As great as it may or may not have been to be the most powerful member of his Clan, there came a time when he had to admit that it was necessary to fully internalize the responsibilities that came with the position. Those included setting aside personal differences and meeting up with the leaders of other Clans to discuss the future of the village. There were a lot of details that would need to be hammered out to set Konoha on the right path to dominance of the continent without making too many enemies.
That was why he invited the other Clan Heads to this meeting: to get the long, boring, and frustrating parts of the process started as soon as possible so they could in turn be finished as quickly as possible. While he waited for them to arrive, he went through the requests and demands of his own constituents to sort out which ones he'd put on the table and which ones he'd just dismiss. It seemed that his Clanmates wanted as much authority and as little responsibility as they could get, as though the two weren't both sides of the same coin. Ashitaka would periodically put the scrolls down and rub his eyes. He really didn't want to deal with this. But it had to be done, or the village would be left floundering or condemned to remain a war society while the rest of the world moved on without them.
His priority was establishing vassalages in the minor nations, and his preference was that such a thing be done as peacefully as possible. Once a significant and burgeoning economy was up and running, everyone in the village could draw from it to act on their own plans. Ashitaka in particular wanted to rebuild his high-end forge so that he could return to the somewhat therapeutic process of crafting weapons. Although in hindsight, he found making buildings to be even more pleasant, so he decided he would look for a way to make doing so his responsibility in the upcoming meeting. He would still have to bind them in place, which was an inconvenience, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
He sat back in his chair and looked around. The office itself was quite plain, perhaps as part of a deliberate deception in case some intruder was looking for anything that looked too important. Its mint off-white walls cast the light coming in through the window softly enough that shadows were virtually invisible, and the carpet was made to look like grass, in contrast to the large bonsai tree in the corner near the window which was absolutely real. The meeting table was round and had its three chairs set at equal distances apart with enough space behind and around them for up to two bodyguards. Ashitaka had not brought any.
The chair he'd chosen to sit in faced the door across the table and left the window to his right, inviting the light to shine on that side of his face and body. Due to the diplomatic nature of the situation, he wore soft brown-over-tan robes that more properly complimented his usual moccasins than his typical attire, and no weapon. Of course, in order to deserve his position he by necessity didn't need one, but he felt it was the impression that counted. Instead he was armed with only a pen and the scrolls containing the topics he felt were fit for discussion.
And he waited.
That was why he invited the other Clan Heads to this meeting: to get the long, boring, and frustrating parts of the process started as soon as possible so they could in turn be finished as quickly as possible. While he waited for them to arrive, he went through the requests and demands of his own constituents to sort out which ones he'd put on the table and which ones he'd just dismiss. It seemed that his Clanmates wanted as much authority and as little responsibility as they could get, as though the two weren't both sides of the same coin. Ashitaka would periodically put the scrolls down and rub his eyes. He really didn't want to deal with this. But it had to be done, or the village would be left floundering or condemned to remain a war society while the rest of the world moved on without them.
His priority was establishing vassalages in the minor nations, and his preference was that such a thing be done as peacefully as possible. Once a significant and burgeoning economy was up and running, everyone in the village could draw from it to act on their own plans. Ashitaka in particular wanted to rebuild his high-end forge so that he could return to the somewhat therapeutic process of crafting weapons. Although in hindsight, he found making buildings to be even more pleasant, so he decided he would look for a way to make doing so his responsibility in the upcoming meeting. He would still have to bind them in place, which was an inconvenience, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
He sat back in his chair and looked around. The office itself was quite plain, perhaps as part of a deliberate deception in case some intruder was looking for anything that looked too important. Its mint off-white walls cast the light coming in through the window softly enough that shadows were virtually invisible, and the carpet was made to look like grass, in contrast to the large bonsai tree in the corner near the window which was absolutely real. The meeting table was round and had its three chairs set at equal distances apart with enough space behind and around them for up to two bodyguards. Ashitaka had not brought any.
The chair he'd chosen to sit in faced the door across the table and left the window to his right, inviting the light to shine on that side of his face and body. Due to the diplomatic nature of the situation, he wore soft brown-over-tan robes that more properly complimented his usual moccasins than his typical attire, and no weapon. Of course, in order to deserve his position he by necessity didn't need one, but he felt it was the impression that counted. Instead he was armed with only a pen and the scrolls containing the topics he felt were fit for discussion.
And he waited.