Not long after the clerk's office opened, the floor in front of the hall was swept.
The queue in front of the hall had just reached the threshold, and the formation was lined up straight along the wall.
The shop across the street had just opened, and the clerk was moving things to the door.
Kiyoshi came in from outside, holding the receipt in his hand.
The receipts are stacked, with the last column facing in, and the words at the end of the paper.
The words in that column are not his.
Flatten the paper and pause with your fingers on the edge of the last column. The surface of the paper is cool.
The roster page on the wall has been replaced with a new one.
His column in the center of the page is still there, and Green's row is in the book waiting to be returned.
The voices outside the threshold were low.
Those who spoke came closer to speak, and their voices dispersed as soon as they fell.
No one in the team spoke.
Do one thing in front of the counter, and move the line up a bit.
There is an inkstone on the corner of the cabinet and a pen hanging on the pen holder.
I got to the end of the queue, but the queue at the front was not moving very fast.
The person in front took the thing, looked at it twice, and then put it in his arms.
It's his turn.
The guard on duty raised his eyes from behind the cabinet.
"What to do."
Lay the receipts on the counter with the bottom column facing inward.
"Check files."
The guard's eyes fell on the piece of ink and paused.
While the order was being handed in, he retreated to the corridor pillar and waited.
There are two more stalls in the side corridor.
The one in the back is responsible for belongings, and the counter is narrower than the one in front of the hall.
There was a stack of handed-over papers spread out on the counter, with paperweights holding down the corners. The people handling the formalities flattened the papers one by one and waited for verification. The verification was very slow, and the seal was lifted before the next copy was turned.
The seal was replaced with a new one.
The ink pad turns red and becomes brighter than the old ink when it falls off.
The old seal is first placed on the transferred paper, and then the new seal is pressed over half of the paper.
The margin at the end of the paper is the same as the old seal at the front of the hall.
Hokage Building has changed people, but the procedures for Fifth Hokage are still the same.
The person doing the vesting process doesn't look at the roster on the wall, only the paper in his hand.
There was also a short queue in front of that stall, and the end of the queue turned behind a pillar.
Kakashi stood in front of the stall, holding a brochure in his hand.
The cover of the album was facing him. No one was queuing or leaving. His eyes fell on the counter and he followed the paper that was handed in.
The place where people stand is half a step away from the edge of the cabinet, and the other end of the side corridor is easy for people to walk.
Mikoto Check the page in the stall. After checking one page, click at the end of the column.
The pen moved smoothly without looking towards the front of the hall.
After one copy of the handover paper was completed, someone walked out of the side door carrying something.
There was a reply after a while.
The guard on duty raised his chin towards him.
"I don't check the personal column."
There was silence on the counter, and the sound of the team in front of the hall seemed far away.
He looked at the piece of ink and didn't move it.
The duty officer took out a process sheet from under the case and pushed it across the counter.
The list was pushed across the counter, and the corner of the paper scraped against the wood.
The paper is yellow in color, the columns are closely spaced, and there are narrow blank lines between the columns. There are small squares printed at the end of the lines, and the corners of the squares are scratched.
There is a numbered black stamp stamped on one corner.
The edge of the black stamp is missing a corner.
A line of small print at the top of the column indicates the scope of verification.
The bottom lines are fill-in columns, and the columns are separated and not next to each other.
The reason column is left empty.
I looked through the list line by line and saw the payment. The pen was resting on the side of the column without anyone urging me.
My fingers paused at the edge of the signature column, and then I filled in the origin of the last column. The words were written lighter than usual.
In the signature space, his own name was written.
The ink fell into the column lines and did not spill out.
The person on duty took the order and checked it over, and his eyes stopped at the checkout column.
The order and receipt were placed together and handed in.
The inner door curtain opened a corner and then fell back.
There was no one else on the way out of the way, and it was quiet inside the door curtain.
The man on duty raised his hand towards the inner room and gave way.
The inner room is darker than the front of the hall, and the shelf blocks the noise from outside the door.
There is a rack against the wall, the rack is high and reaches the top of the beam.
The books on the shelf are stacked one behind the other, with the spines facing outward, and the dusty areas are light in color.
The filing desk is in front of the shelf.
The countertop was wiped clean and there were weight stones placed on the corners.
The voices inside were so low that only the sounds of the words were heard through the shelves.
He tiptoed to pull out the booklet from the top.
The spine of the book was worn white, and the edge of the book edge was rough when turned by hand.
The booklet was placed on the countertop, with its corners turned up, and its footers pressed against a stone.
The stone was used to hold it down and the foot of the page was flat.
The album pages are thick, and the paper on the side openings is tightly laminated.
The paper holding the pages is brittle, the hand turning the pages is very light, and the sound of the pages is muffled.
I walked back page after page, letting the stone hold down the corners of the pages I turned.
After walking past the page where the roster was written, he stopped at the next page. There was a line of small words at the end of the page, and the column header was marked with the name of submission. These two words were behind the words. There was a small seal behind the words. The ink pad was dark. He turned the book half around in front of him, took his hand away from the edge of the page, and retreated to the other side of the shelf.
The rise and fall of the line of handwriting matches the ink in the last column, and the ending is also the same.
Next to that row of small words, the column lines are drawn very thinly, and you can only tell them clearly if you look closely.
The edge of the small seal matches the seal on the end rail.
The names are submitted before the roster is written. The page order is there and no one needs to read it.
Turning forward further, there are no words on the page.
What happened before was not left on the paper.
I can hold the line of small characters well and move them one stroke at a time.
The hand that turned the gear was placed on the gear rack, and he waited aside without looking at the person's face.
Someone nearby came to get other books, took out one, weighed it, and put it back.
He didn't ask who wrote the words.
No one said anything on the stage.
The sun slanted in through the inner window lattice and fell on the small line of characters at the end of the page. The light did not leave the room.
The order and receipt were handed back, and the fold on the receipt was still the same.
Fold the receipt and put it in your sleeve pocket.
When we came out, the queue in front of the hall was half shorter.
The front of the hall became quieter, except for the sound of seals.
Footsteps came from the side corridor, unhurried and slow.
Kakashi is standing outside the filing desk.
Kakashi still had the same booklet in his hand, with the back of the book clasped by his fingers. He placed the booklet flat on the edge of the stage without opening it, and took it back after a pause. He did not move closer to the stage, nor did he get out of the way. The sound of a team in front of the hall came through the door. Those who turned over the book took the book back to the shelf, and everyone was doing their own things inside and outside.
"That seal is the correct name."
"Submit your name before writing the document."
Kakashi put the booklet into the crook of his arm, with the cover pressed against his forearm.
"That's all that can be checked."
"Yeah, that's right."
No one asked any more questions, and the crowd in front of the hall filled the void.
After two sentences, the only sound left in front of the hall was the sound of paper turning at the end of the line.
He walked through the passage that can be verified, and his name was handed in by himself.
The list remains inside, and the name follows the process.
Kakashi After finishing speaking, the person returned to the other end of the side corridor.
At the other end of the side corridor, the stall that belongs to me is still open.
Before leaving, the duty officer pushed the stub of the process sheet across the counter and pressed his finger on the column where he came from.
The stub is a thin piece, with the black stamp pressed on the corner.
Stamp the missing corners and let the ink fill them in.
In the column where it comes from, there is a line of small words that says a reply.
The person who submitted the name came from not Hokage Building, but from outside the village.
Looking further into the details, there is nothing on the file, and there is nothing behind where it comes from.
I can only see that the line leads outside the village, and there is a registration gate on the other side of the border.
He had only walked past the other side of the village a few times.
The other side of the village was not on the road he had thought about.
The queue in front of the hall has almost dispersed. Those who have finished their work go out from the side door, and there are voices on the street.
The side door opened and closed for a while.
The stalls on the street have just been set up, and the heat is spreading against the eaves.
Brought along by the wind, it disperses quickly.
Fold the stub, put it together with the receipt, put it into your sleeve pocket, and push the corner of the paper against your pocket.
No one outside the door looked this way.
He walked out the door, turned his back to the clerk's office, and took a step.
The wind blew across the street, causing my clothes to flutter.
The paper in his pocket smacked lightly with his steps.
His hand paused for a moment on the receipt in his pocket.
The piece of ink in the last column is held under the finger through the cloth.
The name Chengwen Qiandi came from outside the village.
The street goes to both ends, one leads to the village entrance and the other leads to Main Road.
Who put that column was not written on the file, and he didn't ask.
He put his hands down, walked out the door, and headed down the street.