The Tide is High

O'uzu Beach, a vacation hotspot for those with enough money rapidly became the home to several events that drew in nationals from across Kishin. Fuyuki was well aware of this and decided to visit, though not entirely for leisurely activities. A need for networking outside of her social web being comprised mostly of Konoha locals was required for her to have an ear to the ground of events and resources happening world wide. While no professional in building relations she had a few reputable names she wanted to try meeting with first; names she knew were trustworthy given their international notoriety. The Stag Emporium was like a trustworthy brand name murmured by the masses that was unmistakable in quality. It's founder, Okane, was drawn to O'uzu Island for this event. Fuyuki speculated he had the same goal in mind, or something similar.

Ever since she arrived Fuyuki dedicated her days tracking Okane down. It wasn't easy, though she managed to narrow down his residency: the Emperor Resorts. It was the most lavish place to stay at O'uzu Island. Commoners could only dream of seeing its interior, and the rich could scrape by just enough for an annual stay. The Emperor Resort was designed with the Super Elite class in mind, catering to the aristocrats of the world. It would have been a good guess to make at the start, but Fuyuki was all about accuracy.

Managing to bypass hotel security though an elaborate heist she gained access to the lobby. Surely she couldn't dream to plan to sneak by Okane's security detail which she had no doubt he had one or several highly skilled ninja guards protecting him. The hotel security were more or less hired muscle and were easy enough for an apprentice ninja like herself to fool. Fuyuki knew it was best to be direct with Okane and to not try and misuse his trust.

Fuyuki dressed a bit formal by her standards for this opportunity. As a young woman with a tall athletic build, she has small golden eyes and long mossy green hair tied into a high ponytail. She has fringes of hair over her forehead with smaller strands framing her cheeks. Fuyuki wore a traditional outfit, a white yukata and a black hakama as well as a set of purple framed reading glasses. Waiting for an empty elevator she scanned a janitor's badge on the card reader attached to the directory to gain access to the penthouse suite.

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A chime of the bell signaled she was at her stop. Exiting the lift she checked the hallway down both ends before proceeding to the only suite there. Taking in a deep breath she sighed to steel her nerves. Raising a closed fist she knocked on the door three times before buzzing the doorbell.

Okane was in the finest suite on the island but once again he was finding himself bordering on rage. Someone was arranging to steal all the shipments in the world and his own was no exception. A massive loss had occurred for the stag Emporium. Millions of Ryo had been stolen and the only silver lining was personnel and shipping equipment had been spared. He wouldn't need to pay out for any families at least but still. Someone had dared to cross him and all he knew was there were pirates and bandits involved. The shipping lanes were compromised and he understood that the security he had placed on them were overpowered easily. Skilled individuals were at play and he could not figure out who they were. His spies were already on their way to each spot that got hit to search for clues but he would not simply wave off such losses. All his wealth and power and some fucking bandits took his money. He grit his teeth as he looked over the total projected losses on a sheet of paper before balling it up and chucking it at the fire with venom behind his actions. He was in a mood.

Okane himself was in a simple but expensive outfit. He was wearing black slacks with a tucked in black button up with the sleeves rolled up. The scars on his arms from torture were evident in his private quarters. Even the one running up his chin from his neck. Where they had marred his beautiful face for his vanity. His beard however was still trimmed in a forked style chin strap and his lion like hair was slicked back. Keeping his nearly glowing emerald eyes clear of hair except for a couple strands that framed his face. His belt buckle was made of silver and had the stag emporiums symbol of a stag skull imprinted on the front. Even his custom made black Oxfords with silver tipped toes decorated his feet with a fine polish present on them while an ebony and an ivory ring decorated each index finger. The room itself was spacious with a couch across from two chairs all black leather with a clean glass table between them and a fireplace to the side. A set of stairs moved up to the room on one side of the penthouse while the other side had access to an elaborate marble bathroom and personal kitchen. Fully stocked and with entirely up to date equipment. 

Fuyuki however would barely make it off the Elevator before she would immediately see two actually trained guards. Jounin by the look of them and both sporting emporium outfits with the symbol above the left breast. If she approached they would step in front of the door. They knew of Okane's itinerary and that he had canceled his appointments for the day due to his bad news he received. Still they wouldn't say anything to her. Instead one of the two would poke his head in the door and inform Okane he had a young lady guest. A shinobi by her movements. They were skilled in spotting potential threats after all. Okane would idly wave a hand to let her through. Curiosity was a gift really. Still as she was allowed in he would have moved to a counter nearby. Uncorking a crystal drink before pouring himself a single thin pour of what was surely an expensive drink. His gaze would shift over his shoulder if she entered before he would turn and idly swirl his drink.

"No doubt you know who I am...as it is likely your purpose here....However that puts me at a disadvantage. Who might you be?" His voice though lined with irritation was still like silk on the ears. A practiced tone and beautiful accent. A suna accent.