（ 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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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. ）