| [Mar. 2nd, 2008|01:44 pm] |
"You have already received it," Arakaki answered. He drained the last of his tea and put the cup down with a click, picking up a mission assignment scroll and handing it to Sumire. "If you have questions, you know the appropriate channels in which to raise them." He put her folder aside, picked up another one. Returned his reading glasses to his face.
It was a dismissal. Clear, unambiguous. One that knew there would be no argument.
He waited until the rustle of cloth told him she'd stood, was offering him a deep, respectful, stiff-backed bow.
"Sumire."
She looked up.
"Go and come back, Konoha shinobi, ANBU agent of your Hokage." It was the same formal send off which all missions were launched with. Arakaki stood himself, and returned the bow. |
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