Ties That Bind [Private]

With the violent wave of water rushing towards him, he shields his face from it with his arm letting only his eyes peer above the forearm, already expecting one such tactic to take place, yet somewhat disappointed this was all there was to it. There were no makibishi on the floor to hinder his advance, no explosive tags on the wall to catch him by surprise and dent his armor or discombobulate his hearing and sight through the explosive force. Even as everything took place, he caught a glimpse of a hurled ball through the air over the porcelain clone and her forming wall of water, and as it collided with the redhead’s armor, soon enough a cloud of smoke would pop where he stood. As he dashed forward to imitate the caster’s own motion as they approached him, he swung his arm in a violent sweep, the reverberation of his immense power caused both wave and cloud to shatter into hundreds of shards, all the way to the caster, who made the mistake of running towards him to begin with, putting herself at the risk of exactly what happened: Noboru hooked his arm under his should, and as he swung away the technique and item, he sprang the arm forward in a straight jab, aiming at connecting with the running clone square in the stomach, a punch which would likely sink into her stomach and cause severed damage, perhaps enough to despawn it. While he wouldn’t have hurt his love, his love would surely have to live with the memory of his wild charge and furious discharge of power.

That’s what the original would’ve been able to finish the handseals, and in spite the technique having been shattered, remnants of the water still coated the floor, and rose it did, sharpening and aiming at Noboru. The old technique that once sliced his eye open, and that he later burst through. He was familiar with this one. Not letting it get to him, a soft wind would blow through the area, dulling the strength of the technique, and coating his armor with the chakra of the Iron Wall, the water needles would splash themselves against the man, as he lifted a leg and stomped onto the floor to send a violent wave through the ground that, should it reach his beloved, would send her flying through the air.