It'd been less than a week since his return from the Land of Wind and Gene still felt uneasy. There were far too many questions left to be answered in regards to the proposal but the time to address such concerns Gene recognized, was over. For now, all that he could do was wait and see what directive would fall across his desk. Well...that wasn't entirely true.
He should be here any minute now, Gene thought to himself. Gene removed the scroll containing Oath breaker from his back with a low grunt and after placing it on the hard earthen terrain beneath him, sat on it. He then propped one arm up on a leg, resting his elbow atop his thigh and leaned his head up against his hand. Throughout the years Gene had become a very patient man and often delighted in the fruits that such virtue could bring but often times this meant that he was too, a very - very bored man. When he'd first arrived to the training grounds at precisely Nine in the morning, he'd taken the liberty to touch up on his Fuinjutsu writing skills and in doing so left ample works of "art" scattered throughout the forested area. These "Art" inscriptions as he so called them, were equivalent to paper bombs in their function but did not take on the appearance of an explosive tag.
Each inscription was no larger than an Adult hand and were seldom found in areas frequented by the common traveler. However, any number of beaten paths off the main walk way East, North East and East-North-East were heavily littered with Fuinjutsu. Gene had given Masaru instructions on where to meet him and how to get there and naturally, Masaru was free to find his own unique route to the rendezvous point
