Toshiro wants to go. He wants to go so bad he can taste it as viscerally as the copper tang of blood. His fingernails dig indents into the flesh of his arms and he stands with his jaw clamped so tightly his teeth creak.

There is no actual reason for him to be in the Hokage 's office, no real reason for him to be listening in on their plan to rescue Nara Hoshika, Hatake Touma and Hatake Takehiko. No other reason aside from the fact that Itachi was soft 'that Itachi was furious, and his trust rested on Toshiro 's shoulders. Perhaps the weight was far heavier than he had previously realized. It 's a little scary to think about how much his opinion matters to the leader of their Village.

It makes Toshiro feel like he 'd done something monumental without realizing.

But he couldn 't have, could he?

'There 's no point in stopping you from going, ' Itachi says to Shisui. 'I 'm sure even if I ask you to stay behind, you 'd disobey. '