Necessary Paperwork [Ibiki]
[ooc: Takes place after the Sound mission and everybody involved in that is home, and before Tsurude's return to Konoha.]
Ibiki stared at the typewriter in front of her without seeing it, her mental eye instead focusing on the report in her head. She rifled through her mental notes as easily as her handwritten ones, selecting which details provided the clearest overall picture. She needed to write up the report on Yuuhi for when the Hokage returned. Also, the team she sent to the site of the battle between Akasuna and Sarutobi had reported their findings as soon as they came back to T&I.
Ibiki's sole regret encompassed the fact she couldn't have gone with them, not with the charges levied against Yuuhi. She held her people in high regard, but every once in a while she found it quite nice to get out of the village on occasion. Pity it happened less and less.
A faint, ironic smile pulled at her scarred face as she remembered her late mentor. He certainly refused to allow his body to decline. She would do no less, if nothing else simply so she denied him the satisfaction of permitting the job to diminish her physical capabilities. For that reason she spent at least two hours in the T&I gym for weight-training, cardiovascular workouts, and aerobics designed to keep her body limber.
A happier memory (for her, anyway) involving the sick, sadistic son of a bitch played across her mind for a moment before she quit leaning back in her chair. Cracking her knuckles, she began to type.
[Insert report here.]
Six hours later, Ibiki sat back with a sigh, then pulled the final page from the typewriter. Putting the pages in order, she reread through what she had written several times, marking any mistakes she might have made and correcting them before retyping the whole mess. When that was done, she signed her name to it before putting it in a folder and closing it with a seal. The report went into a hidden drawer and would remain there until the Hokage returned from the Jounin exam.
Untying her hitae-ate from her head, she massaged the headache starting at her temples before doing the same for her fingers. Typing so much so fast left her hands sore, but had she tried writing and rewriting the report by hand, her hand would be cramped and stiff instead of just sore. Also, it would have taken much longer, whereas typing allowed her to get her thoughts down almost as they formed in her mind. Everything has a price, she reminded herself.
Ibiki stared at the typewriter in front of her without seeing it, her mental eye instead focusing on the report in her head. She rifled through her mental notes as easily as her handwritten ones, selecting which details provided the clearest overall picture. She needed to write up the report on Yuuhi for when the Hokage returned. Also, the team she sent to the site of the battle between Akasuna and Sarutobi had reported their findings as soon as they came back to T&I.
Ibiki's sole regret encompassed the fact she couldn't have gone with them, not with the charges levied against Yuuhi. She held her people in high regard, but every once in a while she found it quite nice to get out of the village on occasion. Pity it happened less and less.
A faint, ironic smile pulled at her scarred face as she remembered her late mentor. He certainly refused to allow his body to decline. She would do no less, if nothing else simply so she denied him the satisfaction of permitting the job to diminish her physical capabilities. For that reason she spent at least two hours in the T&I gym for weight-training, cardiovascular workouts, and aerobics designed to keep her body limber.
A happier memory (for her, anyway) involving the sick, sadistic son of a bitch played across her mind for a moment before she quit leaning back in her chair. Cracking her knuckles, she began to type.
[Insert report here.]
Six hours later, Ibiki sat back with a sigh, then pulled the final page from the typewriter. Putting the pages in order, she reread through what she had written several times, marking any mistakes she might have made and correcting them before retyping the whole mess. When that was done, she signed her name to it before putting it in a folder and closing it with a seal. The report went into a hidden drawer and would remain there until the Hokage returned from the Jounin exam.
Untying her hitae-ate from her head, she massaged the headache starting at her temples before doing the same for her fingers. Typing so much so fast left her hands sore, but had she tried writing and rewriting the report by hand, her hand would be cramped and stiff instead of just sore. Also, it would have taken much longer, whereas typing allowed her to get her thoughts down almost as they formed in her mind. Everything has a price, she reminded herself.