The ground churned and the tree's wailed, groaning under the force of the chakra being funneled into them. The row of target dummies to his right buckled, growing gnarled and grotesque with no direction behind their growth.
Yamato fell to his knees at the center of the chaos, finally drained and sore enough to let the initial burst of anger dissipate.
He was distantly aware of Obito during the outburst but his mind shied away, something about that hurt, made him ache and feel small and long for the day before when he'd felt safe.
Everything felt too close, too keen, like a kunai edge under his ribs and in the wake of the destruction he'd caused, that need for control was like a burn he couldn't hope to sooth.
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Yamato fell to his knees at the center of the chaos, finally drained and sore enough to let the initial burst of anger dissipate.
He was distantly aware of Obito during the outburst but his mind shied away, something about that hurt, made him ache and feel small and long for the day before when he'd felt safe.
Everything felt too close, too keen, like a kunai edge under his ribs and in the wake of the destruction he'd caused, that need for control was like a burn he couldn't hope to sooth.