He then began a quick jog towards Sunagakure, with the girl in hand. Hopefully the Sannin knew he was the kazekage, and would chase him there soon. But first... cross the desert... for a second he wondered if the girl could walk herself...
... Apprently not. He had to carry her... across the desert. How fun. He stiffly began to take steps on the desert sand; this was where he belonged, where he could fight at his best. The desert's sand... he had contorl of the desert; able to move the whole desert at his merest whim. And collapse in the process, unless he did a certain something... which would be rather impossible.
He kept jogging along the desert, occasionally wiping seat off his forehead. The sun was fiercely shining in the middle of the sky. The holden sand was blindingly shining everywhere. Hus a few more... miles...
After about 30 minutes of jogging, Yakate finally saw the huge, looming gates of Sunagakure in site. Happily, he made a fast dash towards Suna; he needed a long rest, he was so tired... especially after carrying a girl all this way. Lucky; girls were light...