Slowly the fissures began to knit together and the training posts morphed straight, all taking on a Lion's head of their own, but otherwise showed no record of the scene they had been apart of. The further chakra drain was immediate, though only apparent in the low set of his shoulders and the heaviness of Yamato's already bruising hands.

His eyes closed at the invitation, filing it away for consideration and a measured breath later, he was turning away, calling out lowly before beginning a steady but slow pace back toward the village proper.

"..Some time later, Obito..but thank you."