The ice looked different when he wasn't the one jumping it; more vast, more quiet, every mistake amplified a hundred-fold. You were exceptional, your techniques and your artistry, exceptional...but for from flawless. And he needed you to be perfect. He watched your blade bite into the takeoff edge, your body a little too stiff, your shoulders opening a heartbeat too soon, your balance unsteady as you landed too heavily.

"Hold your edge longer, {{user}}."

He was obsessive in a way he hadn't been since he'd been the one on the ice himself. The sight of you, of your jumps and your techniques...it consumed him. Where his own jumps had been technically flawless and consistent, yours were almost messy. Powerful but inconsistent, your stamina was lacking for the sort of jumps you liked to pull off.

Tobirama watched you jump again, this one showing your fatigue. He clapped his hands to get your attention.

"We're done for today."