Kai read the note given to him awkwardly as he sighed. It was quite obviously Miroru, didn't take much detective sleuthing to figure that one out, though one had to question why she was calling herself a sage. Weren't sages very specific forms of training? He didn't know her too well but he did know she didn't seem like the kind of girl to have the patience for something like that.
Not that it mattered. Kai had spoken a bit to a few different people, and realized he hardly spent a lick of time with his cousins. Indeed, it seemed as though he distanced himself from the rest of his family. Not that it was his intention, though one could easily see how it would be, considering how his family treated him- But to him, it was more so his focus on his Shinobi duties and balancing that out with trying to leverage his love life with Sachi.
So with that said, he felt a little inspired to reach out to this "Fox Sage" and seek a bit of training. If he recalled, the last time he saw this girl he was hitting on her to distract them when they were at the Chuunins. It was a good strategy, even if it did get some odd side-eyes his way.
Not his fault. He stepped up to the training area, as the scent of cinnamon was deliciously in the air- All signs pointing to a single Uchiha, dressed in his usual black zip up hoodie, with a cigarette dripping out of his mouth.
"Miroru-chan. You called me here for some training..." He glanced over at the lazing about Miroru before he turned towards the stretching one. Kai had already done his stretches before he got here, but regardless, his Glaive hung over his back rather awkwardly as he puffed away at his cigarette. Speaking of...
"Want a smoke?" He offered the pack forward, a cinnamon flavored cigarette inside. They were already child soldiers, what was on extra life shortening trick to add to the mix?
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