A knock on the door interrupted Tsume's usual business. "Tsume, sir. . I've got some more papers that have been sent for you. ." A maid's voice rung behind the door and the male gave out a harsh sigh. "Alright, bring 'em on in." With that, the door opened and the maid wandered on in with a folder within her hands. As soon as she had placed it upon his desk, she bowed and left without another word. This room was once his father's. It still felt as if his soul lingered around ever since that tragic day had occured. It was a blade to the chest that ended a leader's journey. Tsume hadn't cared in the least after that day. It was just another nuisance out of his life. The boy's father never really had interactions with im and every once in a while, they'd speak of how much work they had done. Rather than being outside training with the elites, he was dragged in here to do things that didn't interest him. Now, he was stuck within a large room with nothing but papers. Of course, Tsume wasn't the type to get along with anyone, really. He only slightly respected his high eliete guards and basically took off his anger with everyone else. Everyone knew better than to defy him. No matter how right they thought they were. Tsume tossed a few sheets of papers aside and simply moved on to the folder that was handed to him. It was opened up and his eyes quickly scanned through the papers. At first, it appeared though he was interested in nothing. Nothing at all. . until a certain file came into view. Tsume paused and leaned back in his chair, looking at the file with slight interest. It appeared to hold the picture of a female that resided within a clan not too far from his own land. For mere seconds, he read through and stood up, placing the file upon his desk. He was out the door in no time at all. Tsume's voice rung through the halls as he called for his two most reliable elites. As soon as they had met him just at the entrance of the training grounds, they were off. The male had chosen to pay the clan a small visit as of now and chanses were; he wasn't comming back empty handed.