I looked down at the file in front of me. A big red stamp that read "CLASSIFIED" was printed clearly across the front. I was in the middle of meditating when it was flopped down on my mat. I of course gave the messenger a glare that could level a twelve story building, I never did believe in the 'Don't shoot the messenger' thing. Smirking at the thought of throwing a few stars his way was slowly shrugged off as I proceeded to open the atrotious yellow folder. I scanned it over quickly and ruefully tossed it aside in disgust. How many of those damn things were they going to send me? I couldn't count how many times a General Albernanty had recruited me on two hands. I shook my head, clicking my tongue to better asert my distaste.
I was perfectly fine within the ranks of the dojo. The Arashikage Clan grounds were long abandoned and I recieved them for a cheap price. After months of redecorating the old dojo, I had opened it. Free of charge of course. But it wasn't that easy to get in. App