Education: Naruto RP (private)

The dull roar of waterfalls, underscored by rhythmic clacking of wooden water mills, echoed through the wooden rooms of the Takigakure head’s residence. Shibuki sipped at the hot tea before him as he knelt on the simple grass mats scattered throughout the primary meeting hall where he conducted the village’s business. The metallic squeaking of a media cart burdened with a heavy weight interrupted the ever present sounds of the village. Kegon, one of the small handful of jonin tasked with protecting the modest village, tapped politely at the archway into the meeting hall, entering only after a brief nod from Shibuki. Lady Tsunade’s office blinked into focus as Kegon adjusted the video communication equipment for the imminent meeting of heads of state.

“Shibuki. You’re looking well-“

Why on earth could he hear a piglet in the room with Tsunade? No matter.

“- and I trust that you’ve received my dossier on the shinobi headed your way?”

“A pleasure as always, Tsunade-sama. Of course. The jonin on the recovery team have been briefed on your shinobi’s appearance, common disguises, and infiltration habits. I fully intend to honor my late father’s alliance with the Hidden Leaf to put the Takigakure’s unique healing practices to good use.”

Shibuki flipped through a nearby file connected with the mission, coming to rest upon a photograph of a shinobi he had encountered before. Most of the man’s face was obscured by a cloth covering and a sloping headband, but Shibuki couldn’t forget the gait, mannerisms, and shock of grey hair of the first person of interest in the joint mission. He’d been close enough to smell him, once, when Shibuki tried and failed to read a book over his shoulder. According to the file, the ninja overburdened himself to the point of burnout, potentially endangering himself, missions, and his teammates.
Just off to the side of the camera, Yoro, Kegon’s partner, laid out items the recovery team would need in order to bring in their target onto a summoning scroll as Shibuki and Tsunade discussed the first such mission Shibuki would oversee as village head. A transport jacket, sedatives, and soft ankle straps vanished into the space time pocket created by the summoning jutsu, ready for when they would be needed. Shibuki reminded himself of the goal of the mission: to help struggling shinobi re-center themselves to get back to their villages. The thought shamed the part of him that was secretly jubilant at the thought of supervising this particular shinobi’s care personally.

“He should be arriving in the village today, Shibuki. He left the village just over two days ago. Try to be careful with him- Konoha needs him back.”

Shibuki caught the hint of worry in her tone, which would have been apparent without the listening skills and empathy at the heart of the Takigakure’s healing methodology. He closed the dossier, head swimming with as much minutia of the shinobi’s life as he could take in to better care for their incoming guest: likes, dislikes, food preferences, sleeping habits.

“I understand your concern, Lady Hokage. Hatake Kakashi has done this village a great service in the past, and we intend to return the favor.”