Potential.

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It was a morning start for Noeru. He had just gotten back from leave and was already being hassled to fill the role that had be assigned to him just over a year ago now. Being a Chuunin seemed pretty cool to him, it gave him a bit more status and the new Genin in the village had started to look up to him. Which he found equally enjoyable as annoying. Annoying because now that he was made a Chuunin the responsibilities he had assigned to him were more that he liked. It left him very little time for his own personal endeavours. Like on this cloud-free day, instead of honin his skills further, as he found in the forest that he still had a long way to go to be a match for his old man, he was delivering paperwork to different offices around the village. A thought did cross his mind that he would do so while running as quickly as he could, but with being Chuunin, the level of professionalism expected from him was at tenfold to what was expected previously. And so, he marched on through the streets of the village with a back pack, containing all the documents, slung over his shoulders and resting next to his ninjato which was tied across his body with a string made of wooden fibres - fitting for a Senju blade.

His first assignment of the day was to deliver paper work from the Hokages office to the security booth at the main gate. He was not told what it was he was delivering, and he noticed when the lady was passing the folder over to him that the folder was sealed with some sort of sealing technique he could not decipher. He was beginning to know the frustration that soaked the people delivering mail, this was practically what he was doing. But instead civilian mail, this must have been some sort of classified documents which was eyes only for specific people. Regardless what it was, he was not going to allow it to be stolen. And so, he marched on, in a fairly casual but simultaneously professional manner.

When he arrived at the gate he handed over the documents, and as he was about to leave one of the shinobi sat down asked him to wait as he produced an exact same folder with a very similar looking seal binding it shut and handed it over to him. The instruction were simple, deliver it back to the Hokages Office, and they would know what to do with it. This was all knew to Noeru, and he had very little idea about how much happened in the background without him realising prior to receiving this assignment. As a Genin he would never have thought that such secrecy is required, even within the village walls, to keep the village safe, and running smoothly. He tucked the documents into the exact same spot in his backpack, nodded to the higher ranking shinobi in the booth to show he understood what was being asked, and began the long walk back to the Hokage mansion.

[TheLacarix]

Nobu the assistant and brother of Aizawa Yoru, was dressed in the traditional ANBU garb. He had a grey flak jacket on, dark grey trousers and matching sandals. This was finished with a white mask that was fitted perfectly to his face. Perched gently upon the rooftop of the Senju’s home within the compound, peering through the small holes within the mask he looked out at the landscape in front of him, taking in his surroundings and making sure no one could see him.


Pushing off the rooftop, the sound of tiles loosening ever so slightly as he soared upwards flipping through the air and landing on landing on the window ledge peering through the window. It was clear it was his target room, just by the décor and the size of the bed.

Nobu withdrew a senbon and ran it across the bottom of the window, pressing it in place until he heard a soft click, releasing it from the latch. Pulling it open, Nobu lifted up his body through the window and landing on the ground softly.

Pushing his hand into his pouch, he pulled out an envelope on the front of it was the ANBU symbol painted on in ink and if it were to be opened, it would simply have a set of coordinates written on a piece of paper. The envelope was placed on the pillow of the bed.


If he was honest, he could of just slipped the envelope under the door but The Commander liked the mystic of the ANBU and wanted to keep that very much alive. Moving back through the window, leaving the letter for the young Senju to find.

[hobnob]

The day flew by quickly. Going backwards and forwards was more time consuming than one would have thought. And so it was not long until Noeru was on his way home. His legs were beginning to ache from all the walking around, it would have beenmuch easier and quicker if he just run while doing his deliveries. But it was frowned upon, so walking it was.

Noeru placed his key in the keyhole and unlocked the front door. He could feel a breeze immediately as he walked through the door. IHe found it odd, ad he always made sure to shut the windows before leaving the house. And it was unlikely that his family had returned before he has. He left the door open, and moved through the house to check all the windows. It looked like the downstairs was clear, no body in sight and no windos were open. And so he moved upstairs first he gently pushed the door open to his parents bedroom, clear. He then moved to his own bedroom. Immediately he felt the breeze on his toes as it gushed through the gap between the floor and the door. Gentely he turned the door knob and pushed it open, listening for any noise as he stood the the side of the door. IT seemed like it was empty. He moved in and saw that the window was open, with slight confusion on his face he scanned the rest of the room, only to find an envelope carefully laid on his pillow. He moved towards it, examined it, taking a note of the symbol on its front. He took out a kunai and gently cut it open, retrieved the contents and gave it a quick once over. Co-ordinates were written clearly on the small sheet of paper. Curiosity took over, he moved towards his desk and quickly retrieved map of the village and surrounding areas. Finding the specified location on the map, he memorised it, shut the window, and made his way back outside, shutting and locking the door behind him. It looked like his legs were going to get a little more exercise.