[Okay that makes sense but also Itachi there is confidence and then there is this. Even Wei Wuxian doesn't think his face is thick enough to stand like that at eye level. (Did he mention eye level?) He lets out a high pitched sound and laughs, covering his face with one hand.
Okay, yeah. Sure. Whatever!!!] Right. Okay.
[The hand falls away and he laughs again, trying to gather himself.] Naked copy will tell us when to go. Got it. I'm ready.
[Better they go soon so he can stop thinking about what he just saw.]
๏ผ itachi simply arches an eyebrow at him, and then decides not to further indulge this unnecessarily theatrical reaction. he focuses on the point where they are meant to turn around and complete a lap, and when both he and wei wuxian appear appropriately ready, the clone calls out, begin. ๏ผ
[In the end, Wei Wuxian wins the race by half a second, probably because he was so focused on swimming away from his thoughts. That, or because of all those years spent racing the other disciples in the lakes of Yunmeng. (Probably the first reason though.) When he resurfaces breathing hard, his lungs burning, his complexion has returned to its normal color and he's too busy sucking oxygen back into his lungs to care much about the naked clone that meets them at the shore.
He swipes a hand through his hair to get the wet strands off of his face and lets out a triumphant huff as he steps onto the shore and sits down. Closing his eyes, he leans back on his elbows to relax, grinning all the while.]
You almost had me, Itachi-xiong. Aiya it's been so long since I swam like that.
๏ผ he, by contrast, is barely winded. taeum removes physical imperfections, and so too has it mended his ruined lungs. he is stronger — in a purely physical sense — than he has been in years, and his conditioning here outstrips even the best and most disciplined days of his youth. he had forgotten what it was like, to live without pain.
he dispels the droplets that cling to his skin in a chilled cascade with a subtle wind jutsu, and his clone hands him his clothing before returning to water itself — mizu bunshin are easier and simpler near such a source of it. he dresses with grace and that unselfconscious sleight-of-hand speed, and when he is finished he goes to stand before wei wuxian. he holds out a hand, ring and pinkie finger curled in against his palm, the other two fingers extended. ๏ผ
Mirror me, and put your hand here. It is called the Seal of Reconciliation, intended to convey that one's camaraderie is intact after a competition or bout.
๏ผ he has not thought about this particular seal in years. in fact, he does not recall ever having done it with anyone other than shisui. ๏ผ
[Immediately intrigued, Wei Wuxian sits up straight and does as instructed, carefully imitating Itachi's fingers. It's a good gesture though not one he's heard of, and he tells himself not to forget it. With how often he hopes to fight with Itachi in the future, it's sure to be useful.]
The seal of reconciliation, hmm? I like that. [His voice is a little softer than usual and his ever-present smile calmed with sincerity. A moment later he's risen to begin squeezing water out of his hair and gathering his clothes to put on. He does what he can with his soaked through trousers—alright, maybe Itachi had a point with the whole naked thing—and re-dons his robes.
When he's as presentable as he's going to get, he waves a hand at the path they'd used to get there.]
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Okay, yeah. Sure. Whatever!!!] Right. Okay.
[The hand falls away and he laughs again, trying to gather himself.] Naked copy will tell us when to go. Got it. I'm ready.
[Better they go soon so he can stop thinking about what he just saw.]
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He swipes a hand through his hair to get the wet strands off of his face and lets out a triumphant huff as he steps onto the shore and sits down. Closing his eyes, he leans back on his elbows to relax, grinning all the while.]
You almost had me, Itachi-xiong. Aiya it's been so long since I swam like that.
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he dispels the droplets that cling to his skin in a chilled cascade with a subtle wind jutsu, and his clone hands him his clothing before returning to water itself — mizu bunshin are easier and simpler near such a source of it. he dresses with grace and that unselfconscious sleight-of-hand speed, and when he is finished he goes to stand before wei wuxian. he holds out a hand, ring and pinkie finger curled in against his palm, the other two fingers extended. ๏ผ
Mirror me, and put your hand here. It is called the Seal of Reconciliation, intended to convey that one's camaraderie is intact after a competition or bout.
๏ผ he has not thought about this particular seal in years. in fact, he does not recall ever having done it with anyone other than shisui. ๏ผ
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The seal of reconciliation, hmm? I like that. [His voice is a little softer than usual and his ever-present smile calmed with sincerity. A moment later he's risen to begin squeezing water out of his hair and gathering his clothes to put on. He does what he can with his soaked through trousers—alright, maybe Itachi had a point with the whole naked thing—and re-dons his robes.
When he's as presentable as he's going to get, he waves a hand at the path they'd used to get there.]
Ready to do some more exploring?
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instead, he merely nods. ๏ผ
Yes. Lead the way.