Koki'o
Eyelashes fluttered. Once, twice, thrice, a plethora of times in rapid succession. Looking on with utter incredulity, Koki'o watched as the Jonin, an entire continent's length away from home, accused her of being on foreign soil. Raising an eyebrow with disgruntled sass, she shot back, "Excuse me? I'll have you know that Nadeshiko resides within the Land of Water. It's quite ironic to hear the words foreign soil coming from Shinobi based on the other side of the world. Well, whatever...Suna's business in the Land of Water is hardly my concern, nor do I care much to get nosey." Twirling her fingers through her burning-red-hair, she shifted her gaze with disinterest. "If you must know, I'm a hired observer. Naturally, there are many people interested in the outcome of this little Jinchuriki hunt. Although none of them would be too keen on offending the 5 Great Nations, they'd certainly want to know how things played out."
Sagisō
'Thrice damned Yuki wastrels!'
Fuming, Sagisō mentally slandered the Yuki with every profanity she knew. Incidentally, she hadn't left the scene at all, and the Yuki's insistence on remaining in the vicinity foiled her plans to bait with clones and leave afterward. Having departed with fanfare, it would be all too wasteful to reveal her position now. As the two teams bickered back and forth, Sagisō -and by extension Furījia- had been silently observing the proceedings.
Sagisō ~~Flashback~~~
So vicious was the induced, but ersatz, force of nature that it had actually torn the clone controlling it to shreds as it spiraled out of control. Fire Release had oft been used to induce changes in the weather, and the nature of the Cyclone Sagisō had created now combined with the heated air, exciting the air molecules and stirring the air currents. As they said, temperature and kinetic energy were directly proportional, and with the massive increase in temperature, a massive increase in kinetic energy followed. This directly translated to increased wind speeds.
The twister shook the earth, its voracity infinite as it devoured the wooden fuel of the Hyūga training hall. Floorboards ignited, wooden beams combusting as fires spread through the rafters and in seconds engulfed the entire building. The mighty, exquisite, and very expensive building groaned and roared, engulfed from the inside out. The twister's wind speeds were kicking up and soon it would reach levels only seen in natural disasters. The out of control jutsu, fueled by pre-existing conditions, had been seized by nature and was well on its way to becoming an F1 Tornado.
It went without saying that Sagisō had already moved to protect herself. Where she previously lay, a hole in the flooring could be seen where the Kunoichi had slipped under the building and now took refuge beneath the great construct. She could hear the bustle and yells of her Clansmen as they evacuated the building. She could also hear the wooden planks above her creaking and trembling as the siphoning winds sought to tear them from the ground and combust them within its tempestuous main body.
On one hand, her life would be a short-lived one set to expire the minute her mother heard of this incident and rushed back to the clan in apocalyptic, world-ending fury. Though, on the bright side, she was now set up for a perfect ambush. Her location was unknown to her foe, and with the chakra-produced flames raging above her, even Kiro's Sharingan would be helpless to discover her. Wiggling in her bindings, she rolled back and forth a few times before flexing, the wires around her snapping as her chakra had sawed through them.
The gears of her mind churned as she planned out her next moves. Whatever they were, one thing was certain. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, she would need to make herself scarce. Once her mother had found, and flayed, Kiro, she could then face the lady's diminished wrath. She clasped her hands together and offered a quick gesture of thanks and gratitude to her opponent and sacrificial lamb. His death would ensure her future survival. Ah, though that didn't mean she would go easy on him now.
With her Byakugan, none of Kiro's actions above the roof had escaped her sight. He'd managed to throw himself to one of the adjacent training halls to escape the Firenado. There were only training halls in this section of the Hyūga clan, so Sagisō wasn't particularly concerned about any vital structures being damaged by the flames. Settling down, she watched. She knew that in a matter of several moments even that building would become kindle for the flames. Licking her lips, she waited.
Rakūsupā ~~Flashback~~
Moving at a stroll, Rakū, the personal attendant to the Hyūga Head, had been returning to the Clan. Her Mistress was a busy woman, and every so often would up and depart on tasks vital to the assurance of the Hyūga's interests, which were just another way of saying she was relaxing and would not tolerate being disturbed for matters regarding anything less trepidatious than the destruction of the world.
However, when the ten-year-old girl crested the corner and say the massive spout of flames erupting from the middle of Hyūga territory, it most certainly registered as a crisis large enough to collapse the heavens and shatter the earth -or perhaps that was more in reference to the action of her Mistress after being briefed. Well, whatever it was, it was of no concern to the girl. Shrieking like the panicked child she was, she turned on her heels and fled to inform Hinagiku.
Hinagiku ~~Fashback~~
Just outside the Hidden Leaf village, on the banks of a small pond, a myriad of illustrious flowers bloomed beneath the tender care and attention of one Hinagiku Hyūga. This alcove of the forest was her personal relaxation spot, she'd had it created and manned with attendants 24/7 as a location for reprieve. Currently, with the Village in turmoil from Orochimaru's invasion, she'd been rushing left and right to deal with various issues. Every time she quelled one, another five would pop up.
If it wasn't the reconstruction of damaged sections of the Hyūga grounds, it was dealing with the reparations for the families of shinobi who'd died in the invasion. If not that, then a meeting with the Taketori Clan, or snuffing out spies who grew a little too bold in their conduct. With the Leaf having been attacked, it was common sense that many would be eyeing the village for signs of weakness. Since they Uchiha were concerned with quelling the internal troubles of the Village -thus their Uchiha-run Police force- she'd turned her gaze to those who eyed the village from the outside.
With what little free time she had, she'd returned to her personal spot, reclining in a chair and enjoying a specially prepared cup of a tea. The tea had been brewed by hand, from the drying of the leaves to the calculated art of boiling and administering the water. These leaves, in particular, were recherche, and cost quite the pretty penny.
Sipping at her cup, she tossed her stresses to the wind and relaxed. Today, she would enjoy life.
Hyōryugetsu
Perched on a smooth, protruding stone, her legs dangling in the water, Hyō watched on with rapt interest as the Yuki leader of their band of mirthfully Misty merrymakers, tried to cajole the Konoha ninja into sharing camp with them. She hadn't expected ones so prideful, so isolationist so...xenophobic- as the Yuki to propose such a thing. But to her surprise, the Yuki delegation seemed to be all for getting along with their previously mortal xeno enemies. Hama had proposed the whole endeavor, and Tsuki seemed to be taking it in strides. She was awfully suspicious for several seconds, wondering if the two had perhaps at some point, mistaken her water flask for their own and downed mouthfuls from her flask along with the copious amounts of hallucinatory drug that'd been imbued in the water.
While the two seemed to deviate from standard Yuki behavior, Kai -dear Kai- remained steadfast, a true anchor in times of peril! So great was his rage, so aghast his expression, so horrifyingly disgusted his demeanor, that at any moment now, Hyō expected he would explode with the fury of a thousand frigid suns, preaching the xeno-despising doctrine while surrounded by an awe-inspiring air of self-righteousness, a solemn commitment to his divine duty, and sprinkles.
Hyō eagerly awaited such a scene.
Eyelashes fluttered. Once, twice, thrice, a plethora of times in rapid succession. Looking on with utter incredulity, Koki'o watched as the Jonin, an entire continent's length away from home, accused her of being on foreign soil. Raising an eyebrow with disgruntled sass, she shot back, "Excuse me? I'll have you know that Nadeshiko resides within the Land of Water. It's quite ironic to hear the words foreign soil coming from Shinobi based on the other side of the world. Well, whatever...Suna's business in the Land of Water is hardly my concern, nor do I care much to get nosey." Twirling her fingers through her burning-red-hair, she shifted her gaze with disinterest. "If you must know, I'm a hired observer. Naturally, there are many people interested in the outcome of this little Jinchuriki hunt. Although none of them would be too keen on offending the 5 Great Nations, they'd certainly want to know how things played out."
Sagisō
'Thrice damned Yuki wastrels!'
Fuming, Sagisō mentally slandered the Yuki with every profanity she knew. Incidentally, she hadn't left the scene at all, and the Yuki's insistence on remaining in the vicinity foiled her plans to bait with clones and leave afterward. Having departed with fanfare, it would be all too wasteful to reveal her position now. As the two teams bickered back and forth, Sagisō -and by extension Furījia- had been silently observing the proceedings.
Sagisō ~~Flashback~~~
So vicious was the induced, but ersatz, force of nature that it had actually torn the clone controlling it to shreds as it spiraled out of control. Fire Release had oft been used to induce changes in the weather, and the nature of the Cyclone Sagisō had created now combined with the heated air, exciting the air molecules and stirring the air currents. As they said, temperature and kinetic energy were directly proportional, and with the massive increase in temperature, a massive increase in kinetic energy followed. This directly translated to increased wind speeds.
The twister shook the earth, its voracity infinite as it devoured the wooden fuel of the Hyūga training hall. Floorboards ignited, wooden beams combusting as fires spread through the rafters and in seconds engulfed the entire building. The mighty, exquisite, and very expensive building groaned and roared, engulfed from the inside out. The twister's wind speeds were kicking up and soon it would reach levels only seen in natural disasters. The out of control jutsu, fueled by pre-existing conditions, had been seized by nature and was well on its way to becoming an F1 Tornado.
It went without saying that Sagisō had already moved to protect herself. Where she previously lay, a hole in the flooring could be seen where the Kunoichi had slipped under the building and now took refuge beneath the great construct. She could hear the bustle and yells of her Clansmen as they evacuated the building. She could also hear the wooden planks above her creaking and trembling as the siphoning winds sought to tear them from the ground and combust them within its tempestuous main body.
On one hand, her life would be a short-lived one set to expire the minute her mother heard of this incident and rushed back to the clan in apocalyptic, world-ending fury. Though, on the bright side, she was now set up for a perfect ambush. Her location was unknown to her foe, and with the chakra-produced flames raging above her, even Kiro's Sharingan would be helpless to discover her. Wiggling in her bindings, she rolled back and forth a few times before flexing, the wires around her snapping as her chakra had sawed through them.
The gears of her mind churned as she planned out her next moves. Whatever they were, one thing was certain. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, she would need to make herself scarce. Once her mother had found, and flayed, Kiro, she could then face the lady's diminished wrath. She clasped her hands together and offered a quick gesture of thanks and gratitude to her opponent and sacrificial lamb. His death would ensure her future survival. Ah, though that didn't mean she would go easy on him now.
With her Byakugan, none of Kiro's actions above the roof had escaped her sight. He'd managed to throw himself to one of the adjacent training halls to escape the Firenado. There were only training halls in this section of the Hyūga clan, so Sagisō wasn't particularly concerned about any vital structures being damaged by the flames. Settling down, she watched. She knew that in a matter of several moments even that building would become kindle for the flames. Licking her lips, she waited.
Rakūsupā ~~Flashback~~
Moving at a stroll, Rakū, the personal attendant to the Hyūga Head, had been returning to the Clan. Her Mistress was a busy woman, and every so often would up and depart on tasks vital to the assurance of the Hyūga's interests, which were just another way of saying she was relaxing and would not tolerate being disturbed for matters regarding anything less trepidatious than the destruction of the world.
However, when the ten-year-old girl crested the corner and say the massive spout of flames erupting from the middle of Hyūga territory, it most certainly registered as a crisis large enough to collapse the heavens and shatter the earth -or perhaps that was more in reference to the action of her Mistress after being briefed. Well, whatever it was, it was of no concern to the girl. Shrieking like the panicked child she was, she turned on her heels and fled to inform Hinagiku.
Hinagiku ~~Fashback~~
Just outside the Hidden Leaf village, on the banks of a small pond, a myriad of illustrious flowers bloomed beneath the tender care and attention of one Hinagiku Hyūga. This alcove of the forest was her personal relaxation spot, she'd had it created and manned with attendants 24/7 as a location for reprieve. Currently, with the Village in turmoil from Orochimaru's invasion, she'd been rushing left and right to deal with various issues. Every time she quelled one, another five would pop up.
If it wasn't the reconstruction of damaged sections of the Hyūga grounds, it was dealing with the reparations for the families of shinobi who'd died in the invasion. If not that, then a meeting with the Taketori Clan, or snuffing out spies who grew a little too bold in their conduct. With the Leaf having been attacked, it was common sense that many would be eyeing the village for signs of weakness. Since they Uchiha were concerned with quelling the internal troubles of the Village -thus their Uchiha-run Police force- she'd turned her gaze to those who eyed the village from the outside.
With what little free time she had, she'd returned to her personal spot, reclining in a chair and enjoying a specially prepared cup of a tea. The tea had been brewed by hand, from the drying of the leaves to the calculated art of boiling and administering the water. These leaves, in particular, were recherche, and cost quite the pretty penny.
Sipping at her cup, she tossed her stresses to the wind and relaxed. Today, she would enjoy life.
Hyōryugetsu
Perched on a smooth, protruding stone, her legs dangling in the water, Hyō watched on with rapt interest as the Yuki leader of their band of mirthfully Misty merrymakers, tried to cajole the Konoha ninja into sharing camp with them. She hadn't expected ones so prideful, so isolationist so...xenophobic- as the Yuki to propose such a thing. But to her surprise, the Yuki delegation seemed to be all for getting along with their previously mortal xeno enemies. Hama had proposed the whole endeavor, and Tsuki seemed to be taking it in strides. She was awfully suspicious for several seconds, wondering if the two had perhaps at some point, mistaken her water flask for their own and downed mouthfuls from her flask along with the copious amounts of hallucinatory drug that'd been imbued in the water.
While the two seemed to deviate from standard Yuki behavior, Kai -dear Kai- remained steadfast, a true anchor in times of peril! So great was his rage, so aghast his expression, so horrifyingly disgusted his demeanor, that at any moment now, Hyō expected he would explode with the fury of a thousand frigid suns, preaching the xeno-despising doctrine while surrounded by an awe-inspiring air of self-righteousness, a solemn commitment to his divine duty, and sprinkles.
Hyō eagerly awaited such a scene.
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