| [Jan. 1st, 2011|06:49 pm] |
Ginta was, by ninja standards, a sensible agent -- and therefore not stupid enough to reveal Ryouma's original destination. If he stayed sensible, he'd hold those details hostage until they were miles from the village and Kakashi wasn't a flight risk.
Kakashi grunted acknowledgement, rolled his shoulders, and sent his chakra thrumming through his muscles. A fast and dirty warm up, designed for ninja with no time. The East Sea Road was only on the other side of Konoha, connecting the village to the coast.
He formed quick seals, caught hold of Ginta's armoured shoulder, and translocated them both.
When they landed in a crack of smoke, in the midst of a clearing Kakashi occasionally used for training, Ginta dry-heaved, staggered with a curse, and whipped around to glare through his mask. "Let me do my own translocations, bastard!"
Kakashi was already leaping up into a broad-limbed tree. "I get no directions, you get no warnings," he tossed over his shoulder. "Even trade."
Ginta scrambled after him. "Making me puke is a waste of your chakra and our time," he said tightly. He drew level with Kakashi on the third leap, landing shoulder-to-shoulder on a branch the width of a table. "Also, have you ever barfed into your mask? Yes? It sucks. Don't do it to other people."
Kakashi snorted. "If you can't deal with mission conditions, don't run missions."
The indrawn breath at his shoulder sounded like the prelude to a long, involved shouting match.
"Mission conditions usually--" Ginta began.
Kakashi changed gears, breaking from the standard mile-eating lope up to a hard, fast sprint. The same pace he'd used to track down Ryouma and Tsume, back in Febuary. The same pace he'd used to chase after Ginta, barely a month later.
"--involve letting capable agents do their own translocations," Ginta shouted after him. There was a swirl and flare of arctic blue chakra; Ginta speeding up, Kakashi assumed. Despite the weak ankle, Ginta was running pretty well, looking his usual lethal self in his bright, clean armour. He was probably bracing the injury with chakra.
"And I gave you directions! Parallel the East Sea Road!"
Which was exactly where they were. Kakashi ran, breathing steadily, waiting for Ginta to work that out. |
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