In need of a skilled Engineer

The hustle and bustle of Gyo's wide domain was in full swing, wares being vended and all manner of corrupted pleasure on display for any to consume. It was highly unusual for someone to traverse the area with such single-minded intent as this interloper, as most people invariably found something of interest. Whether bauble of risqué show, people found some reason to part with their hard earned coins, items, or secrets. Luckily, the Tranquility Base took nearly any form of payment. However, this honey-eyed man seemed to have some thought, some central intent that brought him through the surrounding area and into the tower, requesting respectfully but bluntly an audience with Gyokusho from a woman working the front desk. His demeanor previously had already tipped off a few people, peaked some curiosities, though no one would recognize him beyond the unusual directness. Nothing bad, but noteworthy. The woman looked up from her work, smiling at him as he spoke but allowing a fleeting look of confusion to flicker across her face.

"Hm... let me check." People did not normally ask for Gyo, and if the woman was honest she would probably say she found him a little... odd. He kept a bizarre schedule even at the best of times, and would fluctuate between lavishly wasting time and studiously producing a treasure trove of items. Now, he was in one of his later moods, so she knew he was physically in, and he had never complained about interruptions before. His calendar was also free, though he never updated it so who know what that mattered. Eventually, she decided to send him up. "Elevator 2, Mr...?" She'd pause for a moment, though would allow him to head up regardless. "Top floor; Gyokusho-san should be in, but he may be in the middle of a project. He's always open to new clients though."

Assuming that Kiyogi would head up, he would swiftly arrive on the top floor, the elevator opening up to a large open space, a few people in robes milling about, a couple eating. The space was less of an office or work space as it was a huge hot spring, despite being many floors above the ground. However, there was a space large enough for perhaps 2 offices but dwarfed by the spectacle of the room in which Gyo sat at a large desk, going back and forth between a variety of ledgers and financial accounts. He did not particularly like doing this, but it was part of his job, and it was no special challenge. Plus, he needed a small break from his recent bout of crafting, pumping out arms and gadgets at pace he had not for some time. Should Kiyogi choose to approach, he would find the dashing blond garbed in what appeared to be some kind of shapeless dress or kimono, utterly bone white, and appearing as if it had been crafted from thousands upon thousands upon thousands upon thousands of spider webs. It you squinted, it could have easily been a robe instead. Regardless of what exactly it was and how strange it may have looked, the massive, draping garb was at the very least of the finest make. Even to an untrained eye or to one with no fashionable tendencies, the sheer quality of what seemed to be pure silk would shine out, visible plainly. It was odd, though in a way more subdued that some of his pieces.

Meanwhile, Seiko, Gyo's personal attendant and de-facto accountant, would meet the man at the elevator, the secretary having paged to alert of a potential customer. He bowed, but otherwise did not speak, simply gesturing for the visitor to head over to the little alcove where Gyo worked. Gyo, enthralled in both the ledgers as well as a few designs he was working on, sat without looking up, each hand working seemingly independently from one another as he made modifications to paperwork with his left and continued to add details to the schematics of a bow with his right.

Busy with his work and with Tadara moving almost completely silently, Gyo did not take any special note of his arrival for a second or two, continuing to scribble away and move pages and scrolls here and there. The tedium of accounting did not spark any special joy in him, though diagraming out blueprints was only marginally more interesting. But, he'd needed a break from the forge and the labs for at least a few minutes, and the work was not going anywhere without him, so he'd settled in. Eventually, the shadow of the man drew his attention and Gyo's eyes drifted up to appraise the other, unsure who this was. The strange, shifting rainbow of his vision would wash over Kiyogi, taking him in without any sense of reservation, a small, lazy smile on his face. Should the other choose to remain silent, he would draw out the exchange for a few seconds more, an uncomfortably long period of total quiet for most. To one of Kiyogi's intellect, it should be clear he was waiting for the man to speak. Should he not...

Well good morning, um... He'd trail off, allowing the other a moment's introduction should he wish to take it. Gyo did not have any issue breaking the ice, though also had no idea what this man wanted. Most people seeking crafting services just went by his shop, so to find him in the tower could mean something of a political slant. Considering his own crafting prowess, it always amazed and amused him that he did not have more courtiers or supplicants. But, he was in Kiri after all, and the people here were... not known culturally for their intelligence or shrewdness. He shifted some of his papers into a stack, clearing space before him as the various pieces of work were sorted neatly into their separate locations. I assume you've come to see me? If so, please, take a seat, he gestured to one of the two, comfortable looking chairs before his desk, if not, the hotspring is open and you're free to help yourself. Towels are available in that closet along the far wall, as are lockers for any personal belongings. No fee or anything required.

The man seemed somewhat odd, if for no other reason that his apparent commitment to not speaking. Perhaps he was mute? Gyo wondered what could have brought him here and hoped he'd indicate something he wanted.

Certainly this Kiyogi seemed quite strange, but not entirely unpleasant. Plus, the idea that he required a level of privacy peaked the blonde's interest quite a bit. It gave the same kind of conspiratorial vibes as Ren had, even if neither in fact held any kind of conspiracy. And, of course, no one knew he knew it was Ren. A pleasure, Kiyogi-san. And of course, please come this way. The palatial crafting school held many rooms of a private nature for meetings with groups both large and small. Pulling the man into one was nothing at all, and Gyo quickly gestured to another comfortable chair as he delicately poured two glasses of fresh sake, as well as some plane spring water for the two of them. Kiyogi should feel no special need to partake, but Gyo did know how to host and despite the man's stiffness he would not allow his manners to subside.

When the other unfurled the two scrolls, Gyo allowed for his rainbow eyes to hungrily scan through the impeccably depictions. Very intriguing. It's a rare mind in this world of ours that appreciates the utility of engineering, to be entirely frank. Gyokusho meant that statement quite seriously, regardless of his normally flippant behavior. Ninja seemed obsessed with having 1 tool to do all jobs, which had always struck him as patently absurd. Though even in his current ruminations, another, unrelated concept flashed into his mind. Inoculations you say... I take it you are not a Kiri native, similar to myself. Pray tell, from whence do you hail? Gyo asked the question obviously to gather information on who this man might be, but also to pass the conversation pleasantly as he continued to mentally translate the designs into physical objects. Modify that small piece there, alter a measurement or two here. His eyes swirled and sharpened at the idea of "trade." Aha.

Yes, I think I understand. This first mechanism bears a resemblance to some projects I have previously engaged in. For a village though it would need to be quite large. Not an issue, but you'd need to do some instillation once you return. This other.... he reached the the scroll with the puzzle box on it, a kind of child's toy turned to something marvelous. He flowed a spike of chakra through him, mostly to his brain. Should Kiyogi prove a sensor he would notice, though the action held no malice nor any real force behind it. Ingenious, really, if I'm understanding correctly. It, hm. He paused for a brief second. It probably won't really be able to to store every treasure and coin of ryo as a traditional vault, but internal space should prove no issue. Fascinating concept I must say. For a defensive enchantment, I assume you mean to deter would be theft, correct? It was possible the man meant something else entirely by defense, such as hiding it more effectively of something of the sort.

Using Wandlekoning to get S rank Int for the blueprints. B rank if I recall of the top of my head.

Were he to claim that none of this seemed fishy, Gyo would be lying even more extravegantly than he normally did. However, his ears perked and his eyes rose at the mention of some special techniques as a means of trade. If he read correctly between the lines, this man proposed the exchange of the "exclusive" techniques the villages guarded with varying degrees of security. Suna, for example, had historically almost no protection, though that had changed recently. Further, while some techniques were undoubtably powerful or useful, many left much to the imagination, and often the unique abilities of the vary powerful outshone many of these. Still.... there were a few he could make use of, to be certain. And so, dubious motivations aside, Gyo figured he could help the man out.

Of course. Inoculation is highly important. Perhaps you could make a medicine to combat this most recent wave of sleeping sickness that seems to be making its rounds. He tossed the other man a wink. Maybe the other could, though Gyo doubted it. He was no doctor in all fairness, but he was a highly proficient chemist who had no thoughts on how to combat the disease. Then again, he had not paid it too much mind. He mumbled, half to himself and half to the client, 1,000 meters, of course. It won't need to be quite as large as I had thought then, but no problem. For a defensive enchantment hm.... a kind of barrier springs to my mind immediately. I've heard there is actually a burgeoning genius of barriers in the village now, though I haven't met him. But if it's a more basic kind of defense I can accommodate. I'll cook something up. He paused briefly to allow Kiyogi to speak, in case he had any further input.

His other hand continued to roam across a paper, doodling through the contraption and working on the barrier. It made sense to him to use the enchantment as a focus for the bearer to conjure a protective dome or wall as required. Judging just off of looks and mannerisms, this other fellow may well struggle with some of the extremely wide ranging techniques that some could use, much like himself. A shield was thus always quite valuable, even as a last resort. A retiring shinobi you say? How fascinating. I imagine their homeland quite upset with them, but it's our gain and their loss I suppose. From whence had this retiree learned of such wonders? He asked not of his homeland - he somewhat suspect this to be made-up - but instead after where he might expect knowledge to come from. Kumo had a few useful techniques Gyo could use, as did Iwa, though he did not know what options may have wandered into his humble shop.