（ there aren't many people he can go all out against with a bladed weapon — which he does not mind. he enjoys teaching, and those he knows here are attentive students. he has never thirsted for the thrill of the fight the way kisame has, but it's a skill like any other, and one he must by needs keep sharp. he rises elegantly, and heads to where he has leaned his chokutō up against a wall. ）
[ yamato's grin widens, takes on a sharp edge — they reach for their club, of course. the kanabo has served them well over the years.
but the smile disappears in a cloud of focus. suddenly, yamato has an entirely different aura around them: serious, concentrated, eyes flashing red with conqueror's haki. every fight deserves to be treated the same: like it's deadly. a spar is not a game — it is preparing for when your life is on the line. ]
（ the truth is, he could sense too much of that innate power to have ever risked underestimating them — but the way yamato code-switches to that sharp focus like someone doing an about-face on a dancefloor is... curious. itachi cants his head faintly to one side, taking in their demeanour with a blink of the sharingan.
he appreciates it, he realizes after a moment.
they take up their club, and itachi pulls his chokutō from its saya and tips its blade towards the floor at casual ready. then: ）
Begin.
（ he does not wait for their attack — instead, he advances immediately, and brings the sword up for a cross-body cut. he's faster than he is strong, but there is still genuine weight behind the blows he is capable of landing — and he trusts yamato will be able to either block or dodge themselves. ）
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（ there aren't many people he can go all out against with a bladed weapon — which he does not mind. he enjoys teaching, and those he knows here are attentive students. he has never thirsted for the thrill of the fight the way kisame has, but it's a skill like any other, and one he must by needs keep sharp. he rises elegantly, and heads to where he has leaned his chokutō up against a wall. ）
Please utilize whatever weapon you wish.
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but the smile disappears in a cloud of focus. suddenly, yamato has an entirely different aura around them: serious, concentrated, eyes flashing red with conqueror's haki. every fight deserves to be treated the same: like it's deadly. a spar is not a game — it is preparing for when your life is on the line. ]
Ready when you are.
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he appreciates it, he realizes after a moment.
they take up their club, and itachi pulls his chokutō from its saya and tips its blade towards the floor at casual ready. then: ）
Begin.
（ he does not wait for their attack — instead, he advances immediately, and brings the sword up for a cross-body cut. he's faster than he is strong, but there is still genuine weight behind the blows he is capable of landing — and he trusts yamato will be able to either block or dodge themselves. ）