The Art of Sealing was one of Noriyuki's harder learned abilities as a shinobi. He had always struggled with his application of fuinjutsu but he was determined to add it to his list of capabilities with practice. He would start small for today's attempt with five kunai lined up next to one another on top a parchment. Some would argue that the task was too much for a beginner but he was hell bent and nothing could stop Noriyuki in that fired state. He was starting out with a basic sealing technique.
It wouldn't be easy given that Noriyuki started with little knowledge on the subject. He had some notes on fuinjutsu but they could only do so much, especially for him who was more of an active learner. He was as active as he could be with the tools and parchment, ready to perform the simple sealing jutsu. "Can't be that hard Noriyuki." handseal formed he proceeded to try transfer his chakra into sealing the kunai but nothing happened. "Okay it's hard." he admitted in defeat but never forfeit. He would try again, closing his eyes, and focusing with a little more intent.
He failed repeatedly, to the point where he realized he would need help. Going to seek it out was a matter of where he'd find it but going off of rumoured talk, The Uzumaki were supposedly the best at it. He would look for an Uzumaki then, even if it meant leaving The Sound. Clans were scattered far and wide in their world. He'd possibly have to travel to find a master and even then it was no guarantee that they would take him on as a student.
He asked around The Sound, being pointed in every which direction until he found a promising lead by the name of Sayuri Akiyama. Supposedly she was the child of an Uzumaki which ticked one box. There was no telling if she could seal anything but it was his easiest lead. She was a seamstress apart from being a kunoichi so Noriyuki figured the best place he'd find her at would be at her place of work. Luckily he'd gotten an address to where she was based and after a brief walk he was knocking on a door.
Work, work, work. It never seemed to have an end... Which was why you should always do something you found joy or some sense of accomplishment in! Love your work and you'll never work a day in your life and all that right? At least that was largely how Sayuri's mindset was - most of the time... Other times a design or repair of an article of clothing was proving to be more of a challenge than initially expected. And that was sure to put a stop to her humming and her enjoyment of sewing!
Tempted to burn both the shirt and her tools she was working with, she pushed it away and left it on the table for her to return to a little later. Tea. She needed it badly as an excuse to calm down and to stop herself from ripping the fabric to shreds. As she made her tea she would gaze out the window by her kitchen. She could see the village situated not far from one of the hideouts of the Sound Village. Of course only those in the know would know it was there. Her own house was a little walk away from the village's hustle and bustle, so it meant she could enjoy the silence of nature while having the Sound's resources close at hand. Very nifty. The only downside perhaps was the fact she could easily be summoned if trouble was brewing or if some jounin needed her to sweep a floor or something boring they couldn't be bothered to do themselves.
With a steaming cup of tea she returned to her work, this time attacking the problem with more distance and a calmer mindset. It was boding well.
Until it didn't. The patch tugged at the fabric and made it crease... With a huff she started to rip the stitches up so she could start over. At this point she could just make a new shirt! "Tch... Stupid li-"
A knock on the door drew her out of her focus and she couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse to be disturbed. Nonetheless the chuunin rose to her feet, grabbing her cup of tea with one hand and made her way to the door. And who could it be? She opened the door and leaned against the doorframe as she took in the visitor. She sipped her tea.
"Nori-something right? Uchiha from platoon one if I am not mistaken. Whaddya need?"
She was rarely as formal as she needed to be, she blamed it on her upbringing.