Starships Were Meant To Fly [Kenshin]

"Everything in order...and one last puff for the road. *inhales, then exhales* Alright...let's see who the Kazekage is finally." Wan had spent all morning making sure that everything was for his return to the hospital. He and Fu decided that the inn would be their place of residence while there, so making it a temporary home in the sense of leaving a few belongings there was okay in his mind. He didn't plan on being gone for long, and if Fu was to stick around the area then she'd be able to alert him of anything or anyone looking for trouble. He was already on cloud 9 by the time he finished packing the corpse scrolls into his satchel, recounting out his Ryo for the 3rd time so he had a good understanding of his financial ability. Although the Senju was already making up his mind on the route of transplants he wanted to pursue, something to cover the weak spots in his arsenal, he didn't know how much all of it would cost. The young lord was certain he had enough for it, a small grin coming across his face after he remembers the 'blessing' of Ryo given to him by Konohagakure. All seemed to be going to plan, and with confidence flooded in his heart, he left the Inn bright and early, making his way to the hospital to hopefully meet with the man known as Kenshin.

Seemed that things were as they were when he left in the terms of attendance. There certainly was no lack of patients in the hospital, either that or people generally cared about their well-being here to have daily check-ups. Wan arrived at the hospital figuring he'd have to wait, but instead of just sitting around waiting for someone to address him like last time he took initiative to make his way to the front desk, something he probably should've done his first time there. He was happy when he saw the beautiful woman from before still there, the pearls around her neck being a signature asset for her in the eyes of the Senju. "Hello again!" he would say, the young Kage standing before the desk in a fresh change of clothes, the first in a while to be honest. He was wearing a tourist shirt, one with "I Love Sunagakure." on it that was a gift from the head of the Black Rose, honoring the Kage for his stay and interest in the Inn. He had on a pair of Khaki pants with some rather lavish-looking sandals, all with his worn satchel securing around his shoulder and across his back. He didn't look like any Hokage, but truthfully he never saw himself as such. Wan was never one for titles, only when surrounded by those with titles themselves would he concern himself with having a status. As of now, he looked more like a casual if anything, just a happy Senju looking for another happy day. "Is the Kazekage in today? I'd still like to meet with him about his renowned knowledge in the medical field, as well as more information about transplants and such." The same jig as before, just a different day for everyone. He came with the same intent as he did before, to meet the Kazekage who he has heard such gospel about, and to find out if this was indeed the place to be in regards to bodies, transplants, and the mass alike.

After conversing with the clerk he would take a seat in the lobby, sitting down as he begins to do small-talk with a few of the citizens, enjoying his wait at the hospital as time progresses. "Well, this is my second time here but there isn't anything wrong with me." he would say to an elderly woman, the caring senior concerned with the looks of the Senju, the bags under his eyes being a key indicator of losing sleep. In actuality, he was just stoned, but he figured most people did not know of Kazeghani, the strain of plant that induced such a wonderful feeling. He couldn't be bothered with explaining to her right then either since in a way he did come seeking business and also due to the fact he felt as if it would be space-talk to the woman. So kindly letting her believe he was just tired was more than a humble answer, especially if it gave him a nice conversation during his time waiting.
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"Thank you! Hope I get to collect a few more souvenirs while I'm here. I appreciate your help." Wan would bow to the woman and proceed the way she directed, a word that the Kazekage was there this time being joyful words as he readied himself for the interaction. With his head held down, he followed a black line throughout the halls, tracking his way towards the morgue of the building. He was surprised to hear that the Kazekage was using it as his office since the Senju believed all Kage had a dedicated tower or building to themselves. Tales of the man and how skilled he was in the medical field were vast, majority of the story being told by Han to Wan when he first arrived here. So it wasn't as farfetched that such a master would choose this area as a personal space or office. Sniffing out both the line on the floor and the chakra in the air He reached the end of the trail a few minutes later, looking up at a door leading into an enclosed area. Wan looked up at the door, unsure of if he was supposed to knock or await the call of his name but he figured the simple gesture wouldn't hurt. If anyone wanted to know of his presence then he was sure they'd be alerted by now, especially feeling as if the Kazekage was of great power and skill. Whoever he sensed through the door was powerful, but peace was everything surrounding them as he let off three knocks on the door, ready to meet whatever awaits behind it.

*Knock knock knock*
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The word 'Enter' was called out from behind the door, and upon hearing it Wan would reach for the handle and turn it, opening the door as he walked into the room. He closed the door behind him, and before getting a valid look at whoever was in the room he took it upon himself to bow more than positive that whoever he was in the presence of was a Kage such as himself, given all the recent information he was given. As he lifted his upper body from the bow stance he took is first gaze at a man, most of which were majority just the man's face upwards due to the attire he had on. He was so tall compared to the Senju, Wan having to look up slightly from the distance he stood but of course the closer he would get the taller the man would seem. He was very skinny, however, his entire physique along with how pale his skin looked was giving off monstrous vibes to the Senju, someone who did not seem 'human.' Looks never mattered, of course, something Wan himself learned a long time ago. The sheer presence of this man was near crippling, his Chakra easily being able to overpower Wan's in the room as the Senju began to get a gut feeling that this man was capable of unfathomable feats. Wan, however, kept his composure, during his quick examination of the man he was greeted formally. This was indeed Kenshin Uzumaki, the Kazekage of Sunagakure, and the man the gate guard from his first arrival here talked highly of in regards to his medical practices.

"Nice to finally meet you, Kenshin. My name is Wan Senju. Pardon my current appearance if it looks gimmicky. The shirt was a gift from the Inn I'm staying at here." He realized his 'I <3 Sunagakure' wasn't the most professional of attire but truthfully he didn't think clothes were a valid indicator of 'status' or things of the sort, but who knows the mindset of every man and woman. "I've recently become the Hokage of Konohagakure after initially leaving from Wind Country. Was actually here before to see you, but important matters came up and I had to leave quickly. Now that time has provided me with her grace I've been gifted the opportunity with meeting with you correctly." Wan looked around for somewhere for him to sit, but nothing instantly drew his attention. As he stood by the door he looked around the room, different vials and medicines throughout it as it was giving off those vibes of a hospital, but more-so advanced to meet the needs of a higher-ranked facilitator like a hospital warden or something. Not an area for just anyone to be in 24/7. "There's much that I hope you can help me with. I hear that you are very keen when it comes to medicinal practices. I am a practitioner myself, recently diving into the world of transplants and DNA upon hearing rumors of such activities being within these walls. Tell me, are these rumors true?"

By the look of things, they were. He already knew the answer to the question would be yes, he wanted more affirmation for himself just to be 100% percent correct in his accusations. He'd hate to be accusing the wrong person of what some might deem 'unethical', but in the country of Wind things like this were the norm. "I came to learn more about transplants and DNA, hoping to occur any services you have regarding them to potentially aid in my development. I've heard tells and read books about people gaining nearly unfathomable power from DNA. Hopefully, you can help with such. My Ryo is well-rounded for any transaction."

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"Kinzoku Nazar?" Wan would say in a questionable tone as he made his way over to the seats fashioned by Kenshin, taking a seat at the table in front of him as he began to process the information just given. He was rather shocked to hear that Konohagakure lead an attack on Sunagakure so recently, even more, so the fact that the apparent leader didn't seem to be the man he faced during the liberation. The young Senju could without a doubt understand any frustration given by his presence, locking eyes with Kenshin allowed for him to stare into what seemed like a silver abyss that gave no key indicator of rage or anger towards him but simply someone who wanted answers concerning what could be a very touchy topic. As he sat down he began to remember his interactions with Yensung in Konohagakure, hoping to provide a better explanation as to why he left Konohagakure, hoping to answer the last bit of questions given by the Kazekage to the best of his abilities. He crossed his arms as he looked up at the ceiling. "I remember seeing that name on a few papers in the office, but I never ran across them." He would then lock eyes back with Kenshin, something humans were known to do whenever faced with the truth, as looking away from someone you were talking to was deemed rude and an indicator of a lie. "Maybe a small briefing of my life story will help better explain things."

He uncrossed his arms and took on a more upright position in the chair, scooting his body to nearly the edge of it as he relaxed his forearms along the edge of the table. "I'm not a native of Konohagakure, nor do I even consider it home as of now. I was born in Kirigakure into a life of poverty and crime, stealing from the rich to give to the poor and feed my family. As soon as I turned 13 I was given the title of Missing Ninja after abandoning my home country, becoming a wayfarer to the world before finding refuge in Wind Country. I've been here for a solid 3 years, finding a pathway to your gates only a few months ago after hearing rumors of obtaining power through means of DNA and Transplants, as well as it being a wonderful source of income. I was never one to have much, some of my home village calling me the Black Sheep of my family." Wan quickly began to have flashbacks of his young in Kirigakure and his early time spent in Wind Country before continuing. "Konohagakure was initially supposed to be a visit as this was, me wanting to gain insight on the birth home of my clan. Upon arriving it didn't take long to realize the condition of the village. It's riddled in poverty and famine, nearly desolate with only one shinobi of their force being present and found. All I wanted was to simply be told why my people were living in the conditions I saw, why things had gotten the way they were and why it seemed as if nobody was doing anything about it. Instead, It seemed as if an ambush was being set upon me, and matters of violence resulted in the killing of their Kage who was Yensung Aburame."

Wan would let out a sigh, looking around the room briefing as he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in before breathing out. "I would have sent a letter if I had known that was something Kage do. This is all new to me, on top of not having any prior training for the role let alone being properly given the title. Although I bare the title of Hokage I do not truly pledge any allegiance to its nation, the title being all that it sounds: a title. The current state of that village is a mockery to my clan, and due to the current subjugation by Kirigakure, there is no way of providing suitable living conditions to its people without making plea deals with Kiri or going to war, both of which are not worth my current time nor effort. I come to you today with the same intentions as before: I seek more knowledge when it comes to medical practices. I want to gain more insight into how and why DNA and transplants have the potential to excel shinobi to greater heights. Believe me when I say I figured my status might alert some, which is why I opted for the woman I travel with to remain at the inn as to not give off the impression of two of us getting ready to assault someone. We have no home, that is something we shall passively seek after we leave here." Wan would hope that his explanation alongside a small synopsis of his life would better explain things to Kenshin, hoping that the man would truly understand how Wan currently felt about Konohagakure and his true and honest reasoning with being in his presence.

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As the Kazekage spoke his voice projected a tone that Wan perceived as meaningful. He noticed as Kenshin talked a few gestures made by him were quite...interesting. Not in the sense of being unknown or confusing, but rather causing the Senju to enter a momentary stasis of self-thought as he processed what he saw. During their talk while Kenshin spoke he noticed the man's finger begin to seemingly thread itself, black threads resembling the ones in which his brother Ghost utilized as a part of his clan's heritage. "A Tau...that would explain his looks partially. They are well-reserved in the medical field from what I can recall Ghost telling me." These thoughts, however, would only last mere seconds, no indicators via facial expressions were given as well as he simply noticed the action and returned his eyesight directly to Ken's eyes, listening in closely as Lord Kazekage to continue with his dialogue.

"Well, Lord Kazekage." the Hokage would say, leaning more upwards in his chair as he sits back more into it, allowing his back to meet the back of the chair as he folded his arms over each other. They had reached a point of dialogue in which the two of them knew why they were now in the same room together, and now the question to as of what Wan truly sought in regards to knowledge and transplants was asked. "As one who practices the arts of medical myself I have dived into that world myself and explored options. My clan has always been known as the sole rival to the Uchiha, as you may know, the possessors of the Sharingan. What makes their bloodline so unique? Those eyes of theirs, in comparison to my own clan's bloodline it seem to have greater utility the more the shinobi wielding it grows. Do you have any extensive knowledge of their dojutsu? Anything that some might consider rare or unknown to the average civilian? I'm willing to pay if such information is secret. I've heard tales of their being greater forms of it I've run across one who appeared to have an elevated state of it." Wan would ask his first line of questions to the Kazekage, briefly remembering his fight and escape from the Uchiha in the desert temple, back when he first began making a name for himself in Wind Country.

He would clear his throat by coughing with his mouth closed just twice, swallowing a small amount of his spit to lubricate his vocals as he didn't want to ask for any refreshments during such business. "My other hope from you is that you can help me with acquiring some transplants of my own. If whatever you tell me about the Uchiha sounds promising then I will be pursuing their lineage as an expansion to myself, however, I do seek more than just that. I want something that will also help expand on my current skillset. As a Senju, our wood-style is known as the pinnacle of defense, not many offensive styles of our clan being produced. I would like something that'll help with the longevity of my lifespan, or at least expand the capacity of my chakra reserves past what they are currently. As also a practitioner of Fuinjutsu I want to begin integrating that specialty into some techniques I have as of now, as well as making my own. Do you have anything that would work well with Fuinjutsu?"

 "Oh, also." Wan would lean back up in his chair, placing his forearms back along the edge of the table as he continued to look into the eyes of the Kazekage. "Are you one who purchases corpses for your practices? I've acquired two from past fights and ambushes in which I kept inside scrolls, perfect as the day they were killed. If you are looking into buying them or maybe discounting any costs for your procedures then I'd love to hear some insight on that." He would await an answer from Kenshin, looking around the room ever-so-often noticing minor details of the office.
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