Musings over a drink

There were many taverns within the market confines of the village. With Konoha gone it was more relaxed and less quiet. Yet because of this history they were suspicious of outsiders. Any face they didn't recognize or trust had difficulties even buying food at times. Cold stares followed people around and in the winter those same people kept to themselves even more. With Iwa keeping its borders mostly closed to outsiders tourism business forms were suffering even more. The economy was still strong since they no longer paid heavy taxes or saved up for their independence.... But there was a vacuum in power which Chen seemed intent to control. Of course Tadara worked for him in secret so he was that much more likely to succeed. Not that the man would ever admit it. Not that Tadara cared if he did. There were promises of power at play and until they proved false Tadara would remain with the appearance of loyalty. He kept an eye out for criminal activity but in most cases it was not to put a stop to it. It would be important later to build contacts...to do the dirty work that kept getting in Chens way.

However that meant that Tadara had to keep up appearances for any income he was gaining outside of the normal shinobi or hospital pay. That meant a cover business. Something that allowed him access to the shadier parts of town was preferable. Luckily his knowledge in chemistry meant there was something he could do to fill all bases. He would craft honeyed mead for two or three taverns and insinuate he had several more customers. Letting the village believe he had a larger market for his goods than he did and all under the table at that...so no paper trail. If anyone inquired as to how he kept track...his photoperfect memory was the key there. There were no details he forgot...nothing he observed was truly missed. Even if he didn't notice it at the time he could access those memories and reformulate the details. Still in this particular instance he had located a tavern somewhat out of the way deep within the market section of the city. Shady deals happened here and the tavern mistress was actually an information broker. However he had not approached her about those details yet. That would need to be done outside of the normal business hours. Preferably where she felt vulnerable.

The Tavern itself had an inside for its well paying customers but it also had a covered outdoors sitting area with a fire pit keeping those who were only interested in paying for drinks. It was warm enough out there and kept out most of the wind with towering buildings on all sides. The fire provided warmth while shadier deals were done in private inside. There were just two tables with bench seats on either side of the fire pit but at the moment it was during work hours so it was mostly empty aside from two or three souls. The window for service had the mistress sitting behind it looking over a piece of paper. She was a larger woman in average clothes with thick red hair and a white streak through her bangs. Next to her inside by her seat was a large mace for troublemakers. Tadara would approach to make his sales to her at his usual delivery time. He was wearing black dress boots with modified soles for grip and a pair of black slacks tucked over them. His white button up shirt was untucked but he was wearing a thicker white long coat with fur inlining the insides. His constitution had never been the best so he was taking precautions. White hair framed his face in a messy style while empty black eyes seemed to stare forward as if looking into a void. Over his breast pocket on the coat was his Iwa headband stitched in. Having shinobi status was useful. Strapped with thick rope to his back however was a single capped vase of the honeyed mead. About two gallons of it as it was all he could carry for the moment.

Wandering through the streets, Adam was a man that was walking with purpose. His task was a simple, however also important one. His booze had run out after all, and that was something that Adam was not going to tolerate. So in short he took some of his monthly salara and went out in order to get himself the things he needed.

Visiting a store he bought half a dozen bottles of his usual middle aged whiskey, he also bought himself a bottle of an old cherry scoth which he immediately filled into his handy flask. The next stop was the tobacco store where he bought himself come cigarettes and cigars. He wasnt having many luxuries, but the few he had, were expenisive ones, as he took great care of not getting himself cheap alkohol and tobacco that actually smelled good for others too, even if they didnt smoke.

Being now done with his shopping he decided that he earned himself a drink. While he didnt do anything extraordinary, he simply didnt see any reason no to drink. Deciding to pay a nearby tavern a visit he strayed off into its direction, counting the money he had left in his pocket. Reaching the tavern he noticed a man, carrying something large on his back. Sitting down at a table he waited for a waitress as he stared at the man, eager to see his buisness. While the person itself wasnt too interesting, Adam felt that he was different from the other people here.

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Tadara would approach with his black eyes almost seeming to notice nothing around him. They just stared blankly with a passive expression on his face. He would not seem to notice the man at first watching him as he passed. Walking entirely passed him before his eyes would seem to shift to glance over his shoulder. Making brazen eye contact if allowed. He did not mind such social awkwardness. He had no business with the strange man who watched him that he knew of. However he would take note of him. This was an oddity as usually he ignored everyone he passed unless addressed. His mind had simply made a special note that someone was watching him...which garnered attention given this too was unusual. So he let those empty black eyes study the man. The sweet scent of tobacco and the chemical scent of alcohol. However flavored it hung on the air. Of course a chemist would know. Yet he carried himself loosely. He likely focused in hand speed. He was either melee or if he was a shinobi he was possibly a ninjutsu specialist. However that second passed and his theoretical analysis was complete. Given the possible alcohol addiction hand signs may be more difficult...so perhaps he was a close range specialist if he was a threat. Only if he was a threat.

Still Tadara would return his attention to the woman at the window...the tavern mistress with the alcohol behind her. She would glance up at him with a single bead of sweat running down her cheek. Those eyes unnerved her. It felt like she couldn't hide any truths from him. As if somehow he knew when she lied...and he did. Microexpression were not so easy to fool without practice...or a complete lack of humanity. But then they called you a sociopath and unstable. That aside she paid him his asking price instead of trying to con him down. She felt it wouldn't be conducive to longevity to cheat him instinctively. However she always tried the goods too. Not because she didn't expect him to deliver but because he delivered it so fresh and so tasty. A part of her hated being addicted to her own product but still Tadara didn't speak unnecessarily. So it was a judgment free interaction. Tadara would remove the gord from his back and set it on the counter. The woman would uncork it almost impatiently quick.

The cork would come free and despite the winter the sweet scent of honey would fill the air. Bringing the scents of a fresh spring and holding there. As if it would never fade. The woman would pour the golden mead into a small glass before corking it once more. Preserving it longer. The scent diminished but even the small amount in the cup lingered...like a promise of more spring to come. She would lift the cup to her lips before closing her eyes. Embracing the drink like a sweet lovers kiss as it warmed her throat. She would sigh when it was gone with a glance to Tadara as if irritated at her own display of weakness. She would plant a bag of coin firmly on her counter for him after a moment before barking out.

"Same time next week Tadara....Don't be late!"

Analyzed Adam 1/1

Adam watched the strange person as it obvisously made some kind of deal with the barkeeper. As he placed the large gourd on the counter, and the owner of the tavern took a small glass of it, before greedily gulpking it down, it became clear to adam that he likely was selling some kind of rarity. The colour oddly ressembled that of whiskey, however whishkey wasnt stored like that, as it tended to loose aroma and colour this way, and even less it was transported like this, or in such a quantity.

Finally looking away from the person for a second, a waitress was waiting at his table, ready to take his order.

"Ill take one of whatever he just brought there"

The waitress, happily nodding and writing his order was ready to take off again, as adam interrupted her walking away. Sliding some ryo over the table he asked her with a low voice:

"What can you tell me about him?"

The waitris having a concerned look on her face now shyly laughed a bit before responding: "Well, what do you mean...?"

Realising the effect that Adam usually had on any person in their right mind he sighed. Too often people thought he was some kind of mugger, gangster or assasin. He couldnt say that he ws surprised though. His neat, long and black trenchcoat, the hands that looked like they were made out of metal and the sunglasses gave people strange vibes. Thinking shortly he explained to her:

"He doesnt seem to fit the flair of this place... and he has caught my attention. Is that good enough for a reason?"

Pocketing the ryo the waitress let mumbled soemthing on how she needed to confirm something first and hurried away. Adam, now facing away from Tadara looked at the other patrons and decided that he was going to listen in to some of the stoires they told each other, not caring about how loud they were talking or who might be listening, as he let his chakra run through his feet, magnetising the nearby sand that was in and under the ground.

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Tadara would glance down at the coins and lift it. Weighing it in his palm as he felt the difference....she wasn't short by weight...she wouldn't cheat him. He was at a high percentage of likelihood that she found him too valuable to cheat. The way she attacked his honeyed mead made her a prime target for sales. If she believed he sold it more than he did....rumors would spread and it would explain his extra income. Still a waitress would come up to her from inside and whisper into her ear. The woman would harshly whisper a price to her to which the girl would wince. Of course it would be sold at a premium. It was far tastier and smoother than the other alcohol here and still left a comfortable buzz behind with energy to drink a celebrate more. The honeys natural sugar boosting energy levels as well as a dopamine effect. Along with several vitamins to help the body recover afterwards...so no hangover if drinked by itself. Still she would uncork it and pour it into the bottom of a new double shot glass.

"You have a fan over there...you should bring him his drink."

She would stare nervously into those dark eyes as they didn't leave her face....he knew who she was talking about vividly. A picture perfect in his memory. Without words he would put the pouch into his inner coat pocket. Turning from her as he collected the glass. The scent of honey like spring in the air as he brought it closer to the man. Step by step with no expression. He didn't perceive much outside of his virtually tunnel vision but it was there for him to draw on if he needed to. After all from the memory of walking passed them...he could tell you how many legs there were between the benches and tables...or how many bricks were visible on the fire pit...and how many built the base based on its size and location and the size of the other bricks. Still with an odd gesture that was almost jerky in nature he would set the cup in front of the man before his hand fell back to his side quickly. Speaking to him in monotone.

"You have questions for me....yet I have brought you you're beverage. Social standards indicate the one with a gift may start the conversation. I have not posed a question yet so I will now to begin the interaction. Who are you?" Tadara would state....as if expecting the standard observances to be like law here and thus granting him an answer first. Those deep black eyes were so empty though. As if they stared right through the man. Stared through and yet saw so much. Some would think he thought of nothing but those who actually looked...it was like looking into the endless depths of space...maddening.

Adam was lost in thought when he heard a glass getting sat down on his table. Instead of the waitress, now the man he watched before was standing in front of him. He expected as much. After all he seemed to have some sort of relation to the barkeeper and  he was in this bar for the first time. Somehow he couldnt think but to be impressed about the waitress loyalty though. He wasnt giving her a lot of ryo, but still something that was considered to be a very good tip. Looking up to him he raised he hand slightly off the table, offering the stranger the seat across him.

Not really paying attention wether he chose to stay or take a seat, Adam started:

"Forgive me, but you dont really fit the establishment here..."

Pausing for a second he thought how to get his point across to the stranger better. His eyebrow raised slightly as he found just the right words for this purpose.

"Everybody here either doesnt care to be seen, or doesnt want attention. You however have a shine on you. You look like gold in a pile of coal, considered to the other people here."

Eyeing the glass for a second he decided to take a sip from it. While Tadara's expressionless face rivaled Adams, and the way he put the glass down werent really encouraging and Adam considered it to be poisoned, he simply disregarded that thought. SUrely the barkeep wouldnt risk poinsoning him, or serving him poisoned drinks. One of the nicer sides of looking like some sort of mysterious gang boss. Bringing the glass to his lips he took a sip. It was good. Really good, however whiskey was something he still liked more.

Adding to his expressions before he said: "Whats your name by the way?"

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Tadara would see the offered seat and glance to it a moment. His dark eyes cold and uninterested in much but he would comply. If this man wanted to harm him he could likely do it standing. Still he would find a seat and sit straight backed. His expression never changing as he considered how curiosity had killed the cat. As of yet Tadara had not done anything illegal though. He simply had spent his time preparing and gathering resources. If he was going to do the work Chen wanted he needed to be ready for anything. However for now he was simply establishing a cover.

However he would listen as the man spoke. Dark eyes slowly blinking. Like something that just recently woke up trying to pay attention. However Tadaras mind during the conversation was busy placing together different chemical elements and running trials in his head. A simple conversation with someone didn't require the full faculties of his mind so he was working at the same time. Always working and coming up with terrifying things. Wonderful but terrifying. Still the man would speak and Tadara would listen. Every word essentially recorded in his mind. He would take a moment to glance around at the mention of him standing out. His clothes were cleaner and more fashionable than some of the raggedy clothing around him. His hygiene was considerably better too. At the hospital he wouldn't stand out as much...everyone there matched his appearance. However this suited his needs as he wanted people to see him selling his goods.

Still he would pause as the man finished asking who he was...avoiding being asked as much first. Explaining what drew his attention but never who he was. Still a pull from his inner pocket would draw his attention. His pocket books metal rings were pulling downwards..as if attracted to something below them. His eyes would shift down a moment before he would glance back up. No sense of fear or anger on his face. There was only one bloodline that could create a magnetic effect like that. So this person had prepared a trap for him if he were to turn out to be hostile. He would appreciate the concern but had not interest in useless combat. So he would speak in his monotone voice in return.

"You avoided my question. Then posed the same to me. However I have deduced you to be a Kazehana. I am a Kamizuru. The honeyed mead you tried just now is created from the honey I generate with chakra and chemically altered with a mixture of pure alcohol and put together in a laboratory. It is a simple concoction but these civilians seem to be willing to pay for it."

Adams expression froze. He had really forgotten the other persons question completely. Holding the glass in his metal plated hand he saw through it as the sun shined through it. Had the alkohol really taken such a toll on him allready? Shaking his head slightly he brought his attention back to Tadara. No. It couldnt be. He was just stressed, that was all there was to it. Taking another small sip he put the glass down, still holding it.

"Kazehana, huh? I dont know even nearly what you are talking about."

His expression clearly showed Tadara that his answer was honest. He knew that the Kazehana lived in this hidden village, but to consider him a Kazehana was for off the trail in his eyes. After all he lacked their characteristic red hair, the face and most importantly the Kazehanas money. No. He was just Adam Jensen. Refuge from another country. Tragic orphan made by bandits. Adam dismissed his thoughts once more as he heard  a quiet cracking noise. Looking down on the glass, he noticed the it was a very poor glass qualtiy, as a few nearly transparent pieces of sand were hurdled together and and now a small crack ran to the top of the glass.

"My name is Adam... Jensen... no kazehana here." Thinking shortly he continued: "Though i dont know what the Kamizuru clan does either. So what can you actually do? Can you just make honey with chakra?"

Emptying the glass in a swift motion now he sat it back down on the table, waiting for an waitress to pick it back up as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Simple solution huh? Well it certainly is good... But you seem too extraordinary for someone that is just making alkohol."

Flexing his fist in his pockets, more because his hand was itching then anything else, he swallowed. He didnt like the fact that his alcohol was made in a labratory at all. For him alcohol was something that should take time, and consisted of a lot of natural variables, including for example the right wood for the whiskey to settle in, the right sugar to burn rum from or the right hops to make beer from. Making it in a labratory felt simply wrong to Adam. Not chinging his expression he pulled out a metal case and opened it, pulling out a cigaret which he lighted on fire. Wordlessly offering the stranger also a cigarette, he held the metal case in his direction.

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The man would deny the obvious conclusion and Tadara would tilt his head ever so slowly. All the data suggested he was correct...so the individual must be making a false report in return. People were predictably perpetual liars so he wasn't too surprised by this. However the microexpressions filtered through Tadaras mind as he took them in. Sorting through them. How would someone who had this power not know of the bloodline he had? He seemed to believe it though...perhaps he simply didn't take the name? Or was ignorant of the connection intentionally. Still a name would finally be given and Tadara would nod slowly. Still he would pose an inquiry and Tadara would glance back to his face. Empty eyes staring at him with another slow blink. Speaking in return.

"My name is Tadara...I can create honey from chakra."

He confirmed the information but did not elaborate further as there was little purpose to doing so. A few people knew of Tadaras capabilities but nothing of the full extent of them. Braggarts that shared all their abilities with strangers were bound to face turmoil. Their words turned to ash in their mouths over their pride. No...it was more efficient simply not to cover other basics. Though if they did their research on their own there was information on his clan. Perhaps nothing too specific but enough to know a little more. Still the man would continue to speak about alcohol being too simple for someone like Tadara. Extraordinary? Tadara had taken lengths not to stand out too much. How observant was this man? Certainly it must be a trap. Though the headband stitched into his coat suggested he was also a shinobi...so how observant could this man be? However the microexpressions changed rather suddenly. The man was irritated over something....odd.

"The fermentation of alcohol and filtering is all a scientific process. Regardless of where it is prepared it is done so with specific chemicals and measurements. As well as time. If it is not in a controlled and clean environment contaminates will alter the chemical composition. Thus anywhere alcohol is made properly is essentially a lab. The practice of chemistry should not be taken so lightly Mr. Jensen."

Tadaras expression would not change though he would consider moving. Leaving even. This person was too curious. It felt like a trap was being sprung around him. Inquiries that hinted at Adam knowing more than he should...a magnetic adjustment around him...Likely he was in the center of some sort of trap. But why? Why would anyone trap Tadara? As of yet he had done nothing against any laws...made no enemies as far as he was aware...perhaps there was some sort of trauma that led to this level of caution? Even threatening behavior?

He was right. However not fully right. After all there were more to alcohol then just science.there were many factors that made an alcohol unique. Seeing a brewery as a labratory was like seeing a a fire just as a source of heat. However it wasnt something Adam was going to argue now. For all he cared, Tadara could have his opinion and Adam could have his without their beliefs coliding. Most becasue Adam didnt actually care enough about him.

"Thats an odd way to see it, but if it makes things easier for you..."

Tadara in general was a strange person. While he seemed distant and didnt seem to care about Adam, he sure was taking in information like his life depended on it. Another thing he found strange about him was how he went out of his way and assumed Adams family, as if he didnt know what his name was after all. He seemed to get to conclusions pretty easy and always assume they were right. Another thing was his lack of emotions. While Adam didnt show too many emotions either, it reminded him about the time when his parents died. Maybe he was in a similar position and didnt have anybody to pull him out of it now.

Being pulled out of his thoughts, Adam noticed the waitress that neared his table. Careful to not look him in his eyes, she waited for another order as she took the glass. Turning her head towards her, he ordered:

"A whiskey... and make it double."

Bringing back his full attention to Tadara he tried to find out what it was that made him so emotionless.

"So what do you do usually?"

Letting his question sink in for a moment he followed up by asking some standart questions in order to see if his asumption was correct or he was far away from the reality.

"What is your family doing in this city? I cnat say i ever heard of a lager clan that was able to make honey with chakra."

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The man across from him would brush the subject aside before ordering a whiskey to the woman nearby. Tadara would glance at her as if he hadn't noticed her before. At least not consciously. He could dig through his memory and retrace every step she had taken. Whiskey wasn't of interest to Tadara. No alcohol really was. The chemicals he was capable of making enhanced the body...not debilitated it. However despite this reducing the points as Tadara kept a running tally of everyone's value...he was certain there was a magnetic force nearby. Even if he wasn't aware of his ability...or was somehow a new evolution with a similar ability...this brought his value well above the masses. Bloodlines with power in them were fascinating.

"Twelve ounces of water with four cubes of ice."

Tadara would say in his usual mundane soda...the girl would blink before taking their order and going to have it filled. Still the question of what Tadara did was an interesting one. The badge was supposed to be there to mark him as a shinobi on his coat...it was from the headband after all. Still that was not all he was...he had been conscripted into Iwas forces anyway for his medical talents. However he did have a day job that kept him fairly busy and was a good source of revenue and information gathering.

"I am the head of surgery at the Hospital here in Iwagakure...and a genin in the armed forces."

The man would continue to speak about not knowing of any large clan that produced honey with Chakra. Tadara wasn't surprised as it was not a common ability. Of course information on his clan was likely publicly available at the library. They had been a source of agricultural growth for Iwagakure before their downfall. Of course this meant little to Tadara. His clan was filled with people who did not seek to increase their personal value...of course filled was also a strong term. Accurate but misleading in size.

"At this time there are no large clans that can do so. The Kamizuru are on the verge of extinction. Very few remain from the purge from their battle with the Aburame. Very few beyond that who can utilize the bloodline at all. The clan should have been satisfied with our agricultural growth but instead fools led themselves to their death. It would not shock me in the slightest to discover I am the only one in the world who can produce honey. What is it you do Mr. Jensen?"

Tadaras statement confused Adam. Deciding to not beat too long around ht ebush he asked him simply:

"What does that mean? Whats so special about the ice cubes?"

If he wanted to answer him, he certainly would. And if not, Adam would likely not be albe to make a sense out of it anyways, so asking realy was the only option for him in this situation. Aside from that it probably would have mattered too much anyways, so his response likely wouldnt have too much impact. Realising now that it simply was his order as the waitres wrote it down he quickly stated, before Tadara was able to answer:

"Nevermind, i get it now."

His profession was in interesting one too. Head of the surgery at the local hospital and shinobi. So he was not only trained to heal damage, but also to cause it. An interesting duality to be sure, though certainly a valid one in Adams eyes. Bringing his thoughs into words he stated:

"Thats an interesting duality... i might take up on that some time..."

His words were leaving open a lot of  possibilities. Many harmless, though others maybe not so harmless. Eventualyl he likely would have to make contact there anyways. Bieng a shinobi went hand in hand with danger sometimes.

His last sentence gave Adam however something to think about. As far as he knew it wasnt a clan that could controll honey that got nearly annihilated my the aburame.

"As far as i know it was a clan that could controll bees that got defeated by the aburame eventually. Their bugs prooved superior to the bees from what i hearded and many people died... Not soemthing that suprises me a lot, given the reputation the aburame have as assasins and trackers."

Thinking shortly he added:

"As for what i do... just exist mostly... run an odd job a few times to keep me comfortable enough. Aside from that i dont have many things going for me to be fair."

After all it was true. He was living well enough for his tastes and could afford to go eat out some times and had most of the time his peace. The fact that with his salary he never seemed to run out of money was an added extra to be sure. Bringing his attention back to Tadara he asked him a simple questions with thousands of meanings:

"So what is it that you are going to do?"

Tadara would listen in silence in return to all the mans replies. Analyzing the words and calculating the possibilities. This one didn't hold any loyalties to anyone and...if his assessment was correct held access to a potent bloodline. One perhaps more common than Tadaras own. Being unique was both a blessing and a curse for Tadara. Leaving a signature behind with any kill on one hand. On the other...no one was ever prepared for him. No countermeasures in place. Not for a bee. Unless they had information ahead of time of course. At which point he would need a plan B in his line of work.

The issue was his line of work required secrecy. He may be acting on behalf of his leader and the leader of the nation....but not in a way that could easily come to light. There were dark alleys to be in at times...at the right times. His dark eyes would take in this man...he was cautious and curious...but would he have the stomach for the work or would he have to be a loose end? This one would need to be assessed for his value in a more active combat scenario. Field work...he wasn't a fan of it but he was curious.

Still the question hung in the air at the end. What was Tadara going to do? The truth was not a simple enough thing to answer. However the lie would be harder to conceal. A half truth than. Something that was neither a lie or incriminating. Tadara would take a moment as the drinks arrived and were set down. His own gaze going to his drink. To his irritation there were three cubes of ice in it. For a moment his eyes would seem to focus as they narrowed and glanced to the serving girl. She would step back as sweat would bead on her face a moment before she bowed nervously and backed away. Tadara would watch until she left before taking a breath and his eyes returned to that empty void. Such simple directions failed. How he despised the unintelligent around him.

"I seek a constant increase to my value. As such both study and experience are vital in ones growth. So I will be taking a C rank mission or a few once I find a suitable companion. Someone with a decent survival percentage. It is not a suitable task to have to find a new frontline every time. Though if they are up to it...soon I will be looking into a B rank."

Simply stating: "Increasing value seems oddly cold of a statement." Adam took a sip of the whiskey that the waitress brought him. And in fact it was cold. Everythign about the things he said, seemed to be cold in one way or the other. As if people were only ressources for him, that were expendable in some kind of way.

Another thing that Adam noticed were the odd, specific way he had ordered his water before, and the reaction he had when ht ewaitress forgot an ice cube in it. While there was nothing wrong with being specific, it was still odd and only added up to the expression that adam had about him before. Adam knew too well that this combinaion could lead to disaster easily.

Faking interest, adam asked tadara now: "What do you see as a suitable companion then? Seeing an ally's skill only an a suitable survival percentage is an odd way of seeing the persons you are working with. Aside from that... who says that your survival percentage high?" The question was open formulated, something that most people would be eager to answer, while questioning his abilitites made an answer even more likely.

From what he could see now, tadara semeed to be only focused on results, nothing else. Not the best prerequisites for anybody working together with him, so much was clear. Maybe he had his reasons, however they needed to be severe to excuse acting like this.

Tadara would not touch his water. He wouldn't even pay it any mind. The balance was off. He could feel the chill of the mountains winter air setting in around him now that he was no longer carrying a great deal of weight. Without the physical rigor of carrying around that jug he could feel the chill in the air setting in. His breath was not misting as much which indicated his internal temperature was dropping. He wouldn't remain as he was much longer. Still it was not the first time someone had mentioned him as being cold. He was a surgeon over being a doctor simply because it required less interaction.

Still those cold black eyes would take in Adam. His own preconceptions of the man were without enough data it seemed. He was a curious man and curious men were dangerous. Of course it was Tadaras job to ensure they were even more so. He could improve the man across from him if allowed. Turn him into an efficient killing machine. Of course that would require a less soft approach at the life around them. All beings were imperfect but science could improve them. Still the questions would keep coming. Much to the waste of valuable time it seemed to be imposing.

"An ideal mission partner is calculating and not driven by emotion. Someone with no qualms about death or destruction. Who is capable of handling the jobs that must be done. As for my own survival percentage....It is a variable I can control. So the who is a measured hypothesis devised by myself. Despite a lack of peer review. Simply because I have no peers. The human mind is mundane in comparison."

He knew his mind raced ahead of all the others he had met. Each moment spent with the less intelligent was a threat to his overall value. Of course he had found suggesting this fact to others simply proved to provoke their Ire. Often in displays of violence. You teach children to breath fire and use weapons....it is not uncommon for their immaturity to lead to violence. Highly unnecessary violence. Still the cold was pressing in and Tadara felt it touching him through the protective layers he was wearing. So he would need to quickly wrap this up.

"Do you have any other questions for me? Data collection is a fine art but I have been told at times it can appear as prying."

Asnwering Tadara, Adam said:

"Not at all. This concluded by and fulfilled my expectations."

Waving the waitress over in order to pay for the whiskey he had, Adam slowsly stood up as he emptied the glass. Closing his trenchcoat completely now he looked at his conversation partner before ultimatively stating:

"Well, in any ways it was nice meeting you. However i must take my departure now. There are things i have to tend to in time."

To Adam Tadara was overestimating his value by a lot. After all he didnt seem to be special in any kind, and the things he had been gifted with in one part, certainly were taken back in another ability. However this wasnt the reason he would be leaving now. It simply got cold and he had left his window open at home. Something that could ruin his evening easily.

Paying the waitress and leaving a tip, even if she ultimatively betrayed him, he waved tadara as he was leaving, stating:

"Maybe we will meet again..."

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Tadara would not reply to the man as he left. Instead he would simply watch with black and empty eyes. Tracking him even after he left until the magnetic pull itself faded away. Only once the man was gone would Tadara rise from his seat as well. Eyes searching the streets and the rooftops around him a moment before turning and walking away. Although about a hundred meters from the bar he would allow a single bee to emerge from his sleeve. Flying back to the bar with the mission to sting the girl. His water was missing an ice cube so she needed to be punished. The sting would only hurt for a small while though the poison would leave her feeling under the weather likely for most of the day. It was due course for her failure.

Still Tadara would stop by the market. Ordering a chemistry station from one shop..then proceeding to three other shops to buy his ingredients separately. Making sure none of the shops were near each other...so no one would be able to place the ingredients he was buying together short of stalking him. If he was below notice he wouldn't mind. However he would return home after spending 150,000 ryo and set about his work. Putting the ingredients together in careful measurements before concluding his theoretical and making it reality. He had taken the soldier pill as a base for the experiment and by harnessing almost the same ingredients on a narrower scale had made six god pills with the chemistry station. Without even a smile at his accomplishment he would box them separately. Each in a black box laid in black silk with three to a larger black box. With that done...he would need to meet with Chen soon to show his progress.

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9 posts = 90 exp
150,000 spent 50,000 on a chemistry station and 100,000 on six god pills (Cost of 3 but doubled due to Chemistry station)