The young man would find himself being requested to remove his shirt, followed up by a comment of 'unless you're shy' which only made him have a quick and subtle chuckle. "Now now, what would others think, seeing me in your office stripping down."
he said with a grin following, the man standing up while he did. "Imagine what people will be whispering about the head of the Inazuma clan and the young beauty of the Chinoike...or is this just a ploy to see me without a shirt?"
he said through his grin, teasing her a bit. The man was confident, that was for sure. She could end him in a second if she wanted, but he couldn't help but let the natural charm slide in--especially when she seemed to play off of it.
The young man would oblige her though, first removing his baldric that held his sword over his back, setting it down on the chair he had been sitting in. The man would grip both hands onto the collar of his shirt, and lift, slipping his head out and shimmying for Shimiko just a lil as he slipped the shirt off his body, revealing both the work of art that was Arashi's sculpted body, muscles toned, almost the perfect mixture of muscle, lean, and tone--while also revealing the rather beautiful work of ink
that crossed most of Arashi's back, with the vibrant literal blood red leafs curling around his side a bit--almost matching up with the leafs on his arm if they had been revealed. He stretched just a little, and rolled his shoulders, maybe cause he needed to--maybe just to 'flex' a little in Shimiko's presence. It surely wasn't past the man to do so."I do hope I'm not too...distracting"
he said with a grin cast her way. It did seem she took a moment to even stand up, just a small pause for her to get a nice view of the shirtless man in front of her, before Arashi watched Shimiko stand from her seat, and approach him. Now that she had removed her hands from in front of her features, Arashi couldn't help but not notice the very subtle blush crossing the woman's features. Ah, so she was
enjoying this, if only just a little. But he left it alone, amber hues watching as the beautiful blonde Jashinist would activate her Doujutsu, noted by the shift in her eyes, Arashi seemingly not phased by the shift from a shimmering Jade to Red--it wasn't the first time he'd seen the Chinoike's bloodline limit activated in his life.
The man was requested to turn around, which he would, turning himself about to show her his back, her surely getting a full view of the ink forever emblazoned in it. The red of the leafs peeking through the clouds was bright, such a eye catching pop of color. What she likely didn't know was the fact there was real blood mixed into the ink for those. Same with the tattoo still hidden on his arm. The young Hayate would feel the woman's hand come to his back, feeling her soft skin meet his, making him arch his back just a tiny hint in recoil but otherwise letting her fully do her job. She seemed to run this hand over his back until finding a place she had been satisfied with. He wasn't watching, probably a good thing she didn't intend to hurt him.
The man felt her hand once more, this time applied with some force, him holding firm as her hand contacted his back, and the sealing itself with take place. He didn't get to see it, although the spark of chakra did ignite a quick like as the seal was activated and brought to lfie by it. Luckily it didn't leave a visible mark, Arash glancing over his shoulder after feeling her pat his shoulder, watching her step back and shrug before claiming it was finished, giving him a cheery smile. This would earn a bright smile back from him in return. He glanced down to where she had used it on him, at least the best he could trying to look over his shoulder--probably worth a chuckle watching--him glad to tell it left nothing oddly placed over his work of art. Would hate to have such ink go to waste with some Fuuin Formula sticker slapped over it.
Arashi turned back around while continuing to smile, the man standing about seven inches higher then the woman standing before him. "Now see, I thought it'd be hard and painful...but that was just a pleasure, might as well have tickled."
he joked with her about the Fuuinjutsu process, giving her a full face smile--eyes shut and all. He'd go back to look her in the eyes, Amber hues looking to meet her either crimson or emerald gaze. "I do hope that Fuuinjutsu was as you said it was...I'd hate to become some slave, fanning you as you sit in your throne, while being nothing but eye candy cause you sealed my soul to serve yours."
he continued to kid with her, giving the shorter Kumo Kunoichi a playful wink as he did. Who knew, maybe such a thing wouldn't be that
bad. He'd grab his shirt and sword from the chair, and simply slung them over his shoulder, not taking the time to put it back on just yet. He wasn't shy, that was for sure."I do appreciate it, Shimiko...I know asking permission to leave the village for some time is a big request, and not so quick to be given out to just everybody. I'm glad you are willing to let me pursue Hyoketsu...He doesn't even know our father, former head of the clan Hikotaka, was murdered a couple years ago..."
he seemed to shift to a much more serious conversation, letting her know he did genuinely appreciate the responsibility she was granting him, while bringing up the fairly recent death of his father--reason he had became the leader of the Inazuma at such a young age, even more at such a weak stage in his life. Surely many of the older members was stronger then him...but the clan had liked Hikotaka as leader, however short a time it was, and trusted his son Arashi with the task following his death. This would've been pretty big news in Kumo, seeing as the Inazuma had a hand in Kumo's founding only a number of years back, during Arashi's lifetime even. "Thank you...Shimiko-sama"
he ended it with, giving her a more normal smile now, and reaching out with the hand he hadn't been using for holding his sword and shirt over his shoulder, palm open and up, inviting Shimiko's hand. If she'd oblige him, the man would bow to just below her height, while raising the young woman's hand up, a gentlemanly brief kiss to the back of her hand, before gently letting it down and go, standing upright, continuing to give her a smile. If she instead took his hand in a more handshake fashion, that'd be what he'd do instead...or maybe he'd be left hanging, which was fine--but a bit awkward for him. Who knew how this would go, maybe she'd just be like 'off with ye' head in the name of Jashin' and his story ended here.