat, the cough barking out a small plume of smoke, and moved the papers on his desk to be a little more organized before he settled in and spoke to the closed door with a smile.
”Please, Squad one. Come in.”
The spring in Iwagakure had come. The clouds in the sky and the warming weather meant a hot summer was on the way and the world was waking up from its frosty slumber. No longer would visions of snowbanks and ice be commonplace, for they would be replaced with flowers and the bright green and fertile fields of the Land of Snow. The world always seemed to turn and change, today the new Tsutchikage found that fact comforting as he looked out into the world from behind his desk. Despite how he wished to be beyond the panes of glass that separated him from the world, the eldest child of the Dundareel family had much work to do.
Hozunda shuffled the papers on his desk with agitation as his teeth chewed on the stem of the pipe between his lips. Each inhale brought the glow of red hot embers from the bowl and each exhale brought forth streams of white smoke from his nostrils that wafted down onto the papers. The spring had come and brought with it the opening of paths that had been long blocked with the snow and ice of winter. These openings meant a huge influx of trade and visitors to the Land of Stone and each brought its own set of headaches. The visitors meant an increased need for vigilance against spies and shinobi attempting to stealthily infiltrate the village, the increase in trade meant an increase in paperwork on Hozunda’s desk.
The Ninth Tsutchikage let out a long, smoke filled, sigh and set down his pen long enough to rub at his temples with both thumbs. He was a soldier, not a Bureaucrat. This position was only taken so that he could avoid some coward taking office and holding him back. This entire regime change was because of such a fool, no need to backtrack after such progress was made. No, he would suffer through this and find some way to continue tolerating it for the betterment of Iwa.
A knock at the door interrupted such sour thoughts and brought a smile to his face. Spring also meant the return of regularly scheduled missions rather than special requests made only every once in a while. He cleared his throat, the cough barking out a small plume of smoke, and moved the papers on his desk to be a little more organized before he settled in and spoke to the closed door with a smile.
”Please, Squad one. Come in.”
