This career indeed, as if Sasuke had ever considered a future as anything other than Itachi's shadow. Whatever deviation from that path had been pushed upon him as the result of turns he hadn't even realised he'd made until after the fact. What this was now, where he was headed and what it meant --
He didn't know, and he couldn't afford to think about it now. Instead he merely nodded, taking a deep breath and reminding himself: control of the body is as much willpower as strength. He exhaled as they rounded on the seal point, forcing awareness of each muscle group through his mind and relaxing them with technical, medical precision.
"It's about forty-five minutes by goshawk, sensei," he muttered, low enough that only Obito would be able to make out the words clearly, reminding himself what his own voice sounded like in a normal unexpected morning training. It helped that he'd travelled so quickly back; he looked ruffled enough that it might pass for a teenager rolled unceremoniously out of a warm bed. He just needed to sound like he was emitting the complaining tones of one.
"Less than that if we each take a bird and lighten their load."
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He didn't know, and he couldn't afford to think about it now. Instead he merely nodded, taking a deep breath and reminding himself: control of the body is as much willpower as strength. He exhaled as they rounded on the seal point, forcing awareness of each muscle group through his mind and relaxing them with technical, medical precision.
"It's about forty-five minutes by goshawk, sensei," he muttered, low enough that only Obito would be able to make out the words clearly, reminding himself what his own voice sounded like in a normal unexpected morning training. It helped that he'd travelled so quickly back; he looked ruffled enough that it might pass for a teenager rolled unceremoniously out of a warm bed. He just needed to sound like he was emitting the complaining tones of one.
"Less than that if we each take a bird and lighten their load."