Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
"And let's not forget...we have quite good hearing too."
Murasaki was completely unbothered by the foul glare Hanako threw him as he continued, "Oh, don't let me interrupt. I think throwing a flash bomb and tying us up is a brilliant plan. I'd love to see it in action." he gave the hand mirror a meaningful twirl, "I really would."
"Better be careful." Kurodaiya warned, her voice drenched in mock dread, "Kunai-girl probably wouldn't forgive you for that."
"And this one wants to fight us." Suigyoku scoffed, pointing at Yumi, "Thrill-seeking barbarians flock together, it seems."
"Enough already!" Hanako might have been intimidated at first, but right now she was nothing short of angry, focusing her glare straight at the person she presumed to be the leader of this strange group, "I don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about, but it has nothing to do with my team, right? Regardless of what happens, do you swear on the honor of your clan that you will leave them alone?"
"You've got some nerve to invoke clan honor, bloodtraitor." Kurodaiya spat out, "But yes, you have my word that we will leave peacefully...provided that they do nothing hostile in return. We do not slaughter the innocent, that is the honor of the Houseki clan."
"I see." the kunoichi replied evenly, taking a few steps forward to face her opponent, "And I do not let the innocent come to harm. That is the honor of the Tamori Clan"
Much to Hanako's surprise, her adversary broke a tiny grin at this, "You sound like you actually believe that." she remarked, gesturing for her companions to make room, "It's too bad you're so sadly misguided."
"Likewise." the young swordswoman replied, assuming her standard fighting stance.
"There is no end to your bold words, is there?" Kurodaiya asked, "We'll just see if you can back them up then, shall we?" with a simple finger movement, she finally extended her weapon to its full splendor. In terms of overall shape, it was a slightly larger-than-normal fan, but instead of feathers or paper, it seemed to consist entirely of thin, colorfully tinted crystals, the entire visible spectrum ranging across its surface while numerous eye-like pattern gave it a slightly mesmerizing appearance. The only dull part on the object was the bottom, a uniform black, attached to her wrist by a matching chain. Disarming quite clearly wasn't an option here.
"I'll make the first move, shall I?" Kurodaiya inquired, not waiting for a reply, she swung the fan towards her opponent in a downward, sweeping motion, as if performing a two-hand slash, "Houseki style! Rainbow Blades!"
At the command, Hanako could have sworn that the outer edge of the fan glowed, but a mere blink later it was gone. More confusingly, the gale-force wind and ensuing dust storm she had expected were nowhere to be seen. In fact, the attack seemed to have accomplished nothing whatsoever. Just as she was about to seize on the opportunity and charge her opponent, however, a warning bell went off at the back of her head. There was a certain talent you developed when you were around Akane long enough and on a regular basis, a talent which having a projectile specialist for a sensei only enhanced. You learned to notice projectiles, not just by look or even sound, but as a form of sense. There were times when you just knew that something sharp and pointy was soaring through the air, and Hanako had been through this often enough to know that stopping to analyze usually meant you'd be too late in acting. Not stopping to think, Hanako did what came naturally, channeling her chakra into her feet and immediately leaping backwards.
This, as it turned out, had been a last moment save, as a thin, red crescent shape suddenly embedded itself into the ground where she had been a split-second before, soon followed by five others. Orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the last landing straight by her foot. The projectiles, Hanako realized, would have drawn a clean line down the middle of her body had she been a second slower on the uptake.
It wasn't exactly a thrilling prospect. She had never been too bothered by projectiles in general, but invisible projectiles? How the heck was she supposed to fight against-
"Houseki style! Rainbow Blades!"
A pair of sweeping movements from Kurodaiya's fan reminded the swordswoman that this was not the best time to start theorizing, the familiar sense of imminent danger spurring her on. Like before, there was no sign of the projectiles save for the primordial insistence that they were there, but if she was going by the assumption that this woman couldn't manipulate their path much beyond the initial launch then...
"Shimatta! Tamori style, Forest's Skin!"
Not long after her realization, a set of colorful shards appeared on each side, effectively pincering her and sending a spray of tree sap into the air as they made contact with the newly formed bark. Hanako, despite being largely uninjured, didn't look much better off than the temporary armor that was now shedding off her, its limited endurance exhausted. The bark may have taken the brunt of the assault, but an impulse of that magnitude wasn't something you wanted to receive on a regular basis, especially not two at the same time. Even so, Hanako had not halted her fervent dash for a second, drawing straight towards her opponent for a diving slash. This persistence, it seemed, had not been expected, and she thought she caught a glimpse of shock in the other's eyes as the blade arced down, only to rebound with a wailing complaint as it struck decidedly rigid opposition.
"Houseki style, Mineral Clone."
The familiar smirk of superiority remained on Kurodaiya's face as she grinned at Hanako from a tree branch above, bringing up the fan with a casual heave of the chain it was attached to while leaving her opponent to glare at the vaguely humanoid lump of metal in front of her.
Hanako felt like kicking herself. A simple Genjutsu and Ninjutsu combination with a puppetry twist and she had fallen for it. This time, however...
"Rainbow Blades!"
"Tamori Style! Dance of Budding!"
Tapping into the chakra reserve in her blade, the swordswoman immediately transfered as much of it as possible into her arm, swinging wildly to deflect the blades raining down on her. There was a number of flaws to this plan, the least of which being that this dance was intended for a visible target, but taking the battle into close quarters and making sure it stayed there was definitely her best bet.
With another metallic crash, sword and fan connected, the owner of the latter holding her ground despite both of Hanako's hands being at the handle in order to add to the pressure.
"Not...bad." Kurodaiya conceded, locking eyes with her opponent, "Most swords would break or bend from that kind of abuse, but it seems yours is quite well crafted, then again...Houseki weapons always were the best."
Just as she was about to retort, Hanako suddenly reached a realization about the situation, and this time around the petrified sensation had barely gotten past her toes before her leg rose, dealing out a roundhouse kick that forced her opponent to retreat a bit, breaking the eye contact in the process.
The impudent expression remained firmly plastered onto the older kunoichi's face, "You're learning." she said, "But I wonder how long you can keep up at this pace. Rainbow Blades!"
By now Hanako already knew what to expect, leaping over to the next branch as a fresh row of projectiles punctured the tree trunk behind her, one scratching her left forearm and leaving a nasty gash in the process, followed by another, and another, and another. Geez...was there no end to this crazy lady's weapons? Hanako was being pushed to the limit just dodging them, and Kurodaiya didn't even seem to break a sweat. Energy conservation be damned, if she didn't overpower her opponent now while she still had some chakra left, this wouldn't even be a contest.
"Petal Blade!"
Compared to the endless stream of serrated crystals heading her way, the measly five flower petals looked practically laughable.
"Oh, please." she scoffed, swatting aside the attack before turning the fan towards Hanako once more, "Now you're not even trying!"
Had she been a bit less relaxed about the situation or a bit more attentive about the rather casual pose her opponent had suddenly adopted, she might not have been so surprised when the other's body suddenly disappeared with a cracking sound and a puff of smoke, she might also have expected the second cracking sound from behind her back, not to mention the sword heading her way. As it was, the best the kunoichi could do was reel backwards in a desperate attempt to keep her younger opponent's attack from striking a critical spot, being effectively forced off her branch and back down to the ground in the process.
"How reckless..." Kurodaiya hissed, grasping the surface scratch that had been made across her right cheek while unleashing another wave of projectiles to keep her opponent back, "You transformed yourself into a flower petal?!"
"You're learning." Hanako echoed the other's words, charging forward with a fresh series of slashes to keep her opponent off balance. Much to the other's frustration, it was working well, and even though the majority of the attacks were parried, that was also precisely as much as Kurodaiya managed to do. It had been a reckless gambit if ever there was one, and it was precisely the sheer insanity of it that had made it work, Hanako knew. She'd need to finish this now, and to do that, another reckless gambit was called for. Though her opponent probably didn't notice amidst her parrying attempts, Hanako fitted in a hand seal with her free hand between each slash, willing her ever more loudly complaining body to keep up. Just a little more, just one falter, one weak spot and...
"There! Tamori style, Dance of Blossoms!"
Though Hanako herself couldn't see it, the effect of this maneuver was quite the sight in its own right, a giant twister suddenly rising up in the previously calm air. Carried up by the illusory gale, a multitude of vividly pink blossoms rose up as well, their fragrance hanging heavily in the air as they circled around their target, obscuring both battlers from view. The kunoichi herself had something quite different to focus on, however, smoothly angling her way to her preoccupied opponent's unprotected back, gathering her excess chakra around the blade as she slowly raised it above her head in preparation of an all-ending two-hand slash.
Explosion was probably the best way to describe it. Raw, unharnessed chakra unleashed with the sole intent of harming was not the most stable of substances, and it certainly did not take kindly to being interposed. So when you took two sources of raw, unharnessed chakra unleashed with the sole intent of harming and pitted them against each other, nature could really only think of one way to resolve the issue.
Light temporarily blinded both of them. Metal groaned pitifully as the combined force of the attacks deformed them, and then, the inevitable backlash of momentum sent both fighters reeling back, both weapons helplessly spiraling out of their owners' hands. The result had all the makings of a stalemate, save for one detail...
Kurodaiya's weapon was still chained to her wrist, and this fact was soon mirrored in her expression as she recalled the fan back into her hand while Hanako's sword landed broken point first onto the ground by the Houseki shinobi's feet.
"Don't..." Hanako growled, rising to her feet and ignoring the bruises and cuts on her body as she grasped her scabbard in a surprisingly imposing manner, charging at her foe once more, "Don't think it's over yet!"
"You just never give up, do you?!" Kurodaiya snarled, preparing her fan once more, "I was hoping not to resort to this, but I can't risk you having another technique like that in store." shifting her weight backwards, the woman performed a movement surprisingly similar to Hanako's dance movements, twirling elegantly on the spot with her fan raised. The moment they caught sight of the motion, both of the other Houseki shinobi immediately retreated behind their respective trees, "Houseki style, Spectrum Attack!"
It had been a clear sign that something nasty was about to happen, but Hanako seemed unable to either realize or act on it, merely swinging the wooden scabbard at her opponent like a sword before the world dissolved into a blur of color.
The previous impact might have been more cataclysmic, but when it came to widespread damage, Kurodaiya's recent technique definitely had it beat. Colorful crystal fragments had wedged themselves into anything and virtually everything unfortunate enough to be within a three-meter sphere around her. Kurodaiya herself didn't seem much better off, trembling visibly from exhaustion, and the fan in her hand had been reduced to a tiny line of colors by the black rim, apparently having fired off the entirety of its projectile supply. Despite her condition, the Houseki shinobi seemed decidedly triumphant as she observed her foe, covered in shards much like the rest of the objects in her environment, pieces of bark feebly shedding off as a mixture of sap and blood drenched the ground beneath her as she struggled to raise her face back towards the opponent, one hand weakly attempting something akin to a hand sign.
"Know your limits already!" Kurodaiya scoffed, procuring the earth scroll from within the confines of her coat and tossing it carelessly in Team 11's general direction, "That...was a good fight, but it's over. You have no chakra and no weapon. You can't even stand anymore. Do you seriously expect to pull off another miraculous gambit?"
"No..." Hanako manged to utter, her voice barely audible as she turned her face upwards, revealing a sight that downright shocked her opponent, "...you already bought into this one." her grin reached an almost manic proportion as she completed the last seal, "Branch Shackle."
At those simple words, a terrifying realization finally struck the older kunoichi, her glance barely managing to register the scabbard and wooden hilt on each side of her before the thick branches grasped her, immediately constricting both arms and forcing them firmly across the Houseki shinobi's chest before they started squeezing together, "But..." she managed to gasp out, struggling in vain to pull out some form technique or tool to get her out of the ever tightening grasp while the branches snaked up towards her throat, "...the Dance of Blossoms, don't tell me it was all-"
"Diversion." the younger kunoichi filled in, rising to her feet in a painstakingly slow manner, "One thing...you should have noticed during the exam...Kurodaiya-chan...I'm terrible with Genjutsu, but...pretty good at pretend games." she slowly brought her hand upwards, performing a grasping motion on the air. On queue, the branches slithered forward, grasping her opponent around the neck and tightening around it, "It is...as you say...over."
"Houseki style! Earthsplitter!"
The moment the giant-like shinobi's voice rumbled into her ears, the hand Hanako had used to manipulate her technique reeled back, a pained yelp escaping her lips as the illusory damage struck her back down to the ground. Her vision was getting blurry fast, but even so she could vaguely make out the large, gaping rift that had been created mere inches from Kurodaiya's body, and the splintered pieces of wood and metal around it that had once been Hanako's scabbard and blade respectively.
"Kurodaiya-san!"
"No...matter, Suigyoku." the other replied, still gasping for air "The traitor's weapon is broken, not ideal...but our mission is over all the same."
For a moment, Suigyoku looked like he was about to enter a battle of vengeance, her violently coughing superior cradled in her arms, but then he seemed to think the better of it, nodding towards Murasaki, who immediately darted over to the rift his companion had created, performing a rapid succession of hand seals before placing both hands on the ground while his partner disappeared in a chakra-hastened blur of motion.
"Houseki style, Crystal Boundary!"
On his command, a translucent, crystalline wall snaked its way out of the wide gash in the ground, interposing any attempts of ranged attacks or other reprisal. Apparently, these two had taken Akane's kunais far more seriously than they had let on.
"Don't think this is over." he remarked from behind the comfort of his barrier, "You, Tamori Hanako, have made an enemy of Houseki clan's second house today, and we do not forget those who wrong us. Our pact of honor keeps us from interfering, but rest assured: we will meet again and next time we shall not hold back."
As far as Hanako was concerned, the shinobi's words fell on deaf ears. His sudden departure was equally irrelevant, as was the crumbling of the technique he had set up. Even the fact that she had technically won and that they now had a scroll meant nothing right now. Her right hand still hanging limply, the girl crept and dragged her way towards the splintered remains of her weapon the best she could, tears streaming down her cheeks. It hurt, everything hurt, but right now there was only one thing she knew.
"I need my weapon..."
She should have been lying down, she should have been getting the numerous cuts on her body treated, she should have been resting and replenishing, but instead she struggled her way towards the pile of debris, starting to assemble the individual splinters into a pile in front of her at a painstakingly slow pace.
"...is my weapon..." she mumbled, as if in trance, a series of sobs which normally wouldn't even have thought of letting out escaping her throat, "...need my weapon...is-is my weapon...please..." she turned an utterly piteous glance to her comrades, anxiously holding onto the small collection of splinters she had managed to assemble as if they were young birds who might fly off at the slightest provocation but who would be hurt if she held on any harder, "...please...really...really need my weapon..."
OOC: Woo-hoo, annoyingly long battle post and freak out scene done. ^0^ Alright, still have a follow up post to do once somebody helps her with those wood shards. They're not so cruel as to just ignore that plea, right? D=
Murasaki was completely unbothered by the foul glare Hanako threw him as he continued, "Oh, don't let me interrupt. I think throwing a flash bomb and tying us up is a brilliant plan. I'd love to see it in action." he gave the hand mirror a meaningful twirl, "I really would."
"Better be careful." Kurodaiya warned, her voice drenched in mock dread, "Kunai-girl probably wouldn't forgive you for that."
"And this one wants to fight us." Suigyoku scoffed, pointing at Yumi, "Thrill-seeking barbarians flock together, it seems."
"Enough already!" Hanako might have been intimidated at first, but right now she was nothing short of angry, focusing her glare straight at the person she presumed to be the leader of this strange group, "I don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about, but it has nothing to do with my team, right? Regardless of what happens, do you swear on the honor of your clan that you will leave them alone?"
"You've got some nerve to invoke clan honor, bloodtraitor." Kurodaiya spat out, "But yes, you have my word that we will leave peacefully...provided that they do nothing hostile in return. We do not slaughter the innocent, that is the honor of the Houseki clan."
"I see." the kunoichi replied evenly, taking a few steps forward to face her opponent, "And I do not let the innocent come to harm. That is the honor of the Tamori Clan"
Much to Hanako's surprise, her adversary broke a tiny grin at this, "You sound like you actually believe that." she remarked, gesturing for her companions to make room, "It's too bad you're so sadly misguided."
"Likewise." the young swordswoman replied, assuming her standard fighting stance.
"There is no end to your bold words, is there?" Kurodaiya asked, "We'll just see if you can back them up then, shall we?" with a simple finger movement, she finally extended her weapon to its full splendor. In terms of overall shape, it was a slightly larger-than-normal fan, but instead of feathers or paper, it seemed to consist entirely of thin, colorfully tinted crystals, the entire visible spectrum ranging across its surface while numerous eye-like pattern gave it a slightly mesmerizing appearance. The only dull part on the object was the bottom, a uniform black, attached to her wrist by a matching chain. Disarming quite clearly wasn't an option here.
"I'll make the first move, shall I?" Kurodaiya inquired, not waiting for a reply, she swung the fan towards her opponent in a downward, sweeping motion, as if performing a two-hand slash, "Houseki style! Rainbow Blades!"
At the command, Hanako could have sworn that the outer edge of the fan glowed, but a mere blink later it was gone. More confusingly, the gale-force wind and ensuing dust storm she had expected were nowhere to be seen. In fact, the attack seemed to have accomplished nothing whatsoever. Just as she was about to seize on the opportunity and charge her opponent, however, a warning bell went off at the back of her head. There was a certain talent you developed when you were around Akane long enough and on a regular basis, a talent which having a projectile specialist for a sensei only enhanced. You learned to notice projectiles, not just by look or even sound, but as a form of sense. There were times when you just knew that something sharp and pointy was soaring through the air, and Hanako had been through this often enough to know that stopping to analyze usually meant you'd be too late in acting. Not stopping to think, Hanako did what came naturally, channeling her chakra into her feet and immediately leaping backwards.
This, as it turned out, had been a last moment save, as a thin, red crescent shape suddenly embedded itself into the ground where she had been a split-second before, soon followed by five others. Orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the last landing straight by her foot. The projectiles, Hanako realized, would have drawn a clean line down the middle of her body had she been a second slower on the uptake.
It wasn't exactly a thrilling prospect. She had never been too bothered by projectiles in general, but invisible projectiles? How the heck was she supposed to fight against-
"Houseki style! Rainbow Blades!"
A pair of sweeping movements from Kurodaiya's fan reminded the swordswoman that this was not the best time to start theorizing, the familiar sense of imminent danger spurring her on. Like before, there was no sign of the projectiles save for the primordial insistence that they were there, but if she was going by the assumption that this woman couldn't manipulate their path much beyond the initial launch then...
"Shimatta! Tamori style, Forest's Skin!"
Not long after her realization, a set of colorful shards appeared on each side, effectively pincering her and sending a spray of tree sap into the air as they made contact with the newly formed bark. Hanako, despite being largely uninjured, didn't look much better off than the temporary armor that was now shedding off her, its limited endurance exhausted. The bark may have taken the brunt of the assault, but an impulse of that magnitude wasn't something you wanted to receive on a regular basis, especially not two at the same time. Even so, Hanako had not halted her fervent dash for a second, drawing straight towards her opponent for a diving slash. This persistence, it seemed, had not been expected, and she thought she caught a glimpse of shock in the other's eyes as the blade arced down, only to rebound with a wailing complaint as it struck decidedly rigid opposition.
"Houseki style, Mineral Clone."
The familiar smirk of superiority remained on Kurodaiya's face as she grinned at Hanako from a tree branch above, bringing up the fan with a casual heave of the chain it was attached to while leaving her opponent to glare at the vaguely humanoid lump of metal in front of her.
Hanako felt like kicking herself. A simple Genjutsu and Ninjutsu combination with a puppetry twist and she had fallen for it. This time, however...
"Rainbow Blades!"
"Tamori Style! Dance of Budding!"
Tapping into the chakra reserve in her blade, the swordswoman immediately transfered as much of it as possible into her arm, swinging wildly to deflect the blades raining down on her. There was a number of flaws to this plan, the least of which being that this dance was intended for a visible target, but taking the battle into close quarters and making sure it stayed there was definitely her best bet.
With another metallic crash, sword and fan connected, the owner of the latter holding her ground despite both of Hanako's hands being at the handle in order to add to the pressure.
"Not...bad." Kurodaiya conceded, locking eyes with her opponent, "Most swords would break or bend from that kind of abuse, but it seems yours is quite well crafted, then again...Houseki weapons always were the best."
Just as she was about to retort, Hanako suddenly reached a realization about the situation, and this time around the petrified sensation had barely gotten past her toes before her leg rose, dealing out a roundhouse kick that forced her opponent to retreat a bit, breaking the eye contact in the process.
The impudent expression remained firmly plastered onto the older kunoichi's face, "You're learning." she said, "But I wonder how long you can keep up at this pace. Rainbow Blades!"
By now Hanako already knew what to expect, leaping over to the next branch as a fresh row of projectiles punctured the tree trunk behind her, one scratching her left forearm and leaving a nasty gash in the process, followed by another, and another, and another. Geez...was there no end to this crazy lady's weapons? Hanako was being pushed to the limit just dodging them, and Kurodaiya didn't even seem to break a sweat. Energy conservation be damned, if she didn't overpower her opponent now while she still had some chakra left, this wouldn't even be a contest.
"Petal Blade!"
Compared to the endless stream of serrated crystals heading her way, the measly five flower petals looked practically laughable.
"Oh, please." she scoffed, swatting aside the attack before turning the fan towards Hanako once more, "Now you're not even trying!"
Had she been a bit less relaxed about the situation or a bit more attentive about the rather casual pose her opponent had suddenly adopted, she might not have been so surprised when the other's body suddenly disappeared with a cracking sound and a puff of smoke, she might also have expected the second cracking sound from behind her back, not to mention the sword heading her way. As it was, the best the kunoichi could do was reel backwards in a desperate attempt to keep her younger opponent's attack from striking a critical spot, being effectively forced off her branch and back down to the ground in the process.
"How reckless..." Kurodaiya hissed, grasping the surface scratch that had been made across her right cheek while unleashing another wave of projectiles to keep her opponent back, "You transformed yourself into a flower petal?!"
"You're learning." Hanako echoed the other's words, charging forward with a fresh series of slashes to keep her opponent off balance. Much to the other's frustration, it was working well, and even though the majority of the attacks were parried, that was also precisely as much as Kurodaiya managed to do. It had been a reckless gambit if ever there was one, and it was precisely the sheer insanity of it that had made it work, Hanako knew. She'd need to finish this now, and to do that, another reckless gambit was called for. Though her opponent probably didn't notice amidst her parrying attempts, Hanako fitted in a hand seal with her free hand between each slash, willing her ever more loudly complaining body to keep up. Just a little more, just one falter, one weak spot and...
"There! Tamori style, Dance of Blossoms!"
Though Hanako herself couldn't see it, the effect of this maneuver was quite the sight in its own right, a giant twister suddenly rising up in the previously calm air. Carried up by the illusory gale, a multitude of vividly pink blossoms rose up as well, their fragrance hanging heavily in the air as they circled around their target, obscuring both battlers from view. The kunoichi herself had something quite different to focus on, however, smoothly angling her way to her preoccupied opponent's unprotected back, gathering her excess chakra around the blade as she slowly raised it above her head in preparation of an all-ending two-hand slash.
Explosion was probably the best way to describe it. Raw, unharnessed chakra unleashed with the sole intent of harming was not the most stable of substances, and it certainly did not take kindly to being interposed. So when you took two sources of raw, unharnessed chakra unleashed with the sole intent of harming and pitted them against each other, nature could really only think of one way to resolve the issue.
Light temporarily blinded both of them. Metal groaned pitifully as the combined force of the attacks deformed them, and then, the inevitable backlash of momentum sent both fighters reeling back, both weapons helplessly spiraling out of their owners' hands. The result had all the makings of a stalemate, save for one detail...
Kurodaiya's weapon was still chained to her wrist, and this fact was soon mirrored in her expression as she recalled the fan back into her hand while Hanako's sword landed broken point first onto the ground by the Houseki shinobi's feet.
"Don't..." Hanako growled, rising to her feet and ignoring the bruises and cuts on her body as she grasped her scabbard in a surprisingly imposing manner, charging at her foe once more, "Don't think it's over yet!"
"You just never give up, do you?!" Kurodaiya snarled, preparing her fan once more, "I was hoping not to resort to this, but I can't risk you having another technique like that in store." shifting her weight backwards, the woman performed a movement surprisingly similar to Hanako's dance movements, twirling elegantly on the spot with her fan raised. The moment they caught sight of the motion, both of the other Houseki shinobi immediately retreated behind their respective trees, "Houseki style, Spectrum Attack!"
It had been a clear sign that something nasty was about to happen, but Hanako seemed unable to either realize or act on it, merely swinging the wooden scabbard at her opponent like a sword before the world dissolved into a blur of color.
The previous impact might have been more cataclysmic, but when it came to widespread damage, Kurodaiya's recent technique definitely had it beat. Colorful crystal fragments had wedged themselves into anything and virtually everything unfortunate enough to be within a three-meter sphere around her. Kurodaiya herself didn't seem much better off, trembling visibly from exhaustion, and the fan in her hand had been reduced to a tiny line of colors by the black rim, apparently having fired off the entirety of its projectile supply. Despite her condition, the Houseki shinobi seemed decidedly triumphant as she observed her foe, covered in shards much like the rest of the objects in her environment, pieces of bark feebly shedding off as a mixture of sap and blood drenched the ground beneath her as she struggled to raise her face back towards the opponent, one hand weakly attempting something akin to a hand sign.
"Know your limits already!" Kurodaiya scoffed, procuring the earth scroll from within the confines of her coat and tossing it carelessly in Team 11's general direction, "That...was a good fight, but it's over. You have no chakra and no weapon. You can't even stand anymore. Do you seriously expect to pull off another miraculous gambit?"
"No..." Hanako manged to utter, her voice barely audible as she turned her face upwards, revealing a sight that downright shocked her opponent, "...you already bought into this one." her grin reached an almost manic proportion as she completed the last seal, "Branch Shackle."
At those simple words, a terrifying realization finally struck the older kunoichi, her glance barely managing to register the scabbard and wooden hilt on each side of her before the thick branches grasped her, immediately constricting both arms and forcing them firmly across the Houseki shinobi's chest before they started squeezing together, "But..." she managed to gasp out, struggling in vain to pull out some form technique or tool to get her out of the ever tightening grasp while the branches snaked up towards her throat, "...the Dance of Blossoms, don't tell me it was all-"
"Diversion." the younger kunoichi filled in, rising to her feet in a painstakingly slow manner, "One thing...you should have noticed during the exam...Kurodaiya-chan...I'm terrible with Genjutsu, but...pretty good at pretend games." she slowly brought her hand upwards, performing a grasping motion on the air. On queue, the branches slithered forward, grasping her opponent around the neck and tightening around it, "It is...as you say...over."
"Houseki style! Earthsplitter!"
The moment the giant-like shinobi's voice rumbled into her ears, the hand Hanako had used to manipulate her technique reeled back, a pained yelp escaping her lips as the illusory damage struck her back down to the ground. Her vision was getting blurry fast, but even so she could vaguely make out the large, gaping rift that had been created mere inches from Kurodaiya's body, and the splintered pieces of wood and metal around it that had once been Hanako's scabbard and blade respectively.
"Kurodaiya-san!"
"No...matter, Suigyoku." the other replied, still gasping for air "The traitor's weapon is broken, not ideal...but our mission is over all the same."
For a moment, Suigyoku looked like he was about to enter a battle of vengeance, her violently coughing superior cradled in her arms, but then he seemed to think the better of it, nodding towards Murasaki, who immediately darted over to the rift his companion had created, performing a rapid succession of hand seals before placing both hands on the ground while his partner disappeared in a chakra-hastened blur of motion.
"Houseki style, Crystal Boundary!"
On his command, a translucent, crystalline wall snaked its way out of the wide gash in the ground, interposing any attempts of ranged attacks or other reprisal. Apparently, these two had taken Akane's kunais far more seriously than they had let on.
"Don't think this is over." he remarked from behind the comfort of his barrier, "You, Tamori Hanako, have made an enemy of Houseki clan's second house today, and we do not forget those who wrong us. Our pact of honor keeps us from interfering, but rest assured: we will meet again and next time we shall not hold back."
As far as Hanako was concerned, the shinobi's words fell on deaf ears. His sudden departure was equally irrelevant, as was the crumbling of the technique he had set up. Even the fact that she had technically won and that they now had a scroll meant nothing right now. Her right hand still hanging limply, the girl crept and dragged her way towards the splintered remains of her weapon the best she could, tears streaming down her cheeks. It hurt, everything hurt, but right now there was only one thing she knew.
"I need my weapon..."
She should have been lying down, she should have been getting the numerous cuts on her body treated, she should have been resting and replenishing, but instead she struggled her way towards the pile of debris, starting to assemble the individual splinters into a pile in front of her at a painstakingly slow pace.
"...is my weapon..." she mumbled, as if in trance, a series of sobs which normally wouldn't even have thought of letting out escaping her throat, "...need my weapon...is-is my weapon...please..." she turned an utterly piteous glance to her comrades, anxiously holding onto the small collection of splinters she had managed to assemble as if they were young birds who might fly off at the slightest provocation but who would be hurt if she held on any harder, "...please...really...really need my weapon..."
OOC: Woo-hoo, annoyingly long battle post and freak out scene done. ^0^ Alright, still have a follow up post to do once somebody helps her with those wood shards. They're not so cruel as to just ignore that plea, right? D=
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