[ He would rather John be the adult, doing a fine job of laying down the ground rules with a certain decisiveness Minato appreciates. ]
Rock. Sand. Space.
[ He shrugs; nothing of note to report. It was as if the earth were flat, and falling off it one way meant little more than having everything be turned upside down and having gravity haul him back over to the proper side. ]
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Rock. Sand. Space.
[ He shrugs; nothing of note to report. It was as if the earth were flat, and falling off it one way meant little more than having everything be turned upside down and having gravity haul him back over to the proper side. ]
Flying would make things simpler though. Can you?