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[h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Ayame was always the uptight party pooper when things weren't so professional, it was evident that she wasn't destined to have a Human Resources worthy position like Fujitora did. He'd shrug at her remark before nabbing the beer Tsukiko presented to Fujitora in natural caution, entirely expected from someone of her caliber, especially knowing the person who served her said drink. Without a care in the world, he shugged most of the drink in one go, the glass of wine still in the other hand as he quickly took the appearance of a silly, intoxicated man in a cheesy event party. At least one of the Choko would ease up the mood while the two females did their best to accentuate the omnipresent hostility. Leaving about a third of the can's contents, the ex commander tossed the container back at the feral woman before sitting back down on his abandoned seat, setting the glass of wine on the Hokage's bureau. 

"[color=silver][b]Hey, it came with the territory. You two should stop acting like it's some childhood friendship being broken because of some hot chick getting in the mix. Trust and friendship means little, yet strangely so much too, in this league.[/b][/color]"

He responded to this trust issue they were both discussing, the only man of the room simply responding that they all took a path where killing people behind their back could be as casual as buying milk. Bonus points for in being no only in the higher ranks of the system, but politics related too. He leaned his back against the chair, making himself more than comfortable as Ayame revealed the contents of that special box he already recognized as it was being presented. It brought back memories, recent ones that dated barely six years ago when Zeno was in this exact same position and he was sitting in this exact same chair. Only he could see this situation in such a strange and almost amusing angle, but the nostalgia factor had little impact on him, after all he agreed to kill the man who promoted him and considered him his right hand. 

"[color=silver][b]Well damn. You may have even beaten me at the position by a few months I think. I'd bring confetti but as you can see, I'm awfully jealous right now.[/b][/color]" 

He remarked with humor, helping himself with a new cigar as he took another glimpse at the armband that was previously his. This was going to be the safest way to keep her on a leash all the while exploiting her best qualities to the fullest without any fear of backlash. Then again, she could very well be suspicious about it, but his response regarding their status would apply here too. If they wanted her dead, it wouldn't be that hard to have it happen, and she knew this. Plus she was close to Ayame, a position that enabled the Choko to dispose of the previous Hokage. To give that position easily translated a high amount of confidence and authenticity to their word of keeping her alive out of genuine friendship and gratitude. 

"[color=silver][b]But before you take it, I want to be clear that if you judge it necessary to eliminate us, I won't think ill of you. I even encourage it. However I am a shinobi, just like you, and Zeno was my friend. You do not need the intel of this position we're offering to know that acting rash toward us may not be a great life choice. Whether it is for you, or for any greater good you can think of, Tsukiko. But then again, if that greater good involves getting rid of the broom up Aya's posterior, can't say I'll disagree.[/b][/color]"

He snickered, enjoying his cigar like a boss.