"Hn," Ginta agreed. Too worn to argue. At least Kakashi had a plan, and he could best judge how long he could run. It was far from ideal, racing for the wider Kintama river with the sun rising, but there was no choice. Waterfall ninja wouldn't all be needed for fire-fighting, even if the flames grew. Some would be sent to hunt them. Some undoubtedly already were.

When had he last eaten? He couldn't remember. It had been right before he'd gone in after Tsuyako--a hastily gulped pair of rat bars, dry and chalky, and a soldier pill, which was what had kept him going since then. That had been... two days ago? Was that all the time that had passed? He'd been hungry, but that had gone in a wash of chemicals and injury.

Before that... Before that he and Tsuyako had eaten together at an udon stall in the city. Their last meal before they commenced the operation. Even the udon had tasted of metal and ammonia--the stinking chemical brew that tainted the ground water of Komatsuyama

The clone shifted its hold on him, settling his center of gravity closer to its own. Ginta looked up at Tsuyako's shrouded corpse, and found Kakashi's eye on him, sharp and narrowed in an utterly weary face. Waiting for Ginta to answer.

"Don't know. What day is it?"