"If you've really been asked to talk to me about my last mission, you'll understand why I want to see your papers," Sasuke said, voice hard, before remembering the belated: "Yamato-san."
It wasn't impossible that Obito would have sent someone to talk to him, but Sasuke had expected someone from Intel if anything. ANBU was something else entirely, and for a promotion to be a potential topic was outright strange, unless he was being promoted for being a mess of a shinobi and a failure when it came to taking adequate responsibility for his own mistakes.
He'd made his Hokage and sensei cut the throats of children for him. Nothing that Obito said could counter that truth, the reality of it.
"If you want more privacy to show me, I can set a sound muffling seal --" He glanced around the small park, spotting a set of trees and a lamppost close enough to form the four corners of one. "There."
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It wasn't impossible that Obito would have sent someone to talk to him, but Sasuke had expected someone from Intel if anything. ANBU was something else entirely, and for a promotion to be a potential topic was outright strange, unless he was being promoted for being a mess of a shinobi and a failure when it came to taking adequate responsibility for his own mistakes.
He'd made his Hokage and sensei cut the throats of children for him. Nothing that Obito said could counter that truth, the reality of it.
"If you want more privacy to show me, I can set a sound muffling seal --" He glanced around the small park, spotting a set of trees and a lamppost close enough to form the four corners of one. "There."