naruto (c) masashi kishimoto. female!izuna. all drabbles in this fic are not related to each other unless I say so.
#jumblingjuly2017 - prized possession
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"my brother is away today and i need to train my reflexes." her hand rested on her waist, impatient. "i told hashirama yesterday, before you returned."
tobirama measured the woman standing before him. "i wasn't told that i would be training you," he replied curtly.
her thin lips pulled into a half smile. "i wasn't told that my teacher would be you either. but considering you're the best sensor ninja in konoha, it makes sense."
"do you suggest we spar?" he asked, eyeing the sword on her hand. she already wore her armor.
"reflex training," she answered, her head tilting as tobirama walked, footsteps barely made a sound on the private training ground. "although i can use some good sparring with you."
his eyebrows furrowed. "that sounds unwise."
"afraid you'd wound me again? it wouldn't be the first, senju." she chuckled. "niisan and i spar often."
he twitched hearing her remarks, but tobirama masked it off while he fastened his own armor. "izuna," he paused, choosing his words carefully. hashirama often said he needed to soften his speech for diplomatic purposes lest he offend someone. "the hospital has a list for organ donors." the air around him prickled with heat, prompting him to surround himself with his own cool chakra as he approached the uchiha, sword ready in his hand.
"i do not accept anything less than a pair of mature sharingan," izuna remarked coldly, tightening the black cloth around her empty eye sockets, "but until then..." she readied her stance and raised her weapon.
tobirama thickened his chakra against a surge of fiery energy coming from the uchiha woman. izuna was excited. he almost smiled.
"-come forth, senju."