Graces of an Inferno[DONE]

Bookwoman frowned, not exactly pleased with being asked to repeat the jutsu. She was a Bookwoman, she didn't do things by coincidence. The young woman felt also quite tired and faitgued from having concentrated this much chakra already.
But she complied and took her stance again.

It was easier now to gather the strange warming feelings in her body; it was more fluid and needed less concentration. It was the matter of keeping everything in a single line, for both her arms, to make a perfect cross.
She breathed deeply in through her nose and held her breath for a few seconds. Then, she opened her arms in a sharp move, creating the wind cross once more, but this time to hit Yakate right in his knees, hoping that a new angle wouldn't affect the move.
"As you said, it's easier to knock someone off when hitting the legs." she said with a smirk.

Bookwoman frowned at Yakate who dodged the attack. Didn't he say he wouldn't do anything?
Apparently, the Idiotic Rapunzel had been completely absorbed into training and took this now as a real battle; he was all passion and fire with no restraint at all, a complete moron.
She slammed her hands together in a few seals, gathering the now familiar chakra in the pit of her stomach and made a few clones, one of the techniques she had mastered along side Chomesuke.

The five clones, hid her inbetween them and she let her copies be hit by the random sand shuriken while she darted towards Yakate, preparing to use her Ventosus Cross once again, this time aiming for the neck; it wouldn't be strong enough to kill him, but hit several nerves that would or slow him down or paralyze his moves for a few seconds; enough for her to tackle him to the ground and bind him with a wire.

Realeasing the chakra, the cross aimed at Yakate, Bookwoman kept on running, feeling joy and laughter creep into her throat; she missed this.
Fighting.
And feeling the heat of chakra creep into her eyes again, making her discover slowly once more the strange world of chakra chanels and drain the light out of her eyes...

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Jutsu used:

Name: Ventosus Cross
Rank: D
Type: Offensive
Element: Wind
Range: Short range (0-7m)
Description: By concentrating wind chakra between the user's arms and chest, the user can emit a forceful cross of wind at the foe. Each tandem of the cross is individual; therefore, the user can throw a single crescent at the target - This takes less time, but is weaker. The power of this technique diminishes the further it travels, as the wind dissipates into the air.

Name: Clone Technique
Rank: E
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: None
Range: N/A
Description: The user crates several intangible copies of him/her that disappear when damage is sustained.

Bookwoman was starting to lose her temper. Scratch that. She already did.
He was throwing random weak jutsus at her nose, taking her for a weakling.
She dodged all of the flames, still getting closer to Yakate. That Idiotic Moronic Rapunzel was going to pay for humiliating her.

Bookwoman's mind had lost all common sense in her anger and irritation; neither did she remember that her chakra reserve was low, neither that Yakate had been a Kage at some point.
She grabbed one of the bloodied kunai from Chomesuke and ran towards him.
Killing instinct was kicking in, instinct she had gained from the Bookman trainings.

"DIE!" she screamed, filling the kunai unconsciously with her windchakra, making it gain in lenghts and sharpness.

Bookwoman widened her eye when she saw the fire suddenly approach her at great speed. It had only been because of a lucky backflip that she managed to avoid it.
Having underestimated the distance between her and the wall, she landed against it, head first.

The throbbing pain made her come back to her senses, even so slightly. Her hidden eye was now bleeding, a stream of blood tears sliding down over her cheek and her right eye kept furiously closed, in refusal to accept the sudden sharp pain that had invaded it.
"DAMN!" she roared, throwing the kunai away, all chakra leaving it and rolling towards Yakate, the bloody side turned upwards to him when it hit his feet.

"I'm weak..." she muttered, defeated.

Bookwoman snorted, crossed her arms and scowled, but didn't turn away from the small attention she got from her brother. It gave her an agreeable fuzzy feeling.

Once he had spoken up, she stood up, staggering a little from the immense headache and nodded. She was weak, pathetic. Her pride had gotten a huge blow and was now being washed away by stupid thoughts as 'whatever, training takes too much time and effort. Who cares being about being a higher ranked ninja?', thoughts she quickly chased away.
The Idiotic Rapunzel will keep his secret and teach her Sand manipulation!

"Guide me back home please?" she mumbled softly, pink coloring her pale cheeks.