The morning brought no rest unto either shinobi. Naruto had kept himself awake for the duration of Madara's shift, not that there was a protest for the action other than a questioned glance for the logic of doing so. It was in trappings of comprehension that he could not find the vacancy of rest in his thoughts, there was nothing to pacify his growing questions and often- he would find his own gaze lingering over to the figure aside from him. 

The sunlight filtered through the leafs with a shimmering glow, beams of light streaking over their small camp: Naruto stared at them as they rested against his fluorescent orange, mildly intrigued by their presence not burning, rather merely irritating his eyes. Brought him to sighing at his own mood dipping once again, without a reasoning, he stood and came to aid in fixing away all that they could from the evidence of their night hold. The smell was strong in his nose, near burning through his esophagus for a moment- his cough to cover it was less than discrete, although for the unexpected; he heard Madara give a snort, a slight shine of amusement raident in his regularly stoic expression. Unto himself- happily given, Naruto found himself smiling for the small action, despite the humour being made upon him, it was with an odd sense of disconcertment that the blond acknowledged such a fact and found light in their situation regardless.

The trees though bathed in the echo of an entirely different time -and indeed dimension- were not differing from his own and Naruto marked that simple understanding as a relief, especially in knowing so little of the area. Madara had taken point, and though the presumptuous position was both a wound upon his pride and a risk in with a man juxtaposed to criminality; it was a more sound solution then finding himself intrapped in with an enemy he knew nothing of with no proper defense, training or leverage in combat. 

They stopped suddenly on a higher branch, Madara seemingly observing their surroundings- though Naruto would take to guessing he was determining the direction of the village by the geography. So in wait, Naruto shuffled his foot against the loose bark; seeing if he could dislodge it from the tree, oblivious to the judgeful eyes evaluating him and all the incurring movements he made- how whence he waited looking to the west with his hands clasped behind his back and the sunlight tinting his cheeks pink, he was watched in turn. Naruto, looked back towards his traveling companion to find endarkened eyes staring upon him as if having been patiently waiting to be noticed, so he in turn gave a broad grin as response- not certain of what exactly the Uchiha had been waiting for.

"Just how precisely were you chosen to host the Kyuubi?" Blue eyes blinked rapid at the response- a clear surprise for a moment an unexpected question, fluttering through his chest, though the gravity within had long since left nerves still fluctuated when asked as it had been his own question for a decade of his life. Laughing, he scratched at his neck, deciding it best to not answer. Though, his reluctance was ignored as Madara as the man simply turned his attention to something within the far distance. "You need to change." He said it once more. A pointed sweeping gaze was made towards his flashful orange attire, and Naruto winced under the well hidden glare he knew was there.

"Well, I don't really have anything else..." He could have technically gone shirtless, however, under prospect... As it were, he sighed for the rationality creeping into his thoughts, as his partner was right- his clothing was far too invoking. He unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside watching it lightly flutter to the ground, brows furrowing as he recalled that it had once been exceptionally important to him at one point. The fishnet underneath a gladful sight, though not in hiding the slight, minimal, roundness of his chest where he knew to have proud pectorial muscle- he flinched, and glared down. That was not right, his body had been aching uncomfortably since arrival and in addition his chest now felt strange; and though embarrassing to admit even in his mind- his genitals felt very odd from what he was adapt to.

Madara looked at him, his brows raised for but a fraction of a second before his shoulders twitched in the motion of a minuscule shrug before he jumped onto the next tree, likely he saw nothing amiss, as he did not know what had been under his former cellmate's attire.

It was only a quarter of an hour later, while when jumping to the next branch, ahead, Naruto saw the Uchiha become unbalanced, tilting to his left the right, though jolted back from crashing forward by quick correction, he did abruptly stop. Naruto landed on the same branch as he, mildly concerned for the unexpected shift. More perturbing was the amount of strength the blond found he had to use in order to properly keep up with the man within the last few minutes. Furthermore the odd sensation between his legs which he would compare to arousal- but even he, with his lack of experience, knew it was not. 

It was a clenching, in truth the rum feeling was comparable to the suction one felt when drinking from a straw. Further then that, while he had exerted more strength to keep pace with his rather rigorous companion, he did not feel tired in doing so, merely that his muscles had been straining. He glanced upwards to the other man's face; which held a pinched brow and contemplative frown, Naruto daren't disturb him. A scarred alabaster hand traced at his own bicep and Naruto watched the rather methodical motions it made, for Madara did not glance towards his own hand, though it was obvious he was paying attention. Then crossed his arms, closing his eyes, and in all his curiosity, the blond watched, squirming in all his discomfort. They were in a new- an alternate reality, perhaps with it their bodies were changing to accomidate; the thought was made for mass discomfort in his mind, but logic was more important at the moment, and they did not know all the nuances of which this jutsu had brought.

Then Madara turned to face him, their height difference ever more prominent, yet there was a peculiar fact which could not go unnoticed. When they had first arrived Naruto knew, he had seen and acknowledged that he was shorter then the man, for he only reached his shoulder. Now however, that had changed, Naruto stood just below his shoulder and he was not certain when that particular change had come to be. He did know that it irked him, but he also knew that the man before him was confused as well, for his black gaze was evaluating him and himself with methodical sweeps, there was a glare but it was not directed.

"I'm certain you've at least noticed our heights have changed." There was a subtle dig there, but the blond payed it no attention, his own confoundment taking president.

"I was at your shoulder when we started at the riverside." A sharp nod before the man spun on his heel abruptly, and Naruto was met with a blanket of thick, wavy, and long midnight black hair in his face. He moved it aside with annoyance at the fact, rather harshly pulling at it in doing so, though Madara didn't seem to notice as he observed the thick trunk of the tree they had landed on. The distinction made him pout as he had to look around the other man, rather then over slightly, to see what had caught his interest, but there was only brown wood as far as he could see.

"Another kunai." He was not truly asking so much as ordering, which did make the blond roll his eyes, however at this point he expected nothing less; and it was comparable to how his former friend had been priour to going rogue. Thus he made no complaint, his cheeks however did, in the form of a brightened pink flush for as he went to reach into his weapons pouch, he found that his hand was still gripping the soft thick hair. Worse still, his thumb had been rather idly stroking the strands, he quickly dropped the offending bundle, and rather shakily handed the weapon over the the taller man. Madara then stepped close to the tree, not commenting -or perhaps not having noticed,- and placed the point of the blade above his head then cut a reasonably large horizontal slash equal to his height. 

Without a word, Naruto stepped forward, mildly comprehensive of the Uchiha's plan, least in understanding that neither of their bodies were quite right. The plain evidence that their heights had changed was disturbing unto the blond, and not merely for the sake of adolescent jealousy. Thus he stepped up to the trunk and allowed the man to mark his height as well, not finding the mind to care that he had just allowed a previous enemy to hold a deadly weapon above him without a flinch.

Yet he did squirm for his own musings, as his tongue suddenly weighed that of a bolder, cheeks flushed heavy with colour- though he could not see. The sensation of heat flaring his face was prominent. Wondering if he should make mention that he felt odd in other ways then his height, if he should speak clear about the peculiar compressing feeling at his genitals or the way his chest felt far more sensitive then it used to. Knowing that the other man was a more wisened shinobi, and indeed -though he wanted to yell the opposite,- probably more intelligent then himself as well, and would probably be able to provide an explaination. 

Even so, he steered his tongue instead into a more general question, having no want to lay any particulars of his situation onto the other man, unless it seemed entirely necessary. "Hey... I mean, other then the height thing, have you noticed anything else strange?" He was uncertain because of the speed it changed, but cerulean irises momentarily saw a pinkened flush on the mans cheeks, then there was nothing to see- and Naruto did not know in truth if he had seen anything but the sun casting at a strange angle.

"Yes." There was no elaboration unto his answer, and despite himself the former leaf shinobi found himself pouting at the mineal answer, nary desiring a conversation of sorts. A craving he had held for a depressingly long time whilst traveling with his companion, though it weren't a large shock, as he had grown adapt to their speakings together, be that philosophical, jarring, or rarely- amused. Regardless that did not mean he had a particular want to speak of the strange sensation on his testicles with the war veteran. It did bring him to giggle however, at the fact that maybe it was the same for his travelling companion, he earned an blank expression for his poor attempt to stifle his laughter behind his hand; it was an exasperated one Naruto knew, but that fact only made the blond grin.

.o0o.

They remained in that area during the day, though they had both been wary of doing so with their exposure being high to enemy attacks. Under circumstance there had been an unspoken agreement to gain a fraction of understanding as to what was occurring to their bodies. Neither of them had coome forth to present any details of particular sensations or infractions naturally, but nevertheless, they had stopped their travelling; least for the day. 

Naruto had been watching Madara rather rudely, curious if he might see a slight of motion further indicating the reason as to the man's discomfort; or indeed, if it may be similar to his own. He was by no means surprised or even ired at the fact the man gave no indications, the man was nary a hundred years old, and had grown a shinobi, one could assume he had a mastery in controlling physical reactions. Beyond that however, the younger shinobi was evaluating for any obvious signs of change on the man, and he knew that within his own- more covert method, Madara was doing the same with him.

Naruto bit at his lip, the dancing sensation over his chest alongside the odd- but easing, feeling of pressure around his genitals was confusing, and concerning enough that he was certain he needed to look for himself. Dusk was settling over the skyline and a fog had risen around the area not thick enough to be significant coverage for an enemy, but rather an atmospheric additive nearest the ground which when combined with the shadows of the trees and the fading sun, made a picture the blond had no want to forget. 

The former leaf shinobi pulled his mentality forward, a trickle of self-hardened determination bubbling within his mind, as he stood up; he needed to self-evaluate, see if there were indeed any peculiarities to his body. He had told himself before finding the anchor, that there was every possibility there would be a shift unto himself- he had worried about it, and while having not entirely dismissed it, when understanding that they were in a parallel dimension -of sorts- he felt he needn't be terribly concerned. Now however, it was plain that they were in a new environment and something was occurring.

So nodded vaguely towards the other man- whom sat with one arm strawn over his raised knee while his other leg was rigidly straight. Naruto had the inkling the Uchiha knew what he was planning anyhow. He daren't go far, so he slipped past two trees just out of Madara's field of view- but enough for the Uchiha to understand if there may be a problem.

There was a deep breath before he pulled his ostentatious orange pants down, his own voice ringing within his head; speaking clear that he had chosen to follow Madara into this new place, that he was supposed to expect change, and there were bound to be differences. Thus, he took off his trousers down, and another breath as he pulled off his fishnet. First he examined his chest, he prodded with his fingers and found that some of his previous musculature was missing, his pectorals were softer and less defined then they had been- rather more reminiscent to how they had been in his early teens prior to puberty striking. 

He then ran his hands along his breast area and down his sides, eyes closed and simply attempting to feel for any differences. A shinobi was supposed to be remarkably attuned to their body after all; aiding in comprehending if there was a poison or a harmful seal or tag placed upon their person causing peculiar side effects to mentality or physicality. In an irritation unto himself, Naruto had never payed vast attention unto that education while within academy walls, as back then he had thought all bodies were rather like his own and capable of quick self-healing. While later on not consistently evaluate or forcing himself to be concerned of possible poison, due to his inherit immunity to that type of attack because of Kyuubi's interference.

Thus, unlike some who would find examining themselves for minute physical changes, his own comprehension was rather... unprofessional. There was the obvious, with his sensitive chest. Then naturally along his ribcage he could feel each one- this because of his commonplace position of being unable to afford most food -and lack of nutritional food.- His skin was the same mahogany tone he been borne with, the village had always considered it a 'malformation' as it were- he had never seen it as such. Though therein, he could feel a curve there he had not bared before, a small indentation into his waist, though not extensive. 

Continuing downwards there was a definate protrusion unto his hips which he had not had, seemingly in contrast to his waist's newfound curvature, his abdomen was still strong and muscled however. His upper thighs had not changed, still muscled and -he believed- the same size. Then he reached the area he had been most concerned upon, and his fingered danced rather slowly along the path of his genitals. 

He flinched and opened his eyes, confirming with vision that yes, his penis had shrunken in size. A grown man- or nearly, he knew the importance of the anatomy. He had been insulted frequently about it by his former teammate Sai, and knew well enough that lesser was worse. Yet, even within that comprehension, he had never found it within himself to properly consider his own size, moreof only known that Sai had been mocking him- and thus been infuriated; he had been given enough discrimination by the village already, it had hit too close to the remarks he had heard about his skin tone. Yet, in tracing his smaller size, he did not feel the urge to punch through the bark beside him, merely the discomfort in knowing that it had changed from what he had known.

In feeling backwards where his testicals had been tensing uncomfortable in a pressure which had no source but internal, he did real back heavily. He did hit his head harsh against the tree behind him with a sound that echoed in his ears with distasteful intensity. There was adrenaline fast in his system, and his hand remained frozen while his other gripped tight and painful over his mouth as to not make an alerting sound. For there was a disturbance in his mind he could not comprehend over the situation of having felt behind himself and feeling nothing but smooth skin, no testicals protruding. The size of his penis was one difference he could readily accept without gripe or irritation. The disappearance of a body part he had always retained was a shock and he had to react, though he wasn't certain as to how, he steadied himself from the mounting panic attack he had been facing and considered for a moment. 

He no longer had a piece of himself that he had always possessed, but it was not a critical element, perhaps if he had been attempting for children, otherwise however there was little to miss- save perhaps the experience of being kicked there by an enemy and swiftly succumbing to the shock and ensuing pain, and he had no particular admiration for that experience, it would not be missed. Men, his age, often bragged about themselves, and with his urge -rather, need, to fit in amongst his peers against the 'monster,' astetic some of their parents and citizens had cast upon him, he had also done so. This is what aided him to calm a fraction more, he had never understood the reason for bragging, he had never learnt the reasoning for the boosting, nor did he understand why it was that much of an accomplishment to have a larger genitals then your peers.

Breathing out made him collect himself further. And his shoulders slouched as he hiccuped with a cough of humour, he was only panicking because he wouldn't be able to brag anymore. His fingers ran through his hair rather slowly, and his sigh was rather drawn out, but he let himself shrug; then put back on his garments and stepped back out of the foliage. What did he -a waif, know of inclusion? All his attempts were for naught; there had been no victory when he had made effort, as was obvious by his continuous rejection, the blackened eyes and cold cast discomfort surrounding whence he made his presence known. 

He knew not the status-quo amongst his friendships, nor any relationship which he may have borne, for he had ne'er been invited into one prior to his early adolescent- and even then by so few he had yet to garner a true understanding of how to conduct himself. Thus, when men around him spoke of their sexual prouess, their impressive muscles, and ability with the opposite sex; he did not understand how to act- save to copy. Was it a great loss unto him- no, was he profoundly disturbed by the fact that a piece of his anatomy which he'd always possessed was now defunct? Yes.

In exiting, he found Madara to be in the same position, though his gaze was pointed upwards, eyes cast to the new crested colours of the sky. Shades of yellow and deepened orange intertwining together, churning into the deepened shades of blue to the west. With the fog of the forest surrounding, the shadows which the trees were becoming onto the common eye and the flaring unpredictable keeps and divuts the fire sparked between, a beautiful image formed. Naruto once again cast his gaze towards his companion, finding an odd twinge of comprehension within himself in looking upon the man. For once again, shadows danced across him, differing drastically from the body hanging limp within the cells of Konoha- not obstructive or somber, wrapping around a defeated man in shame. These ones were of the fire, of the steadying darkening of the sky amongst a sea of colour, they did not surround nor obstruct him, rather sat upon him- accenting an image of a man waiting, pensive, yet displaying with their mystery and darkened gize a man of intimidating stance.

"When I had first held a blade, my eyes would look towards the sky in the earliest morning, awaiting dawn; forewaiting the light of a new day, one which I may prove myself worthy of my name, for my father to gaze upon me and see a true shinobi- a capable warrior, and a son fit to one day lead." His eyes did not stray from the sky, thus Naruto found himself joining him, looking to the display of light and the shift it took, he lay back to do so- hand behind his head to avoid the discomfort of the ground. "In maturing, reaching the age of true ability and chakra began to flow more free throughout my body- I found myself less eager to look at the sky. Eventually, it became that I did not await the dawn, but the dusk- a willful hope within that allowed me to think in ignorance. 

For as the dusk came the fight came to close, rarely did it continue past eventide. It was my own whisper unto myself, to think perhaps upon dayspring the world would have shifted, and the fighting would no longer hang high over my kin. With the coming of night I allowed hope to filter within, for the rise of the sun brought merely dread." Naruto listened, and he smiled at the soft tone of voice the man spoke in, at the reverence within his tone, and the fact he could empathise.

"When I was really young, I didn't have a favourite. Not really, for me, there was nothing to enjoy about day or night- except the colours of the sky. I would stay awake or wake up early just to see things changing. It was so beautiful to watch, even when I didn't understand what beauty even meant, it was before the concept was really made for me. I would scramble out of bed with my pajama's that didn't fit hanging as a coat overtop of me, stumble in my blanket in rushing, slam my body on the ground because I had gotten tangled up. But I would run to the balcony and look to the sky, see the stars fade and a new light come up with such a bright glow I couldn't help but feel happy in those moments.

For awhile, the sunrise, the sunset, were two of the few things that gave me a happy feeling inside. I could jump up out of my building with a flutter of hope in my chest and greet the day, glad to be alive. It always left quickly as minutes passed and hours came, my mood would drop and everything around me became spited with the gazes I couldn't see in the dark. When I went home, whether that was from the streets as a village scourge, or from the academy all that optimism left and I just kept going because I had to. Then, when I looked to the sky at sunset, and I saw everything shifting, flaring bright once more with beautiful orange I let myself hope that tomorrow would be better. 

Yet, I didn't stop staring up for a long time after the sun had dipped, because then I could see the stars. To me, the stars were, and I guess still are, staring at me- but so differently then what I had known, there was no malice with those eyes, they weren't judging or hating me. They twinkled and they shone, and they seemed so friendly and bright- like flecks of positivity and joy within the darkness of the night sky- and I wished, that- like the stars, people would someday come to look at me like that. With sparkles of joy in their eyes, with warmth and glad-tidings. Recently, and now, I wait for the sunset, so that I can hope for a better day." He was met with silence, but in his embarrassment of the admittance, he daren't turn to look for the reaction he received.

There was a deep humming sound nearest him, acknowledging, but by no means reproachful- it rang with the levity of acceptance, and Naruto found his eyes turning to the man. Within the light cast by the fire it was difficult to make proper distinction, but with conviction, the blond could state that there was a smile upon his features; the veteran did not cast his gaze his way, but with the flick of firelight, his blackened eyes shone with the crimson they could become. "I wonder if you are alike her; a light which has lost its will to shine and needs to be coerced out. One whom once shone, and will again." Naruto sat forward then, intrigued and a slight wary for the wording, waiting for an explanation of sorts, but he was cast a vague smirk- which made him twitch, too familiar.

"Like who?"

The Uchiha prodded the fire.

"There is a deity within my clan's religion whom has a story which is reminiscent to yours, perhaps you will emerge much as she did. I do not think the clashing waves of despair will hold you in captive fear as long as they did her." There were questions remaining in his mind, little words filtering in and out- nothing he could conceptualize into a sentence, so he spoke not.

.o0o.

They measured against the tree as the mist of the morning began to settle. The experience of which made both of them furrow their brows in confusion, nye neither of them had expected to remain stagnant, with how rapidly they had been seemingly been affected by their new environment; yet, for their very heights to shift with such dramatic prowess would cause anyone to be discomforted. Madara himself was at least half a head taller then he had been, while Naruto had seemingly shrunk by that same margin. 

By scale, he reached the bottom of the other man's pectoral, despite all rationale the blond did pout a slight for that fact he did have to tilt his head to properly look at the man. Though, Naruto had already known he was different not merely for that underneath his clothes, but for the fact that those garments were far further down his legs then they had been the night previous. Indeed, he actually felt more ruth for the man beside him- his pants looked very uncomfortable for they were now part way up his lower leg and straining with the considerable muscle there as they were designed to be tight fit around the bottom. It brought a warmth to his cheeks to glance, but it was obvious that the crotch area was uncomfortable, from the little distance given- and the visual bulge straining the fabric, and Naruto knew it was prominent for no other reason then size. His eyes focused away into the forest ahead rather then staring at the ridiculously tall man beside him.

Fully prepared to discard the tree of statement, the blond took one step forward on the branch ready to jump- however, a splitting feeling; similar to the cut of a kunai deep within the flesh, stabbed at him down below, the invisible blade cutting upwards from just above his anus until the base of his penis. Carving and splicing in places in a method he could not mentally track for the loss of his ability to properly consider the process. He couldn't stand with the pressure of standing up, and he collapsed, falling to his side, avidly attempting, but ultimately failing to restrain screams of pain. Naruto had felt the stab of a blade before, he had experienced that taring of flesh, he had done it to himself on occasion, but nary had he ever felt so sensitive unto its gripping, slicing pain. 

He had no care that his hands were pulling taut the fabric of his crouch area and coming back bloody- he had no concern for what his body was doing at all, save his own feeble want for the pain to dissipate. He was vaguely acknowledging of a sudden weight, and warmth, on his right thigh and then the dull feeling of cold air against his genitalia- presumably his pants having been pulled down. It was muffled, and hardly legible, but the blond could hear the rumbling vibrations of a deep baritone near. He allowed himself to focus on that sound, the low vibration which seemed to resonate within his ears. 

His mouth was covered by a large palm as his body jerked forward for want to get away from itself, something touched at him down below, but he couldn't think to protest. The hand covering his mouth shifted downwards as his energy to scream began to wan, his throat sore, the hand instead cradled the side of his neck and rested over his jaw, a thumb stroking back and forth over his cheek. Soothing alongside the deep vibration in his ears.

There was merely a blurred sight around him, splashes of colour which shifted each time his eyes twitched, even minorly. His body felt stuck, far to heavy to move, nor had he a true want try. The air felt too fresh in his lungs and seared through his throat with each inhale, to cold over his chest, the fishnet undershirt doing nothing especially cold over his newly soft pectorals. That too, was true of his legs and genitalia, his mentality rather snapped forth into provocative attentiveness once that revelation came upon him, because he was supposed to still possess pants. 

As he looked down from an awkward position he could see himself, flaccid -obviously- downwards, as well as some sweepings of blood around his groin and hips which had so plainly been wiped at, even still rather unfocused as he was- there was a particular sense of need to seep within the boundaries of the wood beneath his back and never emerge; after all there was only one person whom could have 'cleaned' him there. His groan came with deep-set embarrassment integrated within, for he would have to speak to the other man once more, and shinobi training or not- there had always been a vague sense of modesty bruised into his mind. The back of his head hit the wood behind a slight harder then he would have preferred, there he let out another agitated noise.

The rustle of leafs near told him that Madara was once again in the area, the gentle tap of the wood as he landed next to him. "You woke far quicker then I thought you would." Already sufficantly humiliated, Naruto hauled himself forward, wanting to pull his pants up rather then be conscious and just leaving himself bare. He was stopped however by a halting hand, and in looking far upwards, stupidly far, he had to notice the bland look upon the man's face- reminding him somewhat of Kakashi's professionalism when serious. 

"There is one matter you should be aware of. It seems your... anatomy has changed significantly." Nerves then held the blond, for he was not certain what that meant, but considering that he'd most recently lost his testicles and his penis had shrunk, he had sufficient enough imagination to bring some type of conclusion. Yet, he had still felt his 'length' with the air in its sensitivity, so perhaps, it was something far different then his logical side would think. Madara had the gal to chuckle while speaking, the type of dark baritone that indicated both amusement and a fraction of mockery. "You seem to have developed a woman's virgina behind your male anatomy. Which I imagine, is why you were bleeding so profusely." There was a want arising in his gullet, deep and pressure, to scream out in confusion, rage, and perhaps despair, for what was said, was not what he wanted to hear.

Yet, he did not know what to say in return. For as he searched for words in response he felt the need to hide, humiliation crept upon him suddenly, a mix with all the other emotions clasping over his chest. It boiled down, deep and twined where he knew Kyuubi's seal to be, but not as profound at that which triggered the beast's chakra; what had begun to manifest was surfaced- but it was still a weighted anger. 

His movements a personification in a sense, as he leapt up quickly and yanked his trousers up with little care for the violence embedded in the action, or what odd sensation the act may bring unto him from his new anatomy. The latter surprising him after the fact, for he could not identify any true difference- none that was uncomfortable, in an obscured sense it was less discomforting then having a... swaying movement which his testicles occasionally did when not stuffed into tight briefs. A realization which he had no want to contemplate, not within the bounds of indignance.

"Well you didn't need to go looking!" It was somewhat of a shout, in coercion with his mood naturally. Though all he received in return was a blanketed look of pure indifference, bordering upon exasperation.

"Would you rather I had left you to bleed? I did not know the cause of your sudden bleeding. Perhaps you were severely injured and I was none the wiser, would you prefer if I had left?" The reasoning and subsequent question quelled his anger enough that there was only a vague annoyance in his mind, it weren't as if the man was being illogical. Rationality was necessary where they were, and while modesty was a comfort, it was indeed a luxury in many cases for shinobi- he knew that, but in truth, for a genin his experience in dire situations apart from those implicitly necessary and consiquensially involving him; was minimal and hardly so life threatening as to breach that barrier. Despite his considerable bloodloss -judging by the amount on his pants- it was surprising that he could feel his cheeks flushing. However, it left him with another question burning at his tongue, and considering his already bold embarrassment he had no particular want to ask- that was shoved aside for rationality.

"What about you? Did you? Ahem..." He would not have thought it possible for his face to blush further, and he rather subconsciously stepped backwards, wanting sincerely to hide his face. He decided instead to turn his head to look at the branch nearest.

"No, it seems I have instead grown, I would say a slight more then proportional to my new height." It was spoken so apathetically, Naruto wondered if the man just commonly experienced such things in his life. He shook himself from the thought, no indeed, from what he had learned from Madara was that he tended to avoided looking upon the world with a tinted glimmer, centering himself upon the facts and accepting without much emotional inclination. Candidly, the blond found that fact a saddening one. It weren't as if he'd been brought up with much a chance to think different, not when having been born within the boundaries of war, and forced to commit himself into the craft. No true choice, as those born in Konoha had been given; they could enter the academy, learn, and decide not to commit. 

In fact, it was exceptionally rare for civilians such as Sakura to enter the acadmey at all, it was mainly doctrained for minor -and major clans of shinobi living within the Land of Fire whom typically did learn of the art from their fellow clansmen prior to entering. Even so, the majority of shinobi were not expected -not entirely anyway, to stay a ninja for life. Still, speaking that your anatomy randomly changed- larger then it had been or not, without a care in tone was rather astounding to Naruto- although in reckoning, he had been much the same had he not?

"We can't afford to loiter, I have no wish to carry you, you can continue without aid yes?" He had no shame in the fact that he pouted at the clear rumble of amusement in the other man's voice. Naruto jumped away without a word. Though he did not go fast for he did not truly know which direction to veer towards, perhaps it was illusion, but with a strain of hearing he heard a sound very close to true laughter. Focusing further proved otherwise however, and he was once again overtaken by the taller of them.