[Good lord, speaking of being predictable... whatever though, that's fine. Sasuke's not exactly gonna shy away from close-range, and he leans low into his sprint to dip his gloved fingers in the snow as he goes, packing it easily into a wet, slushy ball. He's got the clone in his periphery, but for now he's all for meeting this Naruto head-to-head - and possibly burying a handful of slush in his hair.]
[(And if not, there's a quiet, near-invisible well of chakra gathering in his palm.)]
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[(And if not, there's a quiet, near-invisible well of chakra gathering in his palm.)]