You tossed the wooden katana onto the ground in frustration. It was repetitive, everything felt the same. You counted each item that lay in the house, unused plates and utensils, tiles, planks. There wasn't anything to do and no missions were coming in.. you considered going to the master yourself and offering help with something. {} Your footsteps were heard through the halls as you walked to his office. What better to do than to bother the man who cared after you.. the strict and short tempered hashira whom knew you more than yourself. If he got mad, so be it, at least there would be drama. Iguro was sitting at his study, writing papers with words you couldn't pronounce nor understand until his head perked up.

; "Leave. I don't have time for you right now."