It was a plain man.
He wore a plain kimono, with a plain face with the blandest smile Hiroshi ever saw.
Hiroshi blinked at him as he was sweeping the leafs form his entrance. Blue was chasing squirrels in the background.
"Hello."
"Hello."
The silence stretched awkwardly as the man kept the bland smile on his face. Dark spiky hair and dark eyes.
"The architecture is nice."
The voice was bland but there was a try of emotional inflection to it. Hiroshi blinked and looked back at his home.
IT was different architecture then from the rest of Konoha, but the same as the rest of little Uzu.
"Thank you, we based it on the housing of Uzushiogakure. It is a little modular on the inside, so they might feel a little alike."
The man seemed to relax. Perhaps it was a trick of the light. Hiroshi tilted his head.
"If your are really interested in architecture there is a series of models after historical places. It was part of a few historical cultural events. Some of them are stored."
The man leaned forward and Hiroshi leaned back.
"Where?"
"Following down the main road to the center of the spiral."
The man bowed formally.
"Thank you."
Turned and walked away. Hiroshi blinked as he heard the leaves rustling.
"Huh. Lot of squirrels this year."
"I did it!"
The deranged face of the head of cultural affairs leaned closer to his face.
Hiroshi leaned back.
"That is good… What did you do?"
The man laughed with bloodshot eyes and dark circles under.
"I got permission from every clan from Konoha for the founding play. Including fundign for production."
The following cackles would be a recurring nightmare for the next weeks. Hiroshi just knew it.
"That is great I am very proud of your work."
The man smiled and bowed.
"Thank you. Could you just sign here. It is the legal paper work in which we take responsibility for the play, be respectful etc..."
Hiroshi observed the page had signatures form all clan heads in Konoha including the Sarutobi. He signed a line at the bottom.
"Well I got to say you did amazing."
"Oh you are too kind Hiroshi-sama. It is your example of hard work that allows us to do the same."
An uneasy tingle went down his spine.
"You are welcome?"
"Oh why thank you. For example, you agreed to help right and direct the play."
Hirsohi blinked, blanching.
"I did?"
The smile was all teeth.
"Why yes, right here."
The man opened the contract with the specifications.
"Oh..."
The man smiled.
"I do hope you have coffee. Its is going to be a loong night my boy."
"Geez you look more deadbeat then usual."
Hiroshi rose his head with monumental effort form the so confort of his eyes looking up form the store counter. Anko had one eyebrow raised. And arms crossed beneath her bust accentuating her assets.
He just grunted and rested his head back.
A small hiss and a long thin and wet appendices ticking his ear made him jump back in fright.
Anko uproar laughter ringed out as a snake was tilting it head on the balcony staring unblinking at him.
Hiroshi cursed under his breath touching the back of his head feeling for a bump.
"Oh did you make a booboo?"
He just grunted again piking up the scroll from beneath the balcony holding it in his hand as he narrowed his eyes at Anko hand on the other half of the scroll.
"The washing box is for washing dishes. Not blood-soaked underwear. The guarantee don't cover it."
Anko blinked innocently.
"That is a really misleading name. Why i should raise complains."
"Har har. IT is tow handle ryo."
He then handed another scroll.
"And what was left of your unmentionables. From the filter."
"I claim damage of property."
"Today I don't care."
Hirshoshi looked up to the clock on the wall.
"Shit I am late."
He quicly registered the money on the cashier, printed the recipe and moved to the door.
"Get out or be locked in."
Anko smiled amused at him as he just rolled his huffing while closing and locking the door.
"Huh you weren't kidding."
He didn't glanced behind for he knew she had sneaked out already. Just a nod and walked briskly down the road.
"So what's the occasion. Finally getting laid?"
His voice barked.
"Ha! I wish. No you may not believe, but i do have a life outside that store."
Anko snorted.
"Oh I do believe that, I just don't think it is a life worth living."
"Great thing is not up to you what to make of my life. It is up to me and me alone to decide and judge if it is a life worth living."
Anko laughed.
"Oh virgin-kun is cranky today. I will see around when you are feeling better."
Hiroshi sighed, the woman was a test in patient. But after all the stupid demands of client of another life, she wasn't the worse he ever dealt with.
And being T&I he was quiet sure she could do way worse. He was just not quiet sure why she kept coming back.
He walked up to little Uzu, goodness they should make a transport from the to the rest of Konoha. Walking by every day was getting tiresome.
He arrived at the cultural center. And the head of cultural affairs was already there with a woman and a little crew.
"Ah Hiroshi-sama. Meet the directors crew for the play. Over there the director of infrastructure and the costume sector. The lighting people. The sound people. The..."
And so on till the direction crew open way to a room and the rest begun to flock in their sectors to begin working.
"People got the first draft of the play. We are now having the auditions."
The handed over a poster to Hiroshi`s hand. Sumirizing the paly and some of the roles. It was a amatheur play. So no one was getting paid. As most things they did in the cultural center.
It was volunteer work. They usually had to muster up the ryo for materials. Infrastructure was always a curious thing.
Hiroshi had not noticed but there were more people around that he expected. He blinked twice.
"Did we open up little Uzu for this?"
The Head of cultural affairs side glanced at him.
"You whited to do this in Konoha cultural center? No offense but that place is a where house with a leaking ceiling."
The man then turned at him.
"You disagree?"
Hiroshi blinked.
"Not at all I was just curious."
The casting was a curious affair specially whe you got the mix of shinobi, clans man and civilians. All trying to show up and be part.
Hiroshi noted down names and notes as did part of the crew.
Casting last for a few days and the selection lasted even longer.
Specially, as the long selection had more people than roles. That took a bit more of redrafting the play.
Part of it came from the fact that in a previous life Hiroshi sister had been the director responsible for similar events and casting and she refused to turn away the people who show up and were willing to be part.
There was no small amount of work and scheduling. There was sub director responsible for minor scenes for the many auxiliary character.
And though the play was around, Hashirama and Madara. It still gave plenty of space to grow. If one was willing to pull the effort.