Yoru kicked open the iron door to the special training room.
The door slammed into the wall with a dull clang, shaking dust loose from the frame.
The stench of sweat mixed with the rubbery smell of the training mats hit Yoru so hard that he frowned.
He rubbed the underside of his nose hard with his thumb twice.
"Did you two fall into a shit pit these past few days? This room smells bad enough to fumigate a dog to death."
Yoru waved the air in front of him with disgust and stepped inside.
His leather shoes squelched against the sweat-soaked mats.
Naruto was sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.
His orange clothes had long been soaked through with sweat, their color darkened as they clung to his stomach.
Hearing the noise, he struggled to prop himself up and wiped his face haphazardly with the back of his dusty hand.
He nearly smeared a snot bubble into his eye.
"Uncle Yoru... what are you here for again?"
Naruto panted heavily, his voice hoarse as a broken gong.
"Pompous Sasuke and I just fought three hundred rounds. I don't even have the strength to lift a finger."
Sasuke leaned against the wall in the corner without saying anything.
Several large tears had ripped through his black short-sleeved shirt, revealing skin mottled with bruises.
His black eyes remained fixed on the hand Yoru had tucked into his trench coat pocket, his breathing slightly hurried.
He could smell the sharp stench of formaldehyde that Yoru had brought in with him.
"Get up even if you don't have the strength."
Yoru walked over to the stone table in the center of the room and pulled his hand from his pocket.
Clack. Clack.
He tossed two cold metal tubes onto the tabletop. They