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[b][h2][color=Orange]Tanji Tsugiharu[/color][/h2]
Near The Confederation Embassy's Entrance, Sunagakure[/b]

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	Tanji had been confident with his answer and even nodded along to Kanata's own hypothesis, but found it doubtable. At least she had nothing to lose playing this 'game', it was Tanji face that was on the line here. Still with his best attempt, he would be a liar if he said he wasn't the least bit smug on that facet, and the Boss seemed to nod at some aspect. Unfortunately all that became moot as he got really intimate with the concrete floor. As he clutched his jaw he tried to ponder where exactly that force came from. Turns out his theory wasn't as fool proof as he thought. To make it worse he believed he heard comrade Katana taking a forced dive into some pond; poor girl, outspoken as she may be, just wasn't having her day.

	Nevertheless, the hotsprings were an impressive sight to behold. Built upon a volcano that fed hot water from a multitude of natural springs, the whole resort exuded a calm relaxing aura. What came to a surprise were the certain types of activities that many of the other spa-goers had partaken in. It made Tanji rather uncomfortable, but he didn't want to create a fuss about something that the Boss wasn't bothered with. 

	When they arrived to their own quarters and the Boss making itself comfortable and spoke again, [color=f26522]"If you lot wanna get butt naked or just comfy, by my motherfucking guest. We fucked around, now we discuss business. Gozoboro is probably getting informed that I'm around so he won't waste time gathering assholes for protection and addressing us directly."[/color]

	Tanji just gave a nervous laugh and kept his modesty wrapping the bathrobes tighter to himself. However he didn't slink at the offer of drink, and partook in some of the sake as he nodded at the Boss' acknowledgement of a sorta-time-limit to their "delicate" operation.

	[color=f26522]"I want your prognosis of the area. Tunja, how many cunts will be an issue once we get volatile? Kanata, got anything to monitor assholes that may be eavesdropping. I can't tell you how much I fucking hate peeping Toms. In any case, you both know your roles when the fat fuck gets in reach in and shit hits the fan, right?"[/color]

	Simple enough instructions, it was for the best that the squad prepare now. Undoubtedly, the Boss could easily defeat a battalion of guards but that would be counter-productive to their goal and Tanji hoped that they wouldn't have to go loud. Still, he could do well to know the exact numbers present. He nodded, confident he knew his duty. [color=f7941d]"Got it Boss,"[/color] and then turned to his squadmate,[color=f7941d] "Good luck to you friend, hope you do the Confederacy proud,"[/color] before giving a slight smile in a teasing manner,[color=f7941d] "And hope you don't get to know more of the Boss' martial prowess."[/color]

	He excused himself, playing the role of intrepid tourist, doning his innocent but forgettable face as he made himself to the public baths. He'd resign to just staying close to the showers, cleaning himself as he set to eavesdrop information from the bath-goers. It didn't have to be much, passing gossip from clients and employees alike in the room, and if he was lucky spotting an actual guard he could "persuade" to give up some information. This would go on, Tanji seamlessly transitioning from showers to spring to getting dressed and moving to another wing until information was passed along to his ears.