[the image clicks on to Sasuke looking a little annoyed, but this isn't unusual. neither, really, are the shadows of dark circles under his eyes. he hasn't had a good few nights rest, and today is no different. he's shirtless, but his left shoulder is wrapped in a bandage that is purely superficial.
he's turning a kunai over in his hand, a gift he received a while ago. it's a little ornate but obviously durable. some people might recognize it from when he's used it to train, or to fight.]
I think we lost just as many people as we gained this time around. [he's exaggerating, but it seems that way to him. normally he isn't so acutely aware of their losses. still, the annoyance flickers to life again.] I don't know how BREW expects us to win a war when we need to keep training new fighters to replace the ones that disappear.
I'm not going to waste my breath repeating what everyone else has said. Just be at training and learn your abilities so you aren't a burden on the rest of us. Your communicators have manuals, so if you're stupid enough that you didn't read them don't be surprised when you piss everyone off.
[he sighs, rolls his left shoulder, glancing over it as he hears movement in the apartment before turning back.]
By the way, Shibusen. I hope you're working as hard on those classes you were talking about as you did on these new communicators. And I'd like to know what the hell we were supposed to get for doing Excalibur's damn quest the other day.
[filtered to Kurapika/text]
Kurapika.