| [Dec. 31st, 2008|12:00 am] |
Hayate was a little more than half-way finished with his okonomyaki, eating between questions and answers. With a fuller stomach and an older ANBU actually paying attention to him, he was feeling rather cheery. Despite the cold weather. And the fact that the bench was still cold--his behind was pretty cold, too.
Disadvantages of being a twig, Hayate thought with resignation. No way of keeping warm. At all. Brr.
"Unique?" Hayate smiled up at her, crooked and warm. He noticed that, with her on the back of the bench and him on the seat, he was roughly eye-level with her elbows. "No. Like I said, a katana isn't really a weapon most ninja use, so the Konoha style has just fallen into disuse. Also, some of the chakra patterns are very tricky. It relies more on speed--" His voice caught and quit.
He ducked his head and coughed, maybe about three times. It wasn't bad, even though it probably sounded like it. He cleared his throat roughly and went on, voice pitched low and soft to keep the strain down.
"It relies more on speed and tight chakra control than large amounts of chakra," he finished. His voice was frayed out and softly ragged. It made him realize how much he was talking, and he realized that even if he was enthusiastic about the subject, Tsume might not be. He winced a little. She had asked, but....
"Sorry 'bout rambling on like that," he murmured. He eyed his food and took another bite, determined to finish it before it got cold. |
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