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Chokurou held a relax posture against the back wall of the conference room. His fingers interlocked behind his head and a foot against the wood finish behind him. He surveyed those in the conference room. Many looked like they had a few bruises and broken bones but most seemed unscathed, which was the group he would currently classify under. He was a fresh recruit who had been thrown into the shit on the first day. Interesting way to welcome in a new recruit but things could always be worse. He managed to take down a few in the fight but for the most part the fighting was closest to the ox-pulling competition. He didn't see much action but he was ok with that. To him, that meant he would have another chance to prove himself useful. 

He looked down at the...thing behind the table. It was cat-like; tail and ears. He thought at first it was some kid with a cat fetish but soon enough he learned that "it" was their general commander, a powerful shinobi and a dangerous one to boot. He exhaled through his nose before turning his attention next to the shinobi to his side and held out hand. [color=9e0b0f]"Heya. The name is Akimichi Chokashi, nice to meet you."[/color] He greeted in a muffled voice. Definitely not the best time to introduce himself but it was worth the try.

(A/N To whoever wishes to strike up a conversation with him)