๏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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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.