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

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	Nursing a glass of the brandy on ice Tanji and having returned the expression of holiday greetings. Half-way into his glass, he summoned enough courage to ask the commander his question, and now waited anxiously for a reply. When it replied in kind rather than admonishment he listned intently as if any lapse of concentration can have him missing fatally vital information. What he got was to his surprise and confusion. The commander hailed from his own home village. His quiet, easily forgotten village spawned one of the great commanders of the Confederacy. What confused him was that Tanji hadn't heard of this fact before, you'd think a village would claim a great shinobi as their own pride and local legend. Likes of which told around fires, bars and maybe hearing the name in passing as you walked to market. But Tanji, try as he might, couldn't really recall such. He remained quiet still expecting the 2nd part of his question to be answered, but the commander turned that around on him, to create his own theory on what the Commander was. It wasn't what he wanted, but not entirely unexpected from the whimsical commander. He at least had something to mull over on their ride to the operation point.

	Slowly finishing his drink, the door to the luxurious transport opened, and revealed someone Tanji hadn't expected. He didn't know her personally, but due to his work, he knew those features from a mile away. A daughter to an influential clan, of all the people Tanji would think to share a passenger cab with in his short life, this wasn't one. Still she was a shinobi and was subject to serving the Confederacy, and as such Tanji resigned to just observe her. She entered rather nervously, but it was with purpose.

	[color=00aeef]"Umm..."[/color] Umm indeed, the situation between her and the commander seemed awkward, very awkward, you could cut diamond with how hard and thick the air inside the interior was. Tanji wasn't a stranger to surprises and just took this new comrade as such and nodded a hello as she sat. Tanji noted her prosthetic, it was as the reports said of The One-Armed Girl. An impressive tool and weapon, a sentiment to the medical advancements of the Confederacy as well as the affluence of the family that can afford it.
 
	[color=00aeef]"So... What are we supposed to be doing today?"[/color] At that Tanji raised an eyebrow, he didn't really know what was going on, but the least command could do was brief the woman on the matters of the mission. He sighed, he couldn't really voice his complaints, the higher ups probably knew better, and he wasn't one to disobey orders. Soon enough the forth and final member of the group had shown up.

	[color=ec008c]"What are you doing here? Are you coming with? Please tell me you are! I won't stand being alone with these two guys for the rest of the mission! And there's something I just need to tell y-!"[/color] Comrade Kanata seemed to be in a chipper mood. Ecstatically greeting Miss Mirai. Oh boy! She must be just as excited for the mission an Tanji. Good for her. However, she seemed flustered and hot though. AH! Pre-mission jitters, clearly. Tanji thought nothing else of her flushed face, prolonged physical contact with Mirai (chalked it up to them being old friends), or the minuscule and rather rude acknowledgement to him and the Boss. Actual;y, the situation was beyond him but at least the Commander would know whats up, Boss seemed calm enough, slowly drawing out a phone, probably to give a situation repor-

	[color=f26522]"Fucking dog weed shit fuck ass splooging cum guzzling dick fuck anal grinding buttplug fanatic donkey dicking fucktard. The fuck did you do order some other kid, like holy fuck, I have you a list with motherfucking two names ... No screw you Mado, I don't give a single fuck about your goddamn stress about some retarded divorce ... No shut the fuck up I'm the boss. You've done it now dick head I ... Oh..."[/color]

	Turns out this came as much as a surprise to the commander as it was to Tanji. The poor man on the other end had gotten the full extent of the Boss' frustration, and it didn't take the Boss telling them he made his conversation partner cry if the soft sob-like pips through the small speakers had anything to do about it. In the end, the limousine would offer a small lift to the newcomer before she herself would be dropped off to her own mission, an odd request given the nature of Tanji's squad, but a request nonetheless. Before long, the vehicle was on the move and the mood returned to normal.

	The ride was calm enough, Katana still rather nervous about what Tanji asssumed was the mission. He can tell well enough that the young woman didn't really see the Boss and him as comrades. He'd like that to stop if they are to be a cohesive squad, and noted that issue must be addressed. For now at least, she can find solace and respite in the noblewoman she seemed keen in talking to. Tanji nodded to the flow of idle conversation, he made some token effort in remaining friendly and responding as needed, as well as following the Boss' wild and crude stories from its home town. Tanji mayhaps choked at the jokes made the expense of his departed mother, but he didn't have many memories of her, and wouldn't think the Boss' jokes had any truth to them. What came to a greater surprise was that the noblewoman was unceremoniously ejected from the moving vehicle as they passed her drop off point. Tanji stood wide-eyed at the commander's nonchalant attitude in subjecting an influential nobleman's daughter to an unorthodox method of exit. Still he didn't question it, again chalking it up to some obscure Confederate tactic he hadn't known of.

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Finally, after the ride and the odd circumstances that went with it, the trio arrived at their destination. An opulent display of luxury and relaxation that was the spa. Again, Tanji was awestruck at the sight. 

[color=f26522]"Welcome to paradise. Ain't this just the type of place you'd see in a wet dream? I mean, I'm already horny as shit by looking at this place. Speaking of cocks and pussies, now is about time you have me an answer, Tinji."[/color]

	[s]Tinji[/s] Tanji was broken from his daze and turned to face the commander. He had mulled over the answer during the trip, tossing around possible answers. Tanji hadn't known the boss was from Kusagakure, so perhaps some bad sentiments existed between the Boss and the village. However, the Boss was clearly well known in the Confederacy, and even the senior members chief administration held some sort of fear or begrudged respect for the commander. Plus the Boss held an air of experience, its cockiness wasn't unsupported, from the reports of the 11th the Boss was something to be feared, and even veteran agents spoke of its antics from the perspective of bewildered newbies. The Boss clearly had many years of service. However its attitude and personality disputed that, it didn't speak as a wizened and grizzled vet awaiting retirement, but as a hot-shot up and comer. It still had many years left in its presumably long life. Its physical appearance was also odd, the few tales of cat folk he knew were just folk lore meant to scare kids in his home town, so maybe it was created in a lab... But it didn't seem to 

	Sighing, he came to a conclusion, [color=f7941d]"Alright, boss bear with me. You were not too found of our home village or perhaps vice versa and sought to make your name else where. Also, I presume you to have been a skilled and talented soldier that quickly rose in rank rather than a nobleman given offices. Because, in all honesty and with no offence, a personality like yours wouldn't win too many political seats or allies. For your duty and valor in field you were given a high command and your form is merely a result of your skill. I presume you to be a sage of some sort of a Cat-related summon, likely a contract with the [url=http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Ninneko]Ninneko[/url] and purely going with conjecture of the mythical belief of cats' 'nine lives,' you have psuedo-longevity while taking upon the characteristics of cats." [/color]

	A long answer, one Tanji put a lot of thought into. Sure the files back in the Intelligence Corps. had the true info, but Chunin of his caliber were not permitted to view into it and use its information. So he found he had to rely on inductive reasoning. He looked the commander unflinchingly, albeit a bit nervous of the wallop he may receive, but this was the truest answer he could think of.