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The gears continued to turn in Sen's mind as the subject of the Yonbi made it way to the surface of their conversation. The lava-spitting-four-tailed-ape-beast in and of itself was an interesting way to go about passing the time but it being brought up cued a new line of questioning in the mind of the Iwa-nin. Before him was a man vying for power in their village. Slade was, or at least was attempting to climb the ladder of power and pass the trials that being a Tsuchikage candidate would bring.

Slade was not yet the Yondaime and his face and name had not yet been etched into the history books of the village. For all her shortcomings and mistakes Anemone had done well enough as a leader to stitch in a place for herself in Iwagakure's vivid tapestry. For all his intentions and smiles if Slade died before being officially heralded as the Yondaime and properly seated at the head of the village he name would be lost in history until the end of time. The black-haired woman had done the bare minimum as a Kage and earned her place in history.

The young man that stood with them now had his work cut out for him if he hoped to surpass her. Deep in the darkest and more selfish parts of his mind the genin plotted on how he might be able to get something out of Slade to his own benefit. Putting those ideas and plans into action however required a certain tastelessness that he did not possess. An opportunity was there with this man seeking to become Yondaime but despite not being a die-hard Iwa loyalist Sen knew he would rather steal from the Kage vault and Iwagakure before he dared think to manipulate and twist the Tsuchikage for his own purposes. After all of this, it was important Slade rise to the occasion and fill the void left by the death of the Sandaime.

Manipulation wasn't his thing, in fact it made him a little physically ill. He found solace in the fact that he could simply be direct and ask for permission for what he wanted before he would ever have to do something underhanded for it. Slade was new and in need of ninja underneath him that showed initiative and Sen could count on one hand the other genin of Iwa who met and/or surpassed him on those merits.

With a stretch and a conclusion of the guard duties and the young man's face became adorned with an expression of what could only be described as 'stoic-uncertainity'. With all the talk of alliances and kage succession and bijuu it was hard to not get a little exhausted from the whole thing. In the end it was a maddening hunger that drove him away from the other two. He hadn't had anything substantial to eat since yesterday and with all that had went down since then he was running on fumes. Fart joke.

"If the Tsuchikage allows it...

In seven days I will make the voyage to Kumogakure no Sato and speak on behalf of the Tsuchikage in regards to an alliance between our nations. Seven days is not so long an amount of time that these new wounds we have been given today will have closed already. This day will still be fresh in our minds once I arrive in the Village Hidden in the Clouds. If you so desire you and other ANBU may meet me near the Sandora Saggar and escort me back to the village, otherwise I will find it myself." His eyes never left Fusion's as he spoke. It meant the world to him to let someone know that what he said, he meant.

Of course if Slade said no he would be unable to move forward legally. He spoke in a manner that didn't demand Slade give him permission to act as an emissary. He spoke in a manner that suggested he was merely volunteering. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'm hungry as shit. Tsuchikage Elect Slade, I'll be paying you a visit in the coming days to discuss this meeting with Kumogakure. Uchiha Fusion, I ask that you forgive my personal unwillingness to agree with the Tsuchikage visiting Kumo so soon. Our villages will unite if we make it happen." He extended his hand shaking the Uchiha's with a tight grip, an earnest voice and a solemn face. "I just need seven days on my end."

"I wish you safe passage during your travels home hopefully, I will be seeing you soon." With a side glace and nod to Slade he was gone.

// EXIT

With a yawn the genin emerged on the scene making no grand or splashy entrance. He was just one of the soldiers, far happier to blend in than to be noticed or called attention to. As long he continued on the path he heading though, his days of blending would be numbered.

Crossing his arms over his chest he took up a position amongst the crowd curious as to what Slade had planned for such an occasion. It was true a social gathering could be useful in building of a new and more unified Iwagakure but there were other ways to get to know someone aside from a massive meeting. Spotting the aspiring Yondaime over the distance a thought rang out in his head. Slade.... what is this all about?

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Rucksack ^{(2 rucksacks)}

It meant the world to the genin to be able to not just craft, but to become as totally self sufficient as possible. Everything he made with his own hands once, could be made with his own hands again. He was finding niches and nuances in the crafting system he could make good use of. Right now, the number of this he could make was limited and of those things the ones he could personally make use of and thus, didn't need to sell was even more limited.

Seeing as how some other guy would come to depend on this rucksack with his life the genin held back nothing in his efforts to drown it in a treatment glaze that would offer basic defenses to the common elements of nature such as water, snow, higher-than-average heat, strong winds, and even light amounts of fire. Plus it gave the material a bit of a natural gloss. The metal openings and accommodating clasps and locks were also added and there was nothing left to do but let it sit in the sun so the polishes and glazes could be absorbed into their respective places.

From where he sat he was easily able to recline, put up his feet and watch his work come to fruition. There were moments when his skills in crafting felt like they would place the world at his very fingertips and this was one of those moments.

Making good use of his time he would clean up the scraps of cloth and pack away his tools. His empty Crafter's Cradle set off a mental alarm that he was out of stock on materials and would need to 're-up' as it were. The empty inventory space was something he already had steps mapped out in which to fix.

He folded his apron and put the finished rucksacks in bags to keep them fresh. The less things that touched on them before they made it to the shelf of an item shop the better for Sen and the higher for pay for them.

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Rucksack ^{(2 rucksacks)}

// EXIT

It was amazing how fast he noticed flaws in the designs he had and opted to augment them to better serve the final function of space for a ninja on the move. The design as it was was a small oversight but the sack would work much better if the whole 'sack' part of it were simply one piece properly stitched into itself. He began to make those modifications in his design and eventually followed them in real time using the sack he was working on. He was sure his approach would lead to a finished product that was just as good, if not better than the counterparts already taking up shelf space in stores.

The closer he got to the being done with the two sacks the more his mind drifted into the future where he had already mapped out his next moves. The three things he needed to do after being paid for his rucksacks was simple.