[Sasuke catches Bulla's flight in his periphery. Now there's something he can't do: though the wings on his back add a little extra lift to his movements, true flight is not something he's capable of. Not with the Curse Seal gone, at least.]
[His steps are quick, and his hand is quicker. Depending on the program's capabilities... it's entirely possible this session won't last an hour. Who knows?]
[Dodging objects thrown and aerial attacks is a little more complicated than dodging land-based ones, but the motions don't catch Sasuke off-guard. His Sharingan, every now and then, give a calculating spin of tomoe around the iris. This isn't his first time fighting aerial assaults.]
[But Bulla's offer? That is surprising.]
[He considers turning her down. The words I don't need your help are on the tip of his tongue.]
[Fading and false as they are, memories from Luceti Valley well up quietly in the back of his head. He remembers sharing a lunch table with Bulla, once or twice, and not finding her unpleasant.]
[More clearly, if sort of color-faded, he remembers being twelve, practice, two bells and three teammates, and the lesson Kakashi meant to impart with that.]
[Externally, his hesitation lasts a split second. He drops his right hand into hers, sparks fading from the sword held in his left.]
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[His steps are quick, and his hand is quicker. Depending on the program's capabilities... it's entirely possible this session won't last an hour. Who knows?]
[Dodging objects thrown and aerial attacks is a little more complicated than dodging land-based ones, but the motions don't catch Sasuke off-guard. His Sharingan, every now and then, give a calculating spin of tomoe around the iris. This isn't his first time fighting aerial assaults.]
[But Bulla's offer? That is surprising.]
[He considers turning her down. The words I don't need your help are on the tip of his tongue.]
[Fading and false as they are, memories from Luceti Valley well up quietly in the back of his head. He remembers sharing a lunch table with Bulla, once or twice, and not finding her unpleasant.]
[More clearly, if sort of color-faded, he remembers being twelve, practice, two bells and three teammates, and the lesson Kakashi meant to impart with that.]
[Externally, his hesitation lasts a split second. He drops his right hand into hers, sparks fading from the sword held in his left.]