If there was a way to look excited about what medic-nin thought was an assessment, Sasuke didn't want to know it. He was reasonably certain that even Tsunade had hated it. That had to be the reason she was so delighted to administer testing when she was around.
The prospect of a practical examination on his combat skills -- by Itachi, no less -- easily outshone the dread of what the medic-nin would cook up, however. Sasuke was already halfway up the stairs by the time Itachi added the his last sentence, shouting a wordless acknowledgement down as he scrambled into his usual gear and packed a medkit. He was back downstairs in just a few minutes, grateful that missions had so quickly taught him how to be prepared in as little time as possible.
no subject
The prospect of a practical examination on his combat skills -- by Itachi, no less -- easily outshone the dread of what the medic-nin would cook up, however. Sasuke was already halfway up the stairs by the time Itachi added the his last sentence, shouting a wordless acknowledgement down as he scrambled into his usual gear and packed a medkit. He was back downstairs in just a few minutes, grateful that missions had so quickly taught him how to be prepared in as little time as possible.
"I'm ready."