Kakashi watched it for six cold, sickening heartbeats, then felt the ice break out of his spine. The headache roared back and grabbed him by the temples, bringing shaking muscles with it. He walked forward with every intention of grabbing those bundles and taking them back to Genma, but wound up with his forehead pressed against the cold metal door, trying not to go down at the knees.

There were seals in the steel, licking against his skin. Chakra limiters, if he had to guess, and he remembered Genma's shout of no jutsu. The wrench of chakra ripping out of him, far too much for two simple kai.

That made one less card.

Genma smelled like a lifetime's worth of panic in a body too tired to handle it. Kakashi found his words, dragged up from down deep, and shook the diplomacy off them. "Still sane, Shiranui?"

Don't break on me.