Behind his mask, Raidou felt his eyebrows go up. “For one dead rogue?”

For the first time, all of Kakashi’s focus narrowed down to one thing, which was Raidou. It was a little like being speared in the eyeballs, except slightly less lethal.

“Get Yondaime-sama,” Kakashi said, in a voice like iced steel.

“Base—” Raidou started.

“Heard that,” Hajime said, over the open comm line. “We’ve already sent a relay message, expect a ten minute delay. We’ve got one of his special kunai here. Medics should be inbound, too.”

“Done,” Raidou told Kakashi, tapping two fingers to his radio-collar as punctuation. “Now let him look at your shoulder. Trials are on hold for a minute. We’re all just Konoha boys, okay?”

Ryouma’s dark head lifted, and his voice came slurred and weak. “They don’ bite, Hatake,” he managed. Then, “Maybe if you ask nicely...”

In the interest of seeming like a qualified field commander, Raidou swallowed his entirely inappropriate laugh.

Kakashi took a subtle breath through his nose, and visibly unclenched himself enough to walk over to Ryouma and crouch down next to him, only just within arm’s reach of Genma. He dropped his hand from the scalpel and turned, presenting a red-black smeared shoulder.

Good enough, Raidou decided.

He stepped closer to the little group in their glowstick light, and finally returned his attention to the earth jutsu keeping the cave’s ceiling up. Better not to destroy evidence, if there was any. He flicked two seals, changing the jutsu’s pattern by one small element, and forced the ceiling up with a dull crunch, molding it into a shape that would hold.

When that was done, he settled on Ryouma’s other side and carefully helped the man sit up, giving him a knee to brace his back against, while Genma turned his attention to Kakashi’s issues.