Phase 7: Conversational Gymnastics

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-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

Stirring awake following his mental torture, Sasuke's eyes sluggishly shot open.

His senses were immediately assaulted with a mixture of smells only an Inuzuka could discern separately, light falling gently on his yet unopened lids through a small hole in the tree he found himself inside of

And, most importantly...

"Unfamiliar ceiling." He grunted with a thin line drawn on his face.

Lifting his upper body, Sasuke couldn't help but feel strange, his eyes shot to the invasive Chakra forced upon him.

The bitter reminder of their humiliating defeat...

His gaze locked upon the strange, burning tattoo now etched into his skin.

...

For some reason, he was oddly calm.

Tranquil, even.

He did not panic as to his whereabouts... He was, after all... Still alive.

What was important though...

Was where his teammates were - Particularly, the similarly injured Sakura.

His coal eyes scanned his surroundings, a cozy yet messily dug hideout inside one of the large trees in the Forest Of Death.

His ears were assaulted by the steady breathing of other individuals nearby as well as the sound of gentle embers from a fireplace strategically placed to not burn the surroundings.

An odd yet relieving sight appeared before him:

The sleeping figures of Team 8 and Sakura, with the exception of Shino quietly stared down at Sasuke with naught a word being uttered.

Relief crossing his features, Sasuke sluggishly rose to his feet, the injuries he incurred from his fight with Orochimaru seeming to have been treated properly.

A dull edge of pain coursing through them; nothing in comparison to what he endured for hours on end.

"It is good to see you up on your feet, Sasuke. Why? Because you had a dangerous fever - Any hotter and you would have died." Shino's blunt relief didn't come across as a surprise to Sasuke.

"Thank you." Sasuke exchanged a thankful nod of acknowledgment, meeting Shino's eyes through the Aburame's shades.

He's smart enough to know what had occurred when he lost his consciousness to torment.

Taking a few steps forward, Sasuke's eyes narrowed at his pink-haired teammate; her sleep labored from worry as she seemed to collapse from exhaustion and prior injury.

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