Now was not the time for Obito to be stubborn. The idea of treading this ground again, of being treated differently for it, turned Yamato's stomach to the point that he swallowed back bile, spitting sweat and spite at the ground between his feet.

The blows continued, methodical and devistating and not holding back an ounce of strength to save his steadily aching limbs.

He couldn't reply, couldn't acknowledge Obito's self–assuredness without fanning the flames of his fury more.