| [Dec. 31st, 2008|01:00 am] |
"We oughta get one of those cameras one time and film it, so you can see," Tsume said, tracking his movements as he padded and rubbed. It was obvious enough his cough was bothering him, but he seemed to be dealing with it.
She had more important things to worry about, anyway; Kuromaru had drifted off into sleep in the sunshine, which wouldn't have been bad at all if his chakra didn't feel so low. She settled a hand on his thick fur, reaching out through battered pathways to try and trace his energy.
It hummed deep in his bones, steady but quiet. Very quiet. She shook him a little and got no response.
Blackflies in June.
"You got any chakra left after that kenjutsu?" She looked up at the still-pacing ANBU. The hospital wasn't far. If she'd had the ability, she could have pumped chakra into her muscles and carted Kuromaru home... but she couldn't run it, since they amputated her links and butchered her pathways. |
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