At the heart of a modern skyscraper, where the glass reflected the skyline of a vibrant city, the Kiri Industries office exuded elegance and power. There, on the top floor, Zabuza Momochi waited with the patience of a predator

The meeting room was large and cold, an expanse of steel and glass, with an aura that would intimidate anyone. Sunlight filtered timidly through the Venetian blinds, Zabuza, CEO of one of the country's most prominent companies, sat at the head of the table, his figure upright, almost imposing. He wore an impeccable dark grey suit that seemed cut with the precision of a katana

"Do we always get here before the newbies?" Kisame asked from the other end of the table, his tone soft but with a hint of mockery. Unlike Zabuza, Who dominated the space with his mere presence, Kisame seemed to fit easily into any environment. His clothes were sober, yet elegant: a beige blazer perfectly matched with a white shirt

Zabuza exhaled listlessly, resting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together. His eyes, still as sharp as blades, were fixed on the door of the room, as if they could pass through it and catch a glimpse of the poor unfortunate who had not yet arrived

"Punctuality speaks of character," Zabuza replied in a deep voice, his tone firm and determined. There was no need to raise his voice; when he spoke, the rest listened

"If he don't know how to arrive on time, you don't have what it takes to be here, Let the next one go, I hope it's worth it"