Sasuke watches with unconcealed (though ever low-key) amusement as Naruto runs through his own thoughts and realizations out loud, getting to no chakra sense a little late and then chasing it with bluster and bravado that aren't really either of those things. Naruto's trademark overconfidence will always be exactly that, but it's also still real confidence, and Sasuke finds that as nostalgic as everything else. He does puff a soft laugh all the same, less (fully) derisive than a snort, at the assertion that he can solve incoming problems with his fists. Sasuke hasn't been here long; he can't exactly say if that's true, how dangerous this place might actually be or not be under the surface, so he doesn't argue.
He does take in all Naruto's bald-faced fascination with a fascination of his own. In a new place, with a Naruto he hasn't spent years getting so used to for the Naruto-normal things to breeze by in comfortable familiarity, it's so suddenly stark to see how unabashed Naruto is with his wonder. How he can just let all of that hang out in the open.
(He's not jealous, not really, because he's so sure he'd feel at minimum a sane, shinobi amount of vulnerable putting everything on open display like that, but he does feel something like wistful.)
It's so easy to respond to that question with a soft pfft, more amusement than dismissal. "I was just in the forest and my clothes didn't change back, ne?" Not knowing exactly how permanent that permanence is, though, he's at least glad he'd been wearing something new he'd picked up in town before this: if his Uchiha jacket, one of the few things he still had from home, had gotten disappeared on him, he would be pissed.
As it is, he just continues on down the beach as they talk. "Transformed like a henge, as far as I can guess, though this place operates on different rules, so I dunno if they'll change back or not." It's easy, simple conversation.
Right up until they're within distance of the water, at which point Sasuke catches his heel in front of the ankle of Naruto's rooted foot while the other is mid-step, spins his bug net to smack it down over Naruto's head like a hood, and ducks down to bull his back up under the other's chest and roll Naruto's momentum over his body and straight into the drink.
...It's actually surprisingly nonviolent, for shinobi, and for them in particular.
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He does take in all Naruto's bald-faced fascination with a fascination of his own. In a new place, with a Naruto he hasn't spent years getting so used to for the Naruto-normal things to breeze by in comfortable familiarity, it's so suddenly stark to see how unabashed Naruto is with his wonder. How he can just let all of that hang out in the open.
(He's not jealous, not really, because he's so sure he'd feel at minimum a sane, shinobi amount of vulnerable putting everything on open display like that, but he does feel something like wistful.)
It's so easy to respond to that question with a soft pfft, more amusement than dismissal. "I was just in the forest and my clothes didn't change back, ne?" Not knowing exactly how permanent that permanence is, though, he's at least glad he'd been wearing something new he'd picked up in town before this: if his Uchiha jacket, one of the few things he still had from home, had gotten disappeared on him, he would be pissed.
As it is, he just continues on down the beach as they talk. "Transformed like a henge, as far as I can guess, though this place operates on different rules, so I dunno if they'll change back or not." It's easy, simple conversation.
Right up until they're within distance of the water, at which point Sasuke catches his heel in front of the ankle of Naruto's rooted foot while the other is mid-step, spins his bug net to smack it down over Naruto's head like a hood, and ducks down to bull his back up under the other's chest and roll Naruto's momentum over his body and straight into the drink.
...It's actually surprisingly nonviolent, for shinobi, and for them in particular.