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It was only when his friend bustled through the woods; half-naked, wide-eyed and clutching his pants and Katana in either hand, that Sumio's hands drifted away from his head. Sweat already clung to the back of his neck and tried to force a wry smile, before shaking his head. The sharp pangs in his head receded to a dull pain, something that could be manageable. “Someday,” He finally said, looking up at his friends with a weak smile of his own, “Your going to fall asleep and drown, you know.” Pushing himself to his feet while Tezuka pulled his pants on, he rubbed the goosebumps dancing across his pale skin.

“I'm fine, I'm fine, Tezuka,” Sumio responded with less conviction, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck with his crimson scarf. Truthfully, even if he wasn't feeling fine, he wouldn't pass up a chance to train with Tezuka—especially if he was being taught Taijutsu. He always thought that maybe if he strengthened his body, it wouldn't be so weak. The only way he'd pass this up, is if he was unconscious. Honestly, these were the days he looked forward to the most. It kept his mind off of the pain. He couldn't help but laugh, before he stripped off his sky-blue hakama and set it off to the side with his scarf. “There's no way I would pass this up, anyway,” He added, stretching his arms behind his head. Perhaps after, he'd have a chance to relax at the hot springs. The thought was tempting.

“Besides, the Mizukage called for us after we finish training.”