Hyuuga Fuu

[Hime]

So this is what it means to live...

Parents, gone. Elders, gone. The compound had been rebuilt - not as grand as it used to be, she had been told - and the village was remolded and sculpted with the hands of hundred of civilians, hands that toiled day and night to rebuild her home. The newness of the village was a glaring scar against her soul - a constant reminder of mass weakness and gut-wrenching hearthache.

The world continued to turn, but her family would never return. Anger became her defense agains sadness, and power became the ultimate goal. Never again would she know such fear, never again would she know such sadness... all it took was a moment of silence and the memories came rushing back - bleeding bodies and tortured screams, utter destruction, at every corner...

I must become great. Greater than any before me, sworn on the blood flowing through my veins.

Her back itched from the bark scratching against it through her tank top, and the grass tickled her bare ankles. The air tasted of sun, with a hint of salt -

Ugh, sweat.

- but there was no wind to buffer the heat. A pleasant day, all in all, but one that she could not enjoy.

"Hakke Shouhen." The words left her lips as a soft breeze kisses a leaf, so soft as to be silent. They had been the last words of her father, before death claimed him. Hakke Shouhen.

She hopped to her feet in one smooth motion, her youthful frame lithe and limber, and began to slowly walk back into the compound.

[Hime]

How disgusting.

Her cousin - an ANBU - had brought her news of the newly elected Hokage shortly after the Samurai had entrusted him with the position. She didn't agree with the vote, for she was firstly and forever loyal to the Hyuuga - she believed that Ichijin would have been a much better choice. Her opinion of Kaname...

What a boob.

The compound had been rebuilt from the revenue generated by the sails of hidden Hyuuga treasures, far more grand in the wake of war than it had been before it. Hime lounged comfortably in the cool evening breeze below a window in a sitting room that bordered the training facility - she was due for a spar at anytime now, and wanted to be close by enough to avoid reprimand from the remaining Hyuuga elders...

They held high hopes for her, after all!

The compound was oddly empty, or at least quiet... where were all her brethren?

[amajii]

Where the hell did he even go? That was the question that escaped my pursed lips as my gaze would be set upon the Hyuuga Mansion before me. I definitely didn't feel like entering this place unless I knew my brother Taisuke was within it's walls. There was a need for me to be here, but I wasn't too sure of how this would benefit us branch members. After all I'm not allowed to learn the techs of the main house, but I had this intuition that my prowess within the Hyuuga Kekkei Genkai was better than even my brothers. Still, I sought other means to be even better than him, but at this point there was only knowledge to go one step further than my brother. Through illegal means, but it would take me a minute first. For I had to get through this wretched gathering of lavender eyed annoyances that held themselves above others. With that being said...my trek would come to the doors and my hand pressing against it would relieve its closed position to a more opened one. Allowing for my being to become one with it as the light from outside would be shut out once more with my passage through it's doorway.

Gazing about it seemed that there was only one other awaiting the others. I could tell it was one of the Main House Hyuugas, but that meant that at this very moment. There was only two of us and it would be up to us to set a role model for both Branch and Main House. This one before me seemed oddly familiar as if I had seen her sparring with the one known as Ichijin, whom was possibly one of the strongest Hyuuga to grace our very village. Still, talk of his activity wasn't as a earful as it was in the past, but now it seemed that there was more to it all than meets the eye. I would state nothing at first, but merely move throughout the area and take my seat amongst the floor tiles with my arms crossed over my chest. I'll have my pipe inside the folds of my Hakama, but it didn't matter what this person said. Instead I'll begin to produce a small book of poetry from my folds and begin to read the contents within its hardback locks.

“Guessing everyone's else is late,” was all that was muttered from me towards the lady within the room. I never disrespected the ladies, but with my love for them it would always be a gentleman; that the ladies would receive. That was at least how me and Taisuke were taught, but us being within this gathering had to bear some importance. If it wasn't to teach me the Main House techniques then it wasn't worth my time, but I had to attend all because of being related to fucking royalty. My visage told the tales of how my being was semi Divine, but as our parents stated back when I was born. They were like Amajii(I) is going to be the one to keep a eye on. Look at how he reacts towards those who were not branded with that seal. His being seems to harbor some sign of darkness. These words were all we heard about the young Hyuuga, but no one was sure of what would happen as time went on. Cooing towards the Hyuuga within the room, “So what was the point of this meeting?”

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OOC: Setting an IiC time for 48 hours. In any event that no one is able to post without reason within the time limit, they'll be skipped. Posting order goes as:

Hime
Amajii
Zieg

IC: Walking through those halls were practically a mental torture. One on equal grounds with the seal that he felt he were born with, though he weren't always blessed with that magic dog collar. He received it at a young age. Too young to understand its true meaning. Dark purple locks flowed down the hall, following behind a small frame. The weights upon his legs would be heavy, heavier than any normal man could bare, but his bare feet still managed docile and somewhat silent steps through the wooden floor. The compound was unusually silent. He recalled the days the Hyuuga bustled through it during all hours of the day. Though at this point he avoided the compound whenever he could, he would at times be called in to be a practice dummy for the Main Branch Hyuuga.

He entered into the room that he intended to go, sighting two other figures within. He hadn't recognized them, for he noted no one, aside from Kohana, and a few name elders. Anyone else held little to no importance in his life. He kept this a well hidden secret, from everyone.

The evening had rolled around on his way to the compound. The beating heat would trail down his body in the form of mild sweat. The tedious mission he returned from wasn't the most pleasant with the windless day that Konoha were having.

He didn't open his mouth. He didn't say a word. He merely examined the two other Hyuuga in the room. He wondered if it were a joke that the male was wearing glasses, or if it were for mere appearances. The Hyuuga weren't known for their bad eye sight, and the irony of the belief would have been on a catastrophic scale. He couldn't quite make out if a seal had been placed on the male's forehead or not. He simply left the matter alone. The woman, on the other hand, simply had no seal on her forehead. That only meant she were the higher up in the room, according to the world.

Tensa simply approached, standing slightly behind and to the right of the male, distancing himself from the woman. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear what might have come out of her mouth, hence he didn't allow himself to open for a conversation to start. Instead he had hoped someone in the room would get straight to business.

[Hime]

“Guessing everyone's else is late,” Amaji muttered. She wondered what he was talking about; and again, why he wore those stupid glasses. Her reflections became the cold stare that bore out through her eyes, her lips pulled into a thin frown.

“So what was the point of this meeting?” And therein she learned why Amaji had sought to bother her. He was under the misunderstanding that a meeting had been called; their had been no meeting scheduled, not by her hand, and so she hand't a clue to what he was referring.

"There is no meeting, but since you are here - " she sized him up, eyeing him from head to toe, as if weighing him, "you and I can spar."

Before Hime could move, Tensa entered the room, drawing her brief attention. These two particular cousins of hers would be excellence sparring partners, she decided - hopefully they would be skilled enough to push her to the next level.

"Tensa-kun will join us."

She stood from the chair in one smooth motion and walked into the dojo. It was a vast space, with white walls and bamboo floors. It was clear that she expected them to follow without further prompting - they were, mere cousins, after all.

"Jyuuken only. We will of course have to refrain from actually closing one another's tenketsu, so..." I ventured to the rear of the dojo to dig around in a file cabinet. I returned with a bucket of red paint. "We will dip our fingers in paint."

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The woman had spoke, informing the two that no meeting were called this hour. The long haired Hyuuga folded his arms over his chest and dropped his head. A waste of time he had figured. It seemed the female Hyuuga wanted to spar with the other Branch. That was all fine and well he assumed. He straightened his stance, and lowered his arms, preparing to exit, before he heard his name included in the plot. A turned head gazed at the woman's face. He hadn't any intention of sparring with anyone today. The mission from earlier had him wanting nothing more than a good sleep. He wasn't quite ready to pass up this opportunity, however. Perhaps she held some technique he had not been taught or learned. She was privileged with more ability than the branch members. She had to know something he didn't.

"I accept." he chirped up, walking over to her. She had, at least, kept the safety of her fellow cousins in mind, as paint were prepared for such a battle. Usually the spars happened without care for the tenketsu of the opponent. The Hyuuga kept the advanced medical shinobi very busy.

Tensa dipped each of his fingers into the red paint, coloring the tips of them. It was almost like slipping softened gloves on a regular fighter's hands.

"Ready whenever you are."

[Hime]

Tensa was braver than her other cousins, she decided, or simply less informed - already at thirteen she had mastered the basic and intermediate aspects of Jyuuken, and was well approaching a true mastery. Indeed, she was by far the fastest amongst her age group, and more skilled than most adults in the nuances of the Gentle Fist. She could see all 128 tenketsu with her eyes, and close them all, though with great strain; undoubtedly, she wouldn't need to result to such drastic measures in naught more than a familial jousting match.

"Very well." She bowed, mockingly almost, and dipped her fingers daintily into the can of paint. When she stood again her face was a blank mask and already she was darting into her opponents guard, moving at only half her normal speed. There was a theory that equally skilled users of the Jyuuken could 'cancel' one another's attacks. She put that theory to the test, lashing out to initiate the first of thirty two strikes.

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Tensa moved over after coating his fingers in the red substance. It dripped slightly into the bucket, returning to the origin it emerged from. It didn't take long for the pain to dry out and turn the tips of his fingers into large blaring red sticks. He couldn't help but wonder how silly it looked. He did a number of silly things for training purposes in his past, however. Even now he wore the hideous weights around his ankles with "Guts" on them.

Moving aside to allow Hime to dip her own fingers, he found himself walking to a reasonable position to start. He allowed Hime some starting room, as to not initiate the fight directly in her person. A blank pair of eyes accompanied an equally blank expression, as Tensa had awaited Hime to start.

She wasted no time in attacking. Moving towards him at a detectable speed, she prepared a technique familiar to him. If only but a theory, it were worth testing to avoid starting the fight off on the wrong foot. His left and right arm crossed each other, the left under the right, and would block Hime's first two strikes with strikes of his own at her forearms, moving her blows away from his own body. Two sets of index and middle fingers clashed into both her forearms, pushing them away from his own figure.

Without wasting even a second after the deflection, he would turn both his sets of fingers in the direction of her body. His hands flew at her torso, coming together as they did. His right hand aimed just above and in between her breast, and his left several inches below that, two jyuuken strikes would be sent into her chest, less she were able to avoid the blows. He hadn't any doubt in his mind that she could and attempted to anticipate her countermeasure so he could conjure up a suitable tactic to prevent harm from himself once again.

[Hime]

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As his palms arced towards her forearms she increased her speed, pivoting off her front foot into a leftward spin, for a split second moving as fast as she was capable of. Her goal was to be untouched, and thus unmarked - perhaps Tensa had the same goal? She could discern his movements rather easily, though he really hadn't done much more than move his arms. She hoped to take advantage of his stationary position, however, arms still snaking out to strike, this time at his flank...

She could here the elder's voices in her head, drilling relentlessly...

Use your speed. Your frame is slight and your reach is short; always move, never stop, never allow your opponent the liberty of stopping - offense, offense, offense!

It was a different ideal every week, as she grew more and more skillful, until she was no longer fighting with her peers and she was fighting with the elder's themselves. The youth tended to attack linearly, and thus predictably - the best fighters moved themselves to attack lateraly, and thus, unpredictable;

It was this ideal she sought to emulate now.
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[♠Solo♠]

She maneuvered herself to avoid his defensive measure. Seems she understood the basics of the fighting style, though he had not quite expected any less from her. He wouldn't allow her sudden movement to surprise him. He would match her spin with one of his own. Using his right foot to gain some momentum to speed his speed to meet hers, he would swing it counter clockwise, moving from 3 o clock to 9 o clock, allowing his body to move along with in. The 180 degree turn would allow him to bring his left arm swiftly toward her oncoming strike from one hand. It's initial positioning on his right side would make for a powerful and swift blow to her own attacking arm. It would arrive well before the second deflection from his right to stop her second limb from striking him.

Once again facing each other, Tensa read the situation. He would be on the defensive if she moved as swiftly as he did. He doubted this was the greatest speed she could offer. He was the prey for the time being, wanting only to defend himself till he could find an appropriate opening. He found balance in his position. He studied the hakke field and practiced maneuvering within it, being from the center, or moving around it's edges. She wouldn't find an attack landing on him to go without work.

[Hime]

[/i], he had taught.

It's to force them to react to you, he'd said. That way, your opponent is always a step behind; two steps, if they are predictable. That's what the elder's want you to take advantage of. That's why, right now, they are stressing offense so heavily.

She'd realized that on her own, but something about hearing her brother say it made it true... he'd died shortly thereafter, and she had been saved from becoming as meaningless as her cousins. Sometimes she wondered which she would prefer - the seal, or her brother back...

Tensa opened his stance to match her spin, so to speak, and she showcased her speed once more - briefly, as before - in maneuvering out the way of his arms. The first of thirty two strikes became the first of sixty four, palmed fists catching and redirecting the deflection attempts, minute chakra control, as well as simple talent, enabling her to showcase great dexterity.

"You should remove your weights, cousin - it is the only way that you will be able to keep up with my full speed." Almost of its own accord the Hakke Field emblazoned on the floor around them, glowing brightly in her minds eye. She was stretching the truth somewhat, but what she had said was basically true.
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OOC: Not sure if Hime deflected the attacks then counter attacked, or if she simply deflected the attacks. I'll edit the post if necessary.

Once again thwarted. Tensa's defensive blows became target to an even greater defense. He had to admire her ability to display the true beauty of the Jyuuken techniques. Combining offense and defense in a manner to make the fighter the ultimate weapon in close quarter combat. Despite being giving the curse of the Hyuuga, he sometimes admitted to himself that he was fortunate to learn such techniques and the fighting style of the Hyuuga. He would prefer no other style.

A brief pause in the match up, as the woman had thrown the young male off a bit. No one bothered to notice his weights. They were something the Hyuuga did not use often, if ever. They held their advantages, as far as training. Just wearing them was training enough. Tensa had bore them for some time now, so much so that he adjusted well to the extra weight they gave him.

"Don't underestimate me," he proclaimed, body now facing her own once more. "I'm just getting warmed up." Almost matching her own timing, the Hakke field below them appeared within his mind. A mere whisper in the wind to any other pair of eyes, he saw it almost as if it were right below him, posing as a platform to stand on.

After the words escaped his lips he began his swift assault. "Eight Trigrams," the words softly emerged intertwined with his voice. "Two Palms!" Two extremely swift set of attacks flew at the Hyuuga's upper left chest, and lower left abdomen. The strikes flew like kunai from his person. Even she would find it difficult defending herself from the blow at their enclosed range, and impossible to avoid, even for an advanced shinobi. Had the blows connected uninterrupted, the following strikes from the technique would follow, striking her all over her body 32 times. The paint would prevent the actual closing of the tenketsu, but the technique would not go without some form of pain.

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Hakke Sanjuunishou (Eight Divination Signs, Thirty-Two Palms of the Hand) [50]
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Each successful set of strikes can seal off one particular type of chakra flow - be it a certain release, genjutsu, or ninjutsu - for up to three posts, plus one more each time retrained. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: Once the Hyuuga is comfortable envisioning their Hakke domain and establishing it as their own personal striking grounds, they are taught the art of striking and sealing tenketsu. Moving their hands and arms and bullet like speeds, the Hyuuga extends their palm towards their enemy, and leads with both hands outstretched, so that their fingers land first - 2 strikes, then 4, 8, 16, and finally, 32 tenketsu. As the victim is caught in attack, they are temporarily paralyzed if they are touched even once. Although the result isn't as drastic as 64 or 128 strikes, it can nonetheless close off a specific type of chakra flow within the victim of the Hyuuga's choosing.
Domain: Hyuuga.

[Hime]

[/i] was the moment she had been waiting for, when Tensa finally took the initiative. Against a lesser opponent, against a non Hyuuga, Hakke Sanjuunishou would have been enough. They were close enough that avoiding it the attack was nigh impossible - she could if she desired - which left little other options; had she not been goading him towards this very act, she'd have been hard pressed to retaliate.

As it were, she matched his attack blow for blow, their palms barely tapping one another before resetting and striking once more. It was beautiful showing, more like a dance than a fight, and Hime felt herself swept up by silent music, her mind blank save for the electric thrum of thought linking the mind to movement.

However, she did more than just match his strikes; she exceeded them, turning his blows aside and striking in the split second interim with well placed palm-strikes of her own, her Hakke Rokujuuyonshou trumping the Sanjuunishou with twice as many strikes - initiated twice as fast as usual, it may as well have been thrice as many.

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SWIFT MASTERY x1

Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

[♠Solo♠]

Once again she would surprise and impress him. Just as he had thought, she combined a beautiful and fluid defense with a destructive and swift offense. She initiated the Hakke Sanjuunishou just as he did, matching him blow for blow. Could untrained eyes keep up with the speed of the swift strikes was just as good anyone's guess as his own. He knew the speed of the strikes. Knew them well enough to know that he would win a race if someone were to challenge him to strike an opponent faster than a kunai could fly.

The thirty two blows would be dealt, in what appeared to be a stalemate. Tensa's face remained serious and thoughtful. No analysis were needed, or so it seemed. He was able to keep up with her blows, as they seemed to have matched his. He would be struck with surprise, however. His heart almost skipped a beat or two it felt like. His eyes shot open in shock. He didn't feel it before now. He hop stepped back a few feet, allowing a three meter distance between the two. His eyes caught wind of the red spots of paint left on his right forearm. Chakra flowed through his body, elevating to his eyes, awaking a dormant bloodline limit. Veins made themselves visible around his eyes. His now widened gaze covered his forearms and body. Though his pupils never directed themselves off of the female Hyuuga, he saw that he had been marked, all over his forearms and torso. A swift count of 32 spots on his body had been touched. His mind raced.

"The Hakke Sanjuunishou? No. We met blow for blow. She couldn't have hit me. Unless..." For the first time in a while a shocked expression covered Tensa's face. He looked on, remembering Hime bore no seal upon her forehead like he did. Her knowledge wasn't limited like his own.

"Impressive," the words choked out of his mouth, almost not wanting to admit what he was going to say. I thought you merely attacked me with the Hakke Sanjuunishou. But that information would be incorrect. It was actually the Hakke Rokujuuyonshou." His speech stopped, as he allowed his body a straight stand, as opposed to his balanced and wide offensive stance. "Managing to deflect all of my strikes, and attack within the same instance. She's faster than I've anticipated. Even accelerating beyond what I could have even imagined." He shook off the thought. She was fast, but that sort of movement had to come with it's toll. He figured she couldn't possibly attempt another manner of movement so soon after initiating it once.

The feeling of the blows upon his body didn't set in until the very moment he came to a full, straight stand. She was good, but he was far from done. Lowering his body slightly, his fingers slid down worn weights, disconnecting them. They dropped to the dojo's wooden floor, incurring a loud thud from just the drop from the inches above the air it hung. The dojo would go on to scream in pain, as the weights started pushing the wood down slightly, bending the straight boards.

He would display his own speed, disappearing from the woman's very eyes, as if he were a magician. In the same instance he had become nothing more than an ghost, his figure would reappear behind the woman's form. Facing her back, the young male slung his right palm outward, preparing to press his hand upon her back with a forceful strike. The distance between the two would allow Tensa's palm to just be able to flaten itself along female figure's back with a full extension of his arm. However all he needed was a mere tap, as his Jyuuken technique would send more than just a forceful jolt into her. It was no lethal blow, but a painful one.

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Byakugan (All Seeing White Eye)
Special: When first unlocked, the Hyuuga may see up to 50 meters 359 degrees all around them.
Description: As its name implies, the Byakugan is just that, a featureless white eye that can occasioanlly posses hints of blue-gray and lavender, respectively. When the Byakugan is activated, the user's pupils become more distinct, and the veins near their temples bulge, representing the sudden chakra activation that makes the doujutsu possible. All members of the clan possess and can use the kekkei genkai from birth, as opposed to needing to awaken it. Byakugan gives the user a near 360� field of vision, except for one blind spot at the back of the neck above the third thoracic vertebra. With this vision, the Hyuuga can see through solid objects, and can use a degree of telescopic sight. The distance and the degree of telescopic sight varies from person to person, and can be improved. Finally, one of the greatest uses of the Byakugan is the ability to see chakra, chakra flow as well as the chakra circulation system inside the body with great detail. It is from this particular ability that they are able to employ their ultimate attack style - the Gentle Fist.
Domain: Hyuuga.

Hakke Negi (Eight Divination Signs Heel Palm) [100]
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: Self
Special: Sends a sudden burst of corrosive chakra into an enemy. Paralysis the target for a whole turn (non-stackable), and deals minor, constant internal damage (stackable) unless the victim seeks medical attention. Each time retrained, internal damage is stacked.
Description: Before the Hyuuga can learn to burst forth with their chakra, they must understand the art of summoning it all at once into a single strike, something this jutsu teaches. This attack consists of a quick, precise thrust of the users' palm to an opponent's body, or more specifically with the aid of Byakugan, a series of tenketsu. Like other Gentle Fist techniques, it sends chakra into the target in order to cause internal damage, which in result will temporarily paralyze an opponent.
Domain: Hyuuga.

Shunshin-Kawasu (Shimmering Flicker) [100]
Rank: B
Type: Passive / Ninjutsu
Range: Shunshin
Special: Gives the user the option to side-step, curve, shimmy or even shimmer on a whim during a Shunshin, rather than remaining moving forward. Sidestep distance takes away from the Shunshin's total traveling distance.
Description: Although Shunshin is normally executed in a linear fashion, with enough training, the ninja can learn to limit their forward travel speed in exchange for a near-instantaneous sideways move. Useful when evading tricky attacks, or when wishing to confuse opponents.
Domain: Shunshin.

[Hime]

[/i] A few strands of hair had escaped her hair piece, plastering to the thin sheen of sweat across her forehead. The sixty-four palms was a taxing technique; she could maybe do it once more before calling it quits.

The veins around her eyes bulged grotesquely, painting a myriad of interlocking threads signifying the activation of her kekkai genkai, the Byakugan. Tensa heralded her showing as 'impressive'; this she already knew. A self-satisfied smirk stretched across her face - it was perhaps the most emotion she had shown all day. Her spars with the elder's weren't limited in such a way. Instead of a shirt dotted with red marks, in a spar with the elders, his tenketsu would have been closed and he'd have been carted off to the clan infirmary to recuperate. For a moment, she had thought the duel finished; clearly, she was the victor.

But Tensa thought otherwise, heeding her suggestion to remove his weights. Hn. I'd almost forgotten about those... my own pair should be arriving soon. Constrained to close range, there was only so much he could do, and while he could move faster and more fluidly than before - comparable to her own speed, when using Jyuuken, he couldn't punch any faster... but all that was moot, for he chose to shunshin around her; the tell-tale build up of chakra, as quick and minute as it was, warning enough, if not for his almost blindingly fast disappearance and reappearance behind her.

A left-ward side-step was enough to avoid the telegraphed assault, more lunge than step - interesting, he knows that technique - and then, as she spun about to face him, her revolution continued, chakra bursting from her pores and forming an immensely dense shield billowing outward to slam into and through Tensa.

The sheen of sweat on her forehead grew thicker, trickling down her face. Her chest jumped in silent but deep heaves, her shoulders bouncing with each breath. "It's over cousin... now we can move on to the next step... after a breather." She promptly dropped to her butt right in the middle of the floor. She had been in worser ways before... but she preferred, from time to time, a little lack of decorum to just relax...

And what was more out of line than teaching a branch Hyuuga main line techniques?

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Byakugan (All Seeing White Eye)
Special: When first unlocked, the Hyuuga may see up to 50 meters 359 degrees all around them.
Description: As its name implies, the Byakugan is just that, a featureless white eye that can occasioanlly posses hints of blue-gray and lavender, respectively. When the Byakugan is activated, the user's pupils become more distinct, and the veins near their temples bulge, representing the sudden chakra activation that makes the doujutsu possible. All members of the clan possess and can use the kekkei genkai from birth, as opposed to needing to awaken it. Byakugan gives the user a near 360º field of vision, except for one blind spot at the back of the neck above the third thoracic vertebra. With this vision, the Hyuuga can see through solid objects, and can use a degree of telescopic sight. The distance and the degree of telescopic sight varies from person to person, and can be improved. Finally, one of the greatest uses of the Byakugan is the ability to see chakra, chakra flow as well as the chakra circulation system inside the body with great detail. It is from this particular ability that they are able to employ their ultimate attack style - the Gentle Fist.
Domain: Hyuuga.


Hakke Shouhen (Eight Divination Signs, Creation Rebirth)
Rank: B, B, B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Creates a hakke field for Jyuuken that extends 5 meters in every direction, plus 1 more meter each time retrained.
Description: The basis of all Gentle Fist techniques relies on the opponent entering the Hakke, or Eight Divination Signs field. Visible only to the user, this circular area is represented by a ying-yang symbol and other clan variations appearing below the opponent they are targeting. With intense training, the Hyuuga will be able to extend their Hakke, thus furthering their reach with all techniques that are executed in conjunction with the field.
Domain: Hyuuga.


Hakkeshou Kaiten (Eight Divination Palms of the Hand, Heavenly Spin)
Rank: D, C, B
Type: Offensive / Defensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Blocks taijutsu and ninjutsu of equal rank. Kaiten dome extends as far as the Hyuuga's maximum Hakke range.
Description: Like many of the Jyuuken techniques, Kaiten is a special technique passed down through the main family line. Kaiten takes advantage of several of the unique abilities of the Byakugan eye, including an almost complete 360 degree view of their surroundings, so that the member to see all angles around them. As such, if an attack is near, the clan member will release a large of amount of chakra from their tenketsu and, simultaneous to the release, begins to spin like a top, creating a whirling vortex that can nullify almost any attack. Said to be a Hyuuga's ultimate defense.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.