Kozai was in the mood for a coffee. He'd been hard at work lately, not just with the constant improvement of the archives, but also with the preparations for his other works as well. The streets around the cafe were vibrant and full of life that late morning, as Kozai sipped lightly at his drink. Missionaries going door to door, students on their way to classes at the Unseen University... Kozai could even spot one or two shinobi, making their rounds silent and mostly undetected. If Kozai was a foolish man, he would be smirking right now. Some were reliant on luck, others on skill, still others on raw power. Fools, the lot of them.
The soul of victory lay in preparation. Nobody, no matter how powerful, intelligent, or overbearing could stand up to an opponent who simply had resources, knowledge, and most importantly, time. Being immortal (or at the very least, ageless), Kozai had all the time he needed. Still, you could never be too prepared.
Kozai opened his valise and examined his work for the afternoon. Sketches for new village defenses, as it were, based off of the materials he'd gathered from the geological surveys and his brief trip to the metalworks and other industries. What was the point of all of these civilian products if shinobi couldn't exploit them for their own ends? As far as he could tell, Hoshigakure was far more vulnerable than what he'd seen in Kumo or Konoha, a fact that bothered him.
[WC 250
exit
500 wc toward https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45371-v7-six-paths-of-pain
daily reward for 8/7]