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Characters: blindingrevenge & sarneveshte
Location: roof of the Communal
Rating: PG for fighting?
Time: afternoonish? idk Aug 18
Description: Sasuke was looking for a teacher, but he got a sparring match instead.
This wasn't quite what Sasuke had been expecting. While having someone to fight would help him release some tension from finding out his brother was here- and blind- it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to find someone better than himself, someone who could help him get stronger and wouldn't dick around about it, either. The only person who'd seemed even half serious had been that guy who was more annoying than anything else. But, it sounded like he fought using a style similar to Sasuke's own, and Sasuke couldn't think of anyone else, because hell would freeze over before he even considered asking Rock Lee or anyone else from his world. Sasuke's jaw clenched as he stood on the lip of the Communal's roof, arms crossed. Everything was pretty messed up because of that damn BREW device.
If he couldn't find someone to help him train, having Itachi here would mean absolutely nothing.
The too-warm wind caught his shirt, tugged on his hair as if that grinning sun above was making fun of his thoughts. He hardly glanced up at it, resolutely refusing to give in to the itching feeling of being mocked. Soon, his opponent would be here, and he would have other things to focus on.
Location: roof of the Communal
Rating: PG for fighting?
Time: afternoonish? idk Aug 18
Description: Sasuke was looking for a teacher, but he got a sparring match instead.
This wasn't quite what Sasuke had been expecting. While having someone to fight would help him release some tension from finding out his brother was here- and blind- it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to find someone better than himself, someone who could help him get stronger and wouldn't dick around about it, either. The only person who'd seemed even half serious had been that guy who was more annoying than anything else. But, it sounded like he fought using a style similar to Sasuke's own, and Sasuke couldn't think of anyone else, because hell would freeze over before he even considered asking Rock Lee or anyone else from his world. Sasuke's jaw clenched as he stood on the lip of the Communal's roof, arms crossed. Everything was pretty messed up because of that damn BREW device.
If he couldn't find someone to help him train, having Itachi here would mean absolutely nothing.
The too-warm wind caught his shirt, tugged on his hair as if that grinning sun above was making fun of his thoughts. He hardly glanced up at it, resolutely refusing to give in to the itching feeling of being mocked. Soon, his opponent would be here, and he would have other things to focus on.