Sagisō & Furījia
The wind whistled through her hair. In its frenzy it had undone her hair-ribbon, painting dark threads across the sky. The ground was approaching rapidly, but Sagisō had little time for such trivial matters. Her eyes exchanged looks with Furījia. The unwavering calm contained within paired with a gentle squeeze. The best reassurance she could give...or tried to give.
Focused on the battlefield below, Furījia was...not panicked. She wasn’t calm— the feeling much too elusive for one as fresh as her— but for her second time on a dangerous mission, she was taking things in stride. Her fingers trembled with unease but were firmly clenched around her weapons. Perhaps a bit too firmly as her knuckles were almost as white as the glistening silver needles she held.
Tense but focused. This was a good development. The part of Sagisō that wished to pamper and coddle her cried out in abject horror, but yet another part of her swelled with pride. With the canopy only several feet below them, Furījia spoke up, her voice barely a whisper in the wind- “I...want to try!”
Abstract? Maybe, but Sagisō understood perfectly. Hidden beneath that timid, reluctant exterior...was desire. A desire to prove herself maybe? The exact reason did not matter to Sagisō, not at this moment. Right here, and right now, the embers of desire had sparked in the girl’s heart and Sagisō had no intention of missing this chance. She would shelter it, nurture it, and provide it the kindling it needed to become a great blaze.
Flexing at the waist, she kicked toward Furījia, accurately hitting the base of her sister’s heels and pushing her forward. “Go!”
The younger Hyūga shot through the branches, her body already sparking with lightning as she directed —right at Seiun! Her fingers went straight to the spindle of hand signs, weaving chakra into shape and form. “Raiton: Electric Shock Needles!”
Taking Seiun from above, she rained down a shower of sparks. In truth, this jutsu cost essentially no chakra. It was weak, beyond weak. Even after taking a direct hit, her opponent would not be harmed —but he didn’t know that. For the electric shock needles, their entire reason for being was merely to be a flashy intro. At the moment that Seiun moved to defend or dodge, she would strike, launching a bolt of thunder in the form of her chakra-infused hair needle.
While Furījia had gone ahead, Sagisō had a few things to do before she could catch up. With a kunai in either hand, she fell into the forest’s leafy crown. Her blades stabbed at the tree trunks. She didn’t intend to stop herself in this manner, her momentum was too great for that and the blades would not go deep enough. However, by stabbing her kunai into a tree her momentum was reduced, and as a bonus she now had a leverage point with which to change directions. Each time she come into contact with a tree, she did not plummet straight down, but instead curved around the trunk before using her curved trajectory to fling herself to another tree.
This served a dual purpose. On on hand, she would no longer shattered all the bones in her leg upon landing, and the other hand the homing lightning bolts Seiun had thrown now needed to zigag through the trunks to reach her. They were gaining quickly, but not at a pace that could pressure the Nadeshiko kunoichi. It would appear Seiun had intentionally slowed down the lightning bolts hoping to hit them as they landed.
As she finally regained full control of her body, no longer hindered by her sky-dive momentum, she stuck herself to a nearby tree-trunk —and waited. As the lightning missiles arrived, struck out once, twice, four times, eight times, sixteen times... “Protective Eight Trigram: 64 Palms!”
Weaving the chakra-cutting nature of the gentle-fist with her own insulating wind chakra, Sagisō wove a meshed next of chakra blades around her that expended outward and ensnared the lightning bolts. The jutsu clash, setting off small explosions, but they were hardly anything worth mentioning.
