Manzo walked the halls of the office building. No matter what anyone else called it, it really was an office building. Assistants ran through the halls doing everything they can in order to keep the village running smoothly. It may look like a mansion but this building seemed to be much more function than form.
Finally, Manzo arrived at the door. He had not moved slowly getting here but that did not mean he was looking forward to being summoned to the Captains office. Practically when that Captain had left him a puddle of unconscious mess on the training field grounds. He did not hold it against him for doing that but it still did not make him skip down the hallways to find what joyous news he was being summoned for.
Raising his left arm, the arm he forced himself to use whenever he could. He might have the burns covered with his weighted sleeves but it was a hideous network of burn scars. Manzo had no more reasons to put this off and he knocked on the ANBU Captains door.
Finally, Manzo arrived at the door. He had not moved slowly getting here but that did not mean he was looking forward to being summoned to the Captains office. Practically when that Captain had left him a puddle of unconscious mess on the training field grounds. He did not hold it against him for doing that but it still did not make him skip down the hallways to find what joyous news he was being summoned for.
Raising his left arm, the arm he forced himself to use whenever he could. He might have the burns covered with his weighted sleeves but it was a hideous network of burn scars. Manzo had no more reasons to put this off and he knocked on the ANBU Captains door.