by Skull! Sun Mar 29, 2020 1:28 pm| He had every right to hate his assistants. Even now, in his requests, he had told them explicitly what needed and what was requested of him. An order for them to fetch the finest of silk for his needs, but they returned with patches that were simply not the correct shade of blue, only even coming back with a checkered red and orange. "You simply cannot except people to do a good job. You have to do it yourself." he thought to himself, returning with the correct spools of silk he needed. He would throw them onto the padded table, he looked over at them. "Wahts eru yuh guise? Yew fhucin rietaurd'd er sumfin'? Gawrd, da nehrv ufh suhm pee poles." He walked away to his station, one of the more competent of people having already brought out of titanium he he folded several times over in the morning, small pieces now cut and sanded to round the edges. He moved the press, embossing the symbol of their village, only to then carve and engrave the signature that was requested for all of the protectors to have underneath. He would take the twenty five of them over to the table with the others to place them upon the silken cloth. Even using up the other fabric to not waste it. "Shtufid phukin pee pole. Nehws da cawgehy ehs ghon bea dizapontheds." He shook his head, a rigorous day spent making only a few things. But it was all for the glory of Kirigakure. | IGOR, KIRIGAKURE'S TREASURE ■ Igor No Last Name ■] |
Crafting : [B] Titanium Forehead Protector (25) [Completed: Apr. 13th]
