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These are the offices of the sanin of the leaf village. They are the political advisors of the Hokage and the figure heads of the village.

(Aaaaaaaand moodkill.)

Suddenly an arm was draped over Itami's shoulder, the sudden impact spilling tea everywhere. Itami grinned, obviously even more drunk than usual, planting a hand on the desk to stabilize himself. "G-good moorrnin' 'Metsu!" He hiccupped loudly. "Wwhat're you doin'? Rrr you filliin' that papper... peeper... stuff fer the Hogake?"

Inmetsu stared over at his colleague. "Good morning, Itami." He said simply. "Been out drinking again, I assume?" He asked with a minor hint of annoyance. He was a fellow Sannin, and they upheld the image of the village. Being drunkards was something that he did not wish to be known as. "And I am just out and about. I haven't been asked to do anything as of yet. How about you?"

"quite honestly Hitori, i dont know who's eyes are redder." he stopped at turned to Inmetsu " actually i have a concern, i paired Akki with a member of your clan, you may know her, her name is Rika. Do you think she can handle it?" leaning in a bit closer and lowering his voice "do you think akki can handle it? basically i need to know what you know."

"of course there will be. actually that is why i selected that team they are the most likely to try to surpass each other." he pulls out Rika's file and places it on the sanin's desk, "im actually more worried about the other two. how will they cope knowing that they fight along side a demon?"

Hitori took a seat " i don't think that should be to big of a problem, at least until he becomes a chunin, he seems to be resentful of the demon. maybe that is a product of letting him know about it from the begining." he pulled out the file on the Harunoa child "this one, seems to me that he will be the most threatened by this team. seeing as he is already self-concious about his physical features."

Itami stood, mildly dazed. It would seem that hitting his head on the floor had knocked him out of his drunken stupor. "Uwhaa? Oh, cripes. Should've known that vodka was a bad idea." He dusted himself off, pausing to check his gourd, muttering something that sounded mildly disturbing, and the angry buzzing within the gourd stopped.
He pulled a bottle from one of the pockets of his coat and downed its contents, immediately looking more sober. "Of course Metsu, if you remember old Naruto-sama once asked the same about our team. A perverted little Aburame kid, a quiet little stick-in-the-mud of an Uchiha, and the first person to be born naturally with the First's gift in years. It's a wonder we made it past the first mission." He laughed heartily, sitting down in a chair across from the Hokage. "I'll bet you two thousand ryou they'll do great."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. We had some bad days too, but hey, we always pulled through. The two of you saved my a** that one time." He removed his glasses, pointing at the scar sealing his right eye shut. "Hurt like a b***h too. I forget, what mission was that? Something to do with protecting some architect from the Land of Waves or whatever. I dunno." He smiled slightly as a butterfly fluttered in one of the open windows, then replaced his glasses. "You're still a stick in the mud though."