[ He's sat in the same place he has been for the past four hours - so stationary that his minders have retreated to long-distance monitoring and are playing Go on another roof. On the bright side, he's finished maintaining every single one of his kunai and rewritten all of his older tags and seals. They're arrayed in front of him in meticulous semicircles, ready to go back into various pouches and scrolls.
It's the clatter of wood and metal that has him lift his head, and he greets her and Takkun with the faintest of smiles. He's been calmer recently and those almost-smiles have come more easily, but they both know why. ]
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It's the clatter of wood and metal that has him lift his head, and he greets her and Takkun with the faintest of smiles. He's been calmer recently and those almost-smiles have come more easily, but they both know why. ]
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