>>5942940>>5942949>>5942973>>5942976>>5943000>>5943052>>5943211>>5943259>>5943279>>5943282>>5943321>>5943336>>5943344>>5943345>>5943353>>5943366>>5943389Your number one priority is to not bleed out. The first thing you do is roll to the side several feet, just so you’re not in the same spot you were seen falling at. That should prevent you from taking any blind strikes.
Unable to see, your investigation of your wound is through your sense of touch, both the sensation of it in your thigh and your fingers.
Blood pulses into the dirt through your fingers, but not in arterial spurts. You’d live. Not only that, but it’s not nearly as bad as you initially expected. It seemed the main source of the intense pain was the explosion of mist in your pocket aggravating the wound. Now that it’s over, you find that you’ll be able to stand with only intensely increased difficulty, which is far superior to being maimed and gaining a lame limb. It should heal without lasting consequences in time. You’d need stitches, but it wasn’t enough of an emergency that it couldn’t wait 5 minutes for the death of your enemies.
You unsteadily rise to your feet and begin weaving several jutsus. First, more mist. The already thick fog around you becomes an impenetrable wall of white, subtly illuminated in orange tones to your left by the fire from the nearby burning tree.
A rain of senbon impacts the dirt where the masked man saw you fall moments ago. You ignore it and form the seals for the water clone jutsu, summoning three more Otomos.
The three of them form out of the mist that surrounds you, invisible even to you as they stand mere feet from your position.
A warm wind begins violently pushing against your face, dissipating the mist that surrounds you at an alarming rate until you realize that all you had to do to stay concealed is simply slowly walk with it in the direction the mist was being pushed in.
An Otomo places his hand on your shoulder to make sure you’re aware of his presence. The other two fan out and begin edging forwards towards the perimeter of the mist to serve as diversions and/or to gain some intel about what’s happening.
The Otomo that’s staying with you whispers in your ear. “I’ve formed a sensing water sphere for your blood. The girl has not moved.” He gently places his hand on your chin and moves your face so that it’s pointed in her direction. “There.”
Tora Ushi Tora Ne, a gout of water blasts forth from your mouth with great power. You immediately move to the side so that they wouldn’t be able to immediately triangulate your position by following the line of water.
A muffled bark of pain confirms that you hit someone.
But what now? A holding pattern of hiding and blasting water would only get you so far. At some point you would have to-
A figure enters the fog. You don’t how you know, you just do. A subtle shift in the atmosphere, a feeling that radiates on your skin like a palpable sensation. It was moving cautiously.
