You know, this is probably kind of mean, but I just really really want to know what Itachi was thinking etc when you write this in "from here to eternity"
Shisui turns and Itachi freezes.
"Your…" Itachi blinks and pauses for a moment to compose himself. "Your eyes."
and if you don't feel comfortable doing that because it's too short, you could also do it with this passage:
The rest of that night and every minute of the following days are spent in nonstop trial-and-error training with the Sharingan. A medic ventures over to Shisui's spot on the practice ground more than once to shove food down his throat, and eventually asks Yashiro to intervene before his precious commodity kills himself.
Yashiro imposes a more effective training regime, using his own spare time to teach Shisui what he can-which is plenty. Shisui then practices whatever is taught until someone is sent to order him to rest or eat.
By the end of week five, Shisui is utterly exhausted both mentally and physically, but he can feel it. Now, he will earn his way to the front. All he needs to do is prove himself to his commanding officer.
The 'exam' is straightforward, and the bottom line is that Shisui passes. Narrowly, but Yashiro is satisfied enough to allow him a transfer.
"Your control is still not perfect," he says grimly, "but it would appear that we cannot afford to continue wasting time. The troops at the border are being hammered hard-not that this is anything new-and every help is needed."
Shisui swallows. 'Hammered'. If Yashiro's using a metaphorical term, how bad does it have to be?
"Iwagakure has sent one of their best to pressure those at the front," the older man continues. "Some sort of bomber, but a uniquely skilled one. This means we all have to pay extreme caution-watch for mines and aerial attacks, especially."
"Understood." Now let me go already.
"And one more thing." Yashiro eyes him levelly. "Try not to get yourself killed."
Despite everything, Shisui grins a little. "Duly noted."
Five weeks. It takes five weeks, in the end, which feels about four weeks and six days too long.
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Shisui turns and Itachi freezes.
"Your…" Itachi blinks and pauses for a moment to compose himself. "Your eyes."
and if you don't feel comfortable doing that because it's too short, you could also do it with this passage:
The rest of that night and every minute of the following days are spent in nonstop trial-and-error training with the Sharingan. A medic ventures over to Shisui's spot on the practice ground more than once to shove food down his throat, and eventually asks Yashiro to intervene before his precious commodity kills himself.
Yashiro imposes a more effective training regime, using his own spare time to teach Shisui what he can-which is plenty. Shisui then practices whatever is taught until someone is sent to order him to rest or eat.
By the end of week five, Shisui is utterly exhausted both mentally and physically, but he can feel it. Now, he will earn his way to the front. All he needs to do is prove himself to his commanding officer.
The 'exam' is straightforward, and the bottom line is that Shisui passes. Narrowly, but Yashiro is satisfied enough to allow him a transfer.
"Your control is still not perfect," he says grimly, "but it would appear that we cannot afford to continue wasting time. The troops at the border are being hammered hard-not that this is anything new-and every help is needed."
Shisui swallows. 'Hammered'. If Yashiro's using a metaphorical term, how bad does it have to be?
"Iwagakure has sent one of their best to pressure those at the front," the older man continues. "Some sort of bomber, but a uniquely skilled one. This means we all have to pay extreme caution-watch for mines and aerial attacks, especially."
"Understood." Now let me go already.
"And one more thing." Yashiro eyes him levelly. "Try not to get yourself killed."
Despite everything, Shisui grins a little. "Duly noted."
Five weeks. It takes five weeks, in the end, which feels about four weeks and six days too long.