Even with Kakashi there, his sleeping hours had been restless; a majority of the night spent sweat soaked and gasping, anchored only by the Jounin's palm between his shoulders as he let the terrors take their course.

Dawn had been a syrup slow respite and Yamato had departed for the training grounds as soon as his morning routine allowed, stripping off his flak and attacking the set of wooden training posts with a ferocity he reserved for full on combat. The steadily developing bruises helped though; worked away the frustration and helplessness in flurries that he could direct and control, unlike his emotions..

Obito's appearance had been expected, but not eagerly anticipated, though the casual greeting meant that this at least wasn't an official confrontation...yet.

A high guard, low block and flurry of switches later, Yamato finally panted a reply.

"Depends on what you need."

Try as he might, he couldn't keep the ire from his voice. Oh he wasn't looking forward to this at all.