Hello! Sorry for the late update, I was extremely busier than expected this weekend with homework and couldn't free up time to work on this!
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Hikaru slammed his fist against the training post, uncaring for how the sound echoed in his ears. He was used to the pain that flared from the action, his emotions muddled between deep sorrow or seething anger. He couldn't tell, couldn't tell couldn't tell--
His teeth grit together, punching it again. Uncaring as the skin ripped, the desire to be better. . . no, the ambition of being better bubbling and boiling inside of his skin. Anything to protect those he had lost, although they were far away from where he was at the moment. Emotionally, not physically.
He needed to further his progress. He knew this flare of motivation would fade into that same numbness that plagued his day-to-day life, but he didn't care, kami damnit. Chakra flared down his arm, edging at his blade as he drew it. Slashing and striking and cutting with Madara's moves embedded in his mind.
Memories so vivid he could feel the following blow whisper against his skin.
He countered with every single memory, every single millimeter of his body and strength. Uncaring of how he looked strange twisting in the air at the last possible second, dodging an enemy that was long dead.
Hikaru ignored how odd it was to think of.
He could go faster, a blur of crimson against the sunset and the dirt, but he wouldn't. He was only training, so he wouldn't. But it was exhilerating, adrenaline burning at his tired bones, and a sharp grin made way onto his face.
His sword collapsed into its sheathe, his hands blurring through a jutsu. "Wind Release: Blades of Wind." Hikaru called, chakra coursing through the signs and visible slashes cut into the earth around him, his hair assulted by the resulting wind.
Hikaru blinked, realizing he may have gone a bit too far considering he couldn't even see how deep the cuts were, only a dark shadow at the end. A sigh escaped, and he made for a new jutsu, a training post collapsing onto its side into a cloud of dust.
"Earth Release: Reformation." Hikaru whispered, and the slashes in the earth slowly seeped back together, the training posts reformed and remade. The blades of grass he had torn up slowly regrew.
The numbness returned, as it always had.
Just for once, he would like to feel a clear emotion other than bitter anger and longing.
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Hikaru stared at Naruto's door, lifting up a shaking, pale hand. He knocked lightly, slipping into his henge right before the door opened. His younger counterpart appeared in the doorway, a grin blooming on his face.
"Hello, Hikaru! C'mon, Let's go!" Naruto said, almost tripping over the door in his haste. "Did you already eat again? I think I'm gonna go with the usual, dattebayo. But- but if you didn't already eat, you should really try the pork ramen with the eggs and the other green stuff in it! Iruka-sensei finally pursuaded me to try a bite, dattebayo, and it's really good." Naruto rambled, before pausing to let Hikaru answer his question.
"Ah, I didn't eat quite yet. I might try that, Naruto. Thanks for the suggestion." Hikaru let Naruto lead them out of the apartment building, his facade stopping him from the small smile that wanted to overtake his frown.
His hands were still trembling, and as Naruto brushed past him in his haste, a small pain blossomed in the spot that was hit. He resisted the urge to rub at the blossoming bruise although Naruto barely brushed against him.
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