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Characters: Naruto and Sousuke
When: December 27
Where: The park
What: Sparring and snow-related shenanigans
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings TBD
It’s been weeks since the last time Sousuke had an opportunity to spar. First it had been the injury to his arm that had prevented him from doing so. Then the subsequent sickness that had kept him bedridden for days. But the injury had vanished the moment his reiatsu was no longer sealed away, and the sickness long before that. He’s whole now, strong and healthy, and he feels the power surging through his body. It would be so easy to use it. To slip into shunpo, to rise above the snow and take to the air, unhindered by slippery, uneven ground. But that would be cheating, and he has no desire to cheat. Why would he? It isn’t about winning.
It’s the stretching of muscles too long dormant. It’s the rush of blood and the harsh rasp of breath. It’s the exhilarating sense of being alive, of movement and precise control. It’s what he spent centuries training to do, and his body falls into the motions with instinctive ease.
Lifting his eyes to Naruto’s, Sousuke smiles. His hair’s hanging in his eyes, but he doesn’t lower his guard long enough to brush it out of the way. There’s no need. It’ll just fall back down anyway.
“Tired yet?” There’s an undercurrent of laughter in his voice, the enjoyment he’s taking from the exercise evident in his expression. “Or do you think you’ve enough energy left for a few more rounds?”
When: December 27
Where: The park
What: Sparring and snow-related shenanigans
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings TBD
It’s been weeks since the last time Sousuke had an opportunity to spar. First it had been the injury to his arm that had prevented him from doing so. Then the subsequent sickness that had kept him bedridden for days. But the injury had vanished the moment his reiatsu was no longer sealed away, and the sickness long before that. He’s whole now, strong and healthy, and he feels the power surging through his body. It would be so easy to use it. To slip into shunpo, to rise above the snow and take to the air, unhindered by slippery, uneven ground. But that would be cheating, and he has no desire to cheat. Why would he? It isn’t about winning.
It’s the stretching of muscles too long dormant. It’s the rush of blood and the harsh rasp of breath. It’s the exhilarating sense of being alive, of movement and precise control. It’s what he spent centuries training to do, and his body falls into the motions with instinctive ease.
Lifting his eyes to Naruto’s, Sousuke smiles. His hair’s hanging in his eyes, but he doesn’t lower his guard long enough to brush it out of the way. There’s no need. It’ll just fall back down anyway.
“Tired yet?” There’s an undercurrent of laughter in his voice, the enjoyment he’s taking from the exercise evident in his expression. “Or do you think you’ve enough energy left for a few more rounds?”