First sentence:
"Take this" she said as she tossed a sword towards him.
“Take this,” she said as she tossed a sword towards him.
Tobirama just managed to catch it before he got accidentally stabbed and cast an annoyed look at Mito, who had the gall to grin at him mischievously.
“Aneue,” Tobirama gritted out between clenched teeth upon inspecting the sword closer, “respectfully; what the fuck?”
Mito’s grin only widened in response, and Hashirama’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter did little to assuage his annoyance—worse even, instead of taking advantage of Tobirama’s momentary lapse, to emerge victorious from their admittedly rather brutal sparring (he pointedly didn’t look at all the blood they had drawn from each other), Izuna doubled over laughing as he took a closer look at the sword as well, sounding like a weasel on the verge of death.
It was an excellent painting job, Tobirama could admit that much, for at first glance he never would have known that the sword was made entirely out of wood (and he didn’t have to guess who he had to thank for this gift).
Taking out her fan, no doubt to hide her giggle behind it, Mito explained, “We thought since you two don’t know how a friendly spar works, and seem to be so determined to kill each other, maybe you should go over the basics again, starting with children’s weapons, hm?”
Oh, they were good; Tobirama was once again reminded of how perfect Hashirama and Mito were for each other—he only wished they wouldn’t team up against him.
On the upside, however, Izuna finally stopped laughing at Tobirama’s expense to shoot Mito an icy glare when her implications reached him, and Tobirama decided that a sorrow shared was a sorrow halved, so he slowly walked over to his former mortal enemy to discuss a plan for revenge.
They would see who would be the last one to laugh.
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