[Two months... that doesn't seem too long. But in the same breath Naruto can't stop thinking about home. He'd been in the middle of something important, and it gnaws at him to know he can't go rushing back. Two months. Two months and no end in sight.
His arms lower, papers forgotten. Wait.]
What- what you were made for? You some kinda soldier?
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His arms lower, papers forgotten. Wait.]
What- what you were made for? You some kinda soldier?