[Nageku]

It had taken some convincing, but he had managed to get his brother to pull some actual weight to drag him two seperate genin to help him out with a problem he was more commonly having. Today's genin would likely not be here for a few more minutes, but that was fine the young man had more statues to carve. His will to impose motion upon them would come later, for now he needed them to destroy or repupose the stone failures which littered the ground here at the hidden exit at the academy. His first of two repositories for his self-portrait puppets-to-be this was a location for most of his early works and where he went instead of detention or lessons nowadays. The academy completely finished for him it was simply a wait for the final test, the event that most takigakure shinobi underwent assuming they weren't cowards. The steady sound of a hammer on his chisel the only noise as the Yamakira chipped away at stone to once more form his modified visage in the stone before him. He needed to make a lot of these things for the future and it wouldn't do if he couldn't trust them to be perfect from the start, so he just wasn't going to. If it had so much as a crack somewhere from the crafting process, it was imperfect trash and he threw it away like one tossed away bad food. His focus kept as he worked alone.

[Saigo Shigeo]

Why someone bothered to send him to the Yamakira compound was beyond him. Shigeo had very little to offer the Clan in terms of skill, and he certainly was not important enough to merit a special summons. This was the home of one of the more prominent Shinobi families in Takigakure, so for any of their eyes to look his way meant he was either doing something right... something very wrong... or he was just (un)lucky. The directions he got were very specific. Move in this direction on this particular path, do not deviate. Takigakure was filled with secrets that kept darker secrets, and judging by what scant little he knew about any of it, they were intent on keeping him out of the know.

He rounded a corner just in time to reflexively catch a stone carving that narrowly missed smacking him upside the head. Shigeo blinked, turned the object over to examine it, then looked up toward the sculptor. This had to be the person he was supposed to help. Surrounded on multiple sides by refuse, it appeared that the Yamakira youth had been at this for several hours or longer. By the painstaking detail that went into even the failed statues, the Genin posited that it might have even been longer.

"It's... Nageku, right?" he called to the boy, tossing the carving aside with the rest of its kind. "I just got a call short notice, someone asking for me to help you with something you're working on. I'll be honest, I'm not very artistic, so this is really outside my wheelhouse, but here I am."

He took a step further in and presented himself to the Yamakira man, who was actually a few years older than he was.

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Nageku

[Nageku]

Incompetent workers were a dime a dozen in the village of criminals that was Takigakure. The actual site of this one though, it spoke for itself. Shigeo's bandaged appearance gave Nageku the distinct feeling that he was staring at someone who had been straddled for all he was worth over the course of five too many beatings. Not that it was his concern if the young man was so weak that he couldn't take a beating at least, honestly he had probably earned any wounds under there for being so bad at just being alive then. "You're just here for breakdown crew, leave the one's over here and start smashing those one's over there. Don't care how you plan to do it, just need it to get done," Nageku would say as he looked over to the genin, pointing at a wall that looked like mostly finished projects that were rather good, while on the other hand the chisel in his other hand pointed over at the absolute wall of broken projects, fractured stone replicas of himself, half crumbled busts that were nowhere close to finished projects. Having given his instructions though, Nageku would turn back to his project and start to chip away at the stone again making sure to not crack any deeper into any one spot then what he could smooth over after. A delicate balance.