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[deathsdoctor]

[In light of recent developements... namely Mister Strawhat declaring war more or less on Yuber and Nu, the normal routine has been shaken up slightly.

He's up on the roof of CH2 for his morning warmup longer than usual... just concentrating on movement and manipulation of filial magic. The tenseness just doesn't leave... nor does the feeling of restlessness. Anyone coming to the roof will likely catch him there until a nagging sense of time compels him downstairs to make breakfast.

Breakfast and a meeting of sorts. Though it's entirely unsuprising to him this has happened (and would be to Bepo, as he informed him of what occured on the draft), still this is something that has to be discussed. He begins frying up steak and eggs, and puts the coffee on.

Today, like so many days, he's going to be living on it.

Then he sharpens his sword, and heads out to town to gauge the mood and learn what can be learned. Just hanging around, watching. For those of you who know he was in charge of the Medical center during the draft (and therefore probably knows something about what went on), feel free to bug him for details about the circumstances that lead to Nu being pummeled into the fountain. He will likely not give many, but, who knows?

Depending on who you are, you may end up with a better grasp on the events that led up to this.]

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[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[If the pirate is that tense (and though Itachi can't see this is recognizable enough from the chakra flow) then sensing the oncoming fireball shouldn't be much of a problem.

And there is most definitely a small fireball headed in his direction now, by way of the ninja's breath. He's stepped away from his not-yet-existent garden now, though there was very little warning before he did.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Little warning is more than warning enough for a fighter of Law's caliber. He's already turned, eyes steady, and the fireball is coming for him, just barely passing Itachi's lips.

He has many different ways to deal with that, and he choses the simplest method, the one that would least provoke a fight. Simply standing his ground as the fireball comes, stepping aside to let it pass, and then stepping back to place. All this in the blink of an eye.]

I'll take that as a yes. But simply saying something would have gotten your point across fine.

[While he does not want a fight, he most certainly will respond if one is brought to him.]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

I wasn't bothered, actually. You kept your activity away from my workspace.

I am simply done working.

[As usual, he tucked one arm loosely in the opening of his silk top. His expression remained indifferent.]

Now that I have tested your reaction, would you perhaps like a sparring partner.

[deathsdoctor]

[That is quite the offer. And... and it has been a while since he's had a live opponent in this manner. Not an enemy but a partner. And this... promises to be interesting.

A fight with intelligence and strategy instead of just brute force. Testing himself against an entirely different fighting style. Seeing just how much stronger he's gotten.

But yet... if he agrees, there are rules for himself. Partner - not enemy. Certain tricks he will not pull. Because partner, not enemy.]

I think I would.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer to continue practicing with the elements or move on to something purely physical? I have a natural affinity for fire, but I've also been working with water.

[He shrugs off the silk shirt, something he normally wouldn't do even in a real fight, to let the other man know he will be treating this seriously. Now it's just the black ninja garb.]