"Of course," he said, smiling a little. "Now, there's not a great deal I can help you with at this precise moment, but I should be able to gather the necessary materials for both areas fairly easily."
He looked around his office and scowled a little. Beyond it, and past the hallway that served as a sort of atrium for his quarters, both rooms were, as yet, empty. He had plans for one of them, but the other could easily be dedicated to training, at least for the time being. There was a problem, however...
"Teaching you to read will be ... innocuous enough," he started, looking back at him. "But I don't wish to take magic training to the training facility."
He had never been there, but according to those who he had heard speak of it, it was much like the garden outside. Enclosed, as one would expect in an underground palace, but treated to the sort of technology that made it feel like you were standing outdoors.
"One of the rooms I am renovating would serve," he said, scepticism creeping into his voice, "but your reiatsu would be felt readily should anybody get close or if you were to flare it. It is quite distinctive and Hojo, for a start, would not miss it."
It might give people the wrong idea. Kadaj, a known hater of all things scientific, down in the depths of the new scientist's laboratory and doing things that made him flare his reiatsu enough to use magic? If that wouldn't call his friends to the scene, Even wasn't sure what would.
"I am capable of making a containment seal," he pressed his lips together for a moment, not entirely comfortable with admitting that much to a member of the Clan, Kadaj or not, "but it may take me a little longer to get the paraphernalia that would require."
It had been something he had intended to do from the beginning. While magical seals were beyond him until he dug up the books on extinct techniques, his experience of Ninja techniques, mostly thanks to the Akatsuki clan and illicit independent study, had granted him the ability to use paper tags in such a fashion. Procuring them, however, wouldn't be easy.
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Date: 2016-01-26 07:56 pm (UTC)He looked around his office and scowled a little. Beyond it, and past the hallway that served as a sort of atrium for his quarters, both rooms were, as yet, empty. He had plans for one of them, but the other could easily be dedicated to training, at least for the time being. There was a problem, however...
"Teaching you to read will be ... innocuous enough," he started, looking back at him. "But I don't wish to take magic training to the training facility."
He had never been there, but according to those who he had heard speak of it, it was much like the garden outside. Enclosed, as one would expect in an underground palace, but treated to the sort of technology that made it feel like you were standing outdoors.
"One of the rooms I am renovating would serve," he said, scepticism creeping into his voice, "but your reiatsu would be felt readily should anybody get close or if you were to flare it. It is quite distinctive and Hojo, for a start, would not miss it."
It might give people the wrong idea. Kadaj, a known hater of all things scientific, down in the depths of the new scientist's laboratory and doing things that made him flare his reiatsu enough to use magic? If that wouldn't call his friends to the scene, Even wasn't sure what would.
"I am capable of making a containment seal," he pressed his lips together for a moment, not entirely comfortable with admitting that much to a member of the Clan, Kadaj or not, "but it may take me a little longer to get the paraphernalia that would require."
It had been something he had intended to do from the beginning. While magical seals were beyond him until he dug up the books on extinct techniques, his experience of Ninja techniques, mostly thanks to the Akatsuki clan and illicit independent study, had granted him the ability to use paper tags in such a fashion. Procuring them, however, wouldn't be easy.