>>5916449With her left hand she spears two kunai up and into False Naoki’s chest, obliterating him into a puff of smoke instantly. The millisecond he’s gone she’s pulling on the strings attached to said kunai, savagely ripping them back down and swinging them in a wide arc towards your face, most likely crackling invisibly with a powerful electric current.
Of course, Yuzuki had a problem. Two Naokis were rushing at her simultaneously, so she had to split her attention between both of you. She handles this problem by sending out her other handful of kunai behind her before yanking them back into an arc as well, pirouetting in the sand like a dancer in the spotlight, now discharging so much lightning chakra down through her wires that they’re glowing a molten red and sending jolts of static into the nearby sand and water.
The strategy was clear. She expected you to back off, let her make some space.
The first thing you think of doing is lassoing her with the strung kunai you stole from her earlier: Since she was focused on her technique you could probably wrap it around one of her limbs even as you dart out of range of her area of effect.
In your imagination comes a whisper though. A memory of blood and cut sinew, of spewing death into parched soil. You don’t think grabbing her with a razor thin wire would necessarily do MAJOR harm, but it would definitely cut her.
And anyway… You didn’t want to cut her.
Newfound sensation of mercy in your heart, you decide to end this thing immediately, here and now.
You slam your foot into the ground, pinning the wire of your stolen kunai into the sand. Yuzuki’s eyes flash towards you, since you’ve confirmed which one is real. A sinister gleam passes along her face as she smiles at you, like a drooling fox about to tear into the hide of a rabbit.
With twin snaps of her wrist she redirects the kunai towards you, not directly at you, but around you, surrounding you on all sides. You feel your hair stand on end as she says “Lightning Death Cage.”
The palpable potential energy practically boiling around you as the electricity charts a course from one end of the death cage to the other, using your heart and brain as a medium to do so.
