mooneye

It was strange. Not what he had expected, exactly. The curve was firm, under his hand. And there was... yes. All right. A flickering of life that he could sense there. Deep in, something with its own energy, a little pulse of secret chakra. He raised his other hand, dropped it, then raised it again and lay it close to his other. His right and left picked things up differently, sometimes--Uchiha, Senju.