Madara heaved an aggravated sigh, cursing the man in front of him. It was his father, of course, but that was of little consequence. It only meant he had to keep his mouth shut while he fumed silently about what was being said.
But hed be damned if he wasnt pissed off at the old man just then.
He was tired...so tired. Hed been fighting for at least half a month straight, and all the rest hed had for that time was a more than derisory two hours a day. It was brutally draining on his body, and every muscle in him demanded sleep, craving of life-giving slumber. Hed collapse where he stood if he wasnt so determined to listen to the bastard who spoke to him now.
Weve received word that the Senju are moving again, Madara. You know what you have to do.
Oh, this was just fucking PERFECT. A fight with the Senju meant another five days of rest denied him. He was in no condition to fight. But, as the strongest of the clan, he had no choice. He