"This is a solar train."
Hiroshi said explaining a rough schematic on the table almost toppling over the expensive sealing kit on the corner.
The headmistress of the calligraphy academy catches the tumbling box with grace. As she glanced upon it.
"I see. There is a lot of unsolved equations here."
"And there is plenty more solved."
He sighted slumping on the chair.
"I am sorry. I am just a little hair brained now. I would like the academy to conclude the array schematic and coordinate the work with the forging guild and the wood works guild."
She hummed looking over the next few pages glancing the stations for the trains.
"And the building guilds I suppose."
He blinked at her owlish groaning and putting his face on his hands.
"Yeah I suppose."
She glanced at him and begun to roll up the notes.
"Go rest. Take the day off tomorrow, this is a big project. I will bring it up the Council as soon as possible."
He took a deep breath and walked out.
Hammocks are heaven. The weather was amazing, a chill Ukelele played in the background as he just swung one side to the other.
Comfortable flip flops, that never seemed to be any less amusing to however saw it. Weird considering sandals were considered military equipment.
Loose shirt and shorts. A beautiful blue sky with a shining sun. At the shadow of the back veranda.
He didn't cook, that day. He did tide up the place a little. A messy house was not relaxing.
He had taken out, Blue style. And the remains of a big bowl of ramen resting on a nearby folding table.
The gentle breeze. This was heaven.
The hardest part was keeping the mind away from troubles and just focus on the today. Let tomorrow be tomorrow.
But for today, it was heaven.
"Oh this is nice."
The one armed man came in with a bag on his hand. The sound of clinking glass bottles.
"Yes it is."
"Mind if I crash the party?"
"Brought booze?"
He snorts shaking the bag a little. Hiroshi smiled.
"There a beach chair by the wall."
The man smiled putting the bag on the table.
"Oh that's the stuff."
A few drinks a small bite out of barbecue ribs the two were laughing of silly things from the past.
"And then I looked around as the sword flew from my hand, trying to find where it went. And the dam thing fall straight into my skull."
The man laughed almost spiting his beer.
"You should keep to bending."
Hiroshi snorted.
"Less chance of self immolation?"
The man grinned.
"Less chance of looking silly."
Hiroshi snorted leaning back in the hammock seeing the sky now with hues of orange.
The one armed man looked up whistling.
"The time sure flew by."
"Faster every day."
It was a nice day.
"I would like to apply for an internship."
Hiroshi blinked at the face of Iruka Umino holding up a resume. He took it and begun reading it up.
Iruka fidget on the side.
The resume was… well weird. First of all Hiroshi had never analyze a resume, but he did remember his on.
The occupation was what caught his attention.
"You want to work with seals?"
Iruka nodded as Hirsohi looked up the alleged seal work they did before hand.
The truth was, he was not really suited to evaluate someone on sealing. For starters, he couldnt do regular seal work, even less Uzumaki sealing. What he did was a thing on it on.
But the people on the Calligraphy academy took it like fish to the water and incorporated it in the teachings.
Hiroshi blinked and wrote a letter.
"Do you know were little Uzu is?"
Iruka Tilted his head.
"Sector 2A32, go there and look for the Calligraphy academy. They will apply a test to see if you are up to work here."
The teen nodded and run with the letter before Hiroshi could give more instructions.
"Huh, so you do teach seals."
Hiroshi blinked looking up to Anko, who had a unnerving sharp focus on him.
"No, I can teach a branch of Sealing Arts. But I am not suited for shinobi grade seals."
She seemed to scrutinize him for a long time, before snorting and waving away. It took a long time for Hiroshi to see her again.
The silence was deafening as the treasurer looked from over her glasses.
"I run the numbers."
Hiroshi crossed his fingers as she stared at him blankly.
"We are in the blue."
He blinked. She blinked.
"Really?"
She nodded.
"Despite your best efforts to bankrupt us."
She pressed a interface on the table bringing forth a tables, graphics and numbers for the council to see.
"The apparel Sealing store is doing very well, and the money is going straight to the clan. Other peripheral investments and the clan contributions had increased remarkably."
She glanced up at the image of a building in the sand desert.
"The Apprentice school is raising a good fund, and already paid itself for construction. The machinery?"
Hiroshi rubbed his eyes.
"Will be fully donated by the store."
She stared at him for a moment before nodding.
"The spectacle that happened in wave had one good point."
Hiroshi looked up blinking, as an old bridge builder appeared.
"Tazuna become a contact and is now working for our solar train stations. Practically free."
Hisoshi blinked.
"Why would he do that for us? I thought it was Konoha shinobi that dealt with Gato operations."
She nodded.
"It was. But our man saved his son in law. Apparently his grandson almost became a orphan."
Hiroshi blinked and nodded.
Well that was a thing then. He looked around the council as the woman kept describing funding and expenditure numbers.
"This resumes our balance of the year."
Hiroshi Nodded.
"Well wrap it up and pass along the resume. People are waiting the news."
She nodded crisply and began to type away.
Bringing up the charts and numbers. The woman beside him snorted.
"Open account policy. In Asahina's day that would never fly."
Hiroshi nodded.
"In Asahina's time, the countries were almost fragmented in city states with clans warring for every inch of land."
The woman glance side ways to him.
"So you think he did correctly to his time?"
Hiroshi titles his head.
"I think he did the best he could with the time he had. And that, I think, is all anyone can hope for."
She nodded and both walked away in silence, parting ways in the evening with a good afternoon.
It was midnight and Hiroshi was pounding on the door. The one armed man went out with a hand on a sheeted word looked at him and blinked before opening the door.
"Hiroshi the heck is going..."
Hiroshi gesture for silence and the man quieted.
"Tomorrow is October tenth. "
The man nodded.
"Naruto is going to be cast out of the orphanage tomorrow."
The man blanched.
"Grab the most, sneaky people you can and the moment you can bring the kid here."
His eyes softened a little.
"I think Hitomi and Karin will love to have him."
The nodded and Hiroshi waved at him.
Going back home. It would be a long night waiting for things to happen.
"The scales are off we need to repaint everything up."
Hiroshi blinked at the bland man. He had a quasi-frantic tone to his voice. He then glanced at the coordinator of infra structure.
"He is being a perfectionist. The scenery is going to work just the way it is."
The bland man frowned.
"But people will notice it is not up to scale."
Hirshi nodded.
"Yes they will. But is not our duty to give then a perfect picture of the scenery, just the idea of what the scenery is and let then fill the rest with imagination."
The bland looked at him as if he was crazy.
Hiroshi put a hand on his shoulder.
"Trust me."
The man nodded reluctantly. Hirsohi nodded and walked away for the room he reserve fo the practice. For young Hashirama a very energetic Uchiha Shishui got the position. For Madara a very placid Hyuuga.
There is other a thousand ridiculous misplacements of the sort trough the play. The piece of resistance. An Ikamuzu was playing Uzumaki Mito.
That one made Hirsohi laugh.
For all purposes and intent is the play was going well. As Hiroshi leaning back to catch the diary and play script someone handed him the diary. Hiroshi leafed it a little before stooping and looking back at the kid watching everything with keen eyes and interest.
"Hi."
The child looked at him bowing politely.
"It is a good evening Hiroshi-dono."
"I am not quite sure we were properly introduced."
The child tilted its head.
"I am Uchiha Itachi."
"I am Hiroshi Ikamuzu."
The boy nodded. And that was that.