The three shinobi lay in the grass, shirts discarded long ago. They'd been training for four hours, and they were sweating horribly. Their chests rose and fell rapidly, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight, and they all had scratches and bruises on their faces and chests. Kakashi lay untouched, not counting the small cut on his calf.
They were becoming too much for him.
They were all brushing up on their tai-jutsu. Well, except for Sakura, who sat against a tree watching.
Soon she stood above them, looking down on them.
"Are you done now?"
"NO!" Naruto yelled, jumping up.
Sasuke hit him in the shin and knocked him down. "Speak for yourself, dobe. Just because you've got an abnormal amount of stamina doesn't mean we do.
They were all tired.
If it had been a one-on-one match, it would have been over quickly, but this was a two-on-one match. The two prodigies were wearing the older man down. Not to say that he couldn't fight them off, he just couldn't do it consistently. Afterall, they were in their twenties now.
"Fine..." Naruto mumbled, a bit put out, and then his eyes lit up. "Sakura! Will you spar with me?"
"No." She said, scowling.
"Come on! You're the best at tai-jutsu!"
She sighed, and nodded. "Fine."
Stepping away from their tired teammates, they darted at each other simultaneously.
Using a move Kakashi had taught her, she darted around behind him. She heard Sasuke say he was leaving as she used one of her own moves, slamming two fingers into a spot on his neck.
She smirked as she saw Kakashi's eye widen as the Kyuubi boy drooped into her arms. Wordlessly, she laid him down in the grass and walked back over to Kakashi.
That wasn't a totally wasted two minutes, she resolved as a thought struck her.
Kneeling beside her ex-sensei, she wordlessly pushed her two fingers into the same spot on his neck, and grinned as his eyes closed slowly.
She sighed softly as she took a seat on his chest, whispering, "Kaka-sensei... if only you knew..." As she brushed a wisp of his unruly silver hair from his eye. She carefully removed his hiate-ate. Running a finger down the thin scar, she softly traced the outline of his mask, before slipping a single finger beneath it.