A Test

Corleone sat in his office as he thought long and hard about the situation at hand. As he was the Kazekage, it was his job to see to it that this job be done correctly. He had sent a reliable team to handle the issues, but something in him didn't agree at all. The enemy was after one that was a deadly foe, and he may have just sent his own shinobi into the lions den. Finally he stood up as he paced the office, the numerous books that would normally have filled the room were gone. Completely filed and all papers had been signed, with the help of his temporary assistants he had finished his job with several days to spare. He could risk seeing into some things without anyones concern. He weaved a few hand-signs, taking his time as there was no true need to rush. Instantly a clone of himself appeared infront of him, completely identical even down to the chakra the clone gave off. No words needed to be spoken, the clone knew what it was meant to do and found a seat in the Kage's chair.

Satisfied with this, Corleone approached the window and looked out upon his village. This was his pride and joy, his reason that he had not retired and allowed some younger person to take over. He knew he was still needed and couldn't leave the village with a new Kazekage until he found a suitable person for the job. He gave a final look at his clone, who regarded the look with a nod, then vanished out the window. His objective was clear, and nothing would see that this plan would fail. "Failure, is not an option," he said with a a calm face. He would trail his targets, until they achieved the their goal. This to was a test to see if one particular person among his targets had the skill to make this possible without any screw ups.

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