The message had been sent out nearly the very moment that Yuna got the upgrades needed to view the electronic message. Rei had made sure her team was tracking the ANBU Sennin's every single step at the moment, and as soon as she got that phone, it would light up with a message. It seemed simple, straight forward, and spoke of nothing more than what it said:
-Meet me in the open training grounds of the Academy - Head Master Ryuu Rei
…but there were subtle remarks buried in the sentence. Ones that would no doubt not be missed by the new village leader. The demand for an audience in the training grounds that was Rei’s territory instead of a neutral setting. The Head Master title instead of her, higher, Sennin title as if to make mockery of Yuna’s sudden ascension to the role. Which was exactly what Rei had intended to invoke.
The last ANBU Sennin burned Kumogakure in ways that would be felt for the next decade. What little trust that they had managed to work up with the country was starting to look shaky again with Miro’s actions. Forced labor in a mine, of all things. With her background, Rei imagined that girl would be a bit more against forced labor. The hidden village's well intended rehabilitation were twisted by the raven hair bitch, and pockets of resistance were starting up again. It boiled something inside of the Ryuu that hadn’t been touched upon since her transformation - anger. Fury at herself for Sumika’s disappearance. Disappointment in Miro’s actions. They all invoked a certain need to stage herself as a leader now that the pressure of being Kitsune’s “chosen” weighed her mantle.
An alpha, if you will.
Rei waited in the training grounds wearing a simple pair of work clothes - her usual office attire in fact. White button-down with rolled up sleeves, pair of black slacks, dress shoes and round mirror shades. She was sitting on an invisible block of air she had changed the molecules of to gain enough resistance so she could sit on it. In her left was a tiny black notebook full of private information her spies had been collecting for her while she was away; there was a lot to catch up on. In the right hand was a skinny cigarette, lit and burning away that Rei would take a drag from periodically between every six pages or so.
Her eyes were glued to the pages behind her reflective spectacles, but she could “feel” every inch of the of the courtyard. A simple prep to make sure someone who was supposed to be very stealthy didn’t take her letter as intended and get the drop of the haughty lycan-like.
-Meet me in the open training grounds of the Academy - Head Master Ryuu Rei
…but there were subtle remarks buried in the sentence. Ones that would no doubt not be missed by the new village leader. The demand for an audience in the training grounds that was Rei’s territory instead of a neutral setting. The Head Master title instead of her, higher, Sennin title as if to make mockery of Yuna’s sudden ascension to the role. Which was exactly what Rei had intended to invoke.
The last ANBU Sennin burned Kumogakure in ways that would be felt for the next decade. What little trust that they had managed to work up with the country was starting to look shaky again with Miro’s actions. Forced labor in a mine, of all things. With her background, Rei imagined that girl would be a bit more against forced labor. The hidden village's well intended rehabilitation were twisted by the raven hair bitch, and pockets of resistance were starting up again. It boiled something inside of the Ryuu that hadn’t been touched upon since her transformation - anger. Fury at herself for Sumika’s disappearance. Disappointment in Miro’s actions. They all invoked a certain need to stage herself as a leader now that the pressure of being Kitsune’s “chosen” weighed her mantle.
An alpha, if you will.
Rei waited in the training grounds wearing a simple pair of work clothes - her usual office attire in fact. White button-down with rolled up sleeves, pair of black slacks, dress shoes and round mirror shades. She was sitting on an invisible block of air she had changed the molecules of to gain enough resistance so she could sit on it. In her left was a tiny black notebook full of private information her spies had been collecting for her while she was away; there was a lot to catch up on. In the right hand was a skinny cigarette, lit and burning away that Rei would take a drag from periodically between every six pages or so.
Her eyes were glued to the pages behind her reflective spectacles, but she could “feel” every inch of the of the courtyard. A simple prep to make sure someone who was supposed to be very stealthy didn’t take her letter as intended and get the drop of the haughty lycan-like.