A tall individual stood above the incapacitated one. He looked down at the carnage. The one upright was pale in comparison to the one lying in the dirt. His white kimono was about the same shade as his skin, or so it appeared in the dark of night. The rest of him was black, blending in with the forest.
The figure gave a cursory evaluation of the fainted one. He saw all the scrapes and the huge gash in his leg already beginning to close up and heal. He watched his face, contorted in pain. From the fall? It had looked painful.
A breeze rustled the leaves of the trees all around them, tugging at the blonde hair, as well as the black hair of the figure looming over.
A few grunts and snores came from the sleeper. Normal sleep noises. After a few minutes of silence, the mumblings began again. The young man rolled over on the cold ground; resting on his back. The figure was intrigued. More mumblings, then,
amongst the murmurs a very clear:
"Sasuke."
And the figure was gone.
