Enzeru looks at himself in the full length mirror, frowning at the image he saw before him. He still looked too military, too straight-backed. He was hoping to give an air of….something else. Still, there was only so much that could be done with two decades of forced training in this method of existing. His outfit wasn’t helping either. At 5’7”, Enzeru was not particularly tall. And while he had bulked up to 190lbs, he still looked a bit on the small side. But his uniform helped make up for it. Dark blue with white trims, it was a thing of foldings and buckles that simply reeked of military. It also fit well enough to allow a full range of movement.
Those who would look at him would see that first, the uniform against his pale skin. But then they might be drawn to his hair and eyes. Both were black as the void, and much like the void each had flecks of color that seemed to…move and shift. Mostly blue. Looking into his eyes was much like looking into a starry sky. A reminder of his apparent heritage. Then there were the gloves. He refused to take the gauntlets off when he was out and about, and their unique properties of shifting allowed him to hide them well. In this case, white gloves. With the golden braid on his right shoulder, the fact that this uniform was for someone who held a high rank was quite apparent. An ANBU Captain of Mist was a prestigious rank to have.
Enzeru turns from the mirror and grabs his hat, matching the rest of the uniform. Donning it, the Hunter heads to his new office. Or rather, a conference room.
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The letter had gone out to everyone MiT or above. It was short, it was simple, and it made its point.
To all Mednin in Training or higher:
There is a meeting in the conference room off the psych ward. Your presence, while not required, is highly recommended. There will be a discussion of a new team within the Mednin branch. As well as a meet and greet for those who do not know one another.
~Enzeru
It might be considered a bit much, but he joined this branch with the blessing of his friend for a purpose, and he would assume he had the authority to fulfill that purpose. Sousuke was more than a mere friend, in truth. They fought together, they bled together, and they very nearly died together. A shield brother at the least. To Enzeru, having one you can trust is more than even family. And he would not fail his new family.
He stood beside the microphone of the conference room, but had little doubt it would be unnecessary. The man still stood with his military bearing. That would likely not be going anywhere. He did, however, try to do a show of openness by supplying snacks. Cupcakes, doughnuts, a few sushi plates. And none of it was poisoned, even. For now, he would wait.