Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Games of Body and Soul

The Prodigal Daughters

An elegant blonde turned back to look at the upper layers of trees. A flock of sparrows and titmouses scurried across the smaller branches, browsing the thick leafage for insects. The sharp glance of the young woman focused tighter on the birds that appeared to be completely unaffected by the noise she supposedly heard.

"Is something wrong, Kiyomi-sama?" a nearby ninja with a Konoha military uniform and the signature, flowing bright hair of the Yamanaka clan held tightly in a ponytail so that they did not disturb the man in the cases of close-range combat as much as such hair should have and kind eyes inquired.

"If you can't sense anything, I guess not..." the Yamanaka heiress closed her eyes for a prolonged moment and turned right back around.

"She's just postponing returning back to the village. The little heiress has spent so much time in the Yamanaka resort that she doesn't want to leave..." a middle-aged woman with spiky, short hair and same typical Yamanaka features noted. Her tone was rude for someone talking of an esteemed and highly regarded clan figure and her smirk was nothing if not crude but by now Kiyomi had learned to stomach the woman's personality and she knew that Inozawa did not mean anything truly crude with her rough social skills.

Something long and thin, yet sharp as a recently maintained blade of the finest steel alloys pierced the air. Kiyomi stepped aside, without even turning at the whipping piece of a steel string, avoiding the killing strike that easily split the ground beneath her feet into a fissure. The Yamanaka took ample time to turn back at the assailant that hid in the same foliage she so recently glared at and concluded that there was no one there.

"Hmph... I guess it is my bad... This person appears to have suppressed their chakra signature." Kiyomi's male Yamanaka bodyguard lamented before bowing his head in Kiyomi's direction with apologetic intentions.

"You think just 'cause three years had passed you can show your face around the village!?" a hate-filled voice emanated from the same location where the assailant had tried slicing Kiyomi in half with one quick swoop. For all the failure of his stealthy takedown, his plan and execution were impressive someone who managed to suppress their chakra to elude an intermediate sensor who passed right below them and then unleash all of their suppressed signature all at once must have had remarkable chakra control.

Red eyes flared up from the shade inside the leaves, they moved in a blur, leaving faint traces of crimson as the pitch black haired ninja with tall, spiky hair swung from atop of the branch he hid on and landed firmly on the ground, using the same steel wire device he clutched in his hands. The device sliced right through the branch that the ninja swung on but also picked something else up.

A wire trap. One piece of string pulling on another, that in terms yanked on yet another loop and so on ad infinitum. The steel wire pressed tightly against Kiyomi's body, as well as those of her bodyguards, effectively trapping them in suspended animation that would have required grievous wounds and lacerations to escape.

"Look into these eyes and lament the fact that your death comes from an Uchiha." The man pointed at the two three-tomoe possessing Sharingan orbs in his eyes that were lustering with all of their enigmatic beauty.

"You're not a real Uchiha." Kiyomi sighed. "As much as it pains me to admit, you're not representing the actual clan. You're just one of those splinter group assholes, what was it again?"

"Kiyomi-sama, that manner of speaking is not very ladylike!" the male bodyguard yelled out, he struggled in vain to attempt and yank himself out of the trap but it was to no use. Judging from the simple way he attempted to escape, the Yamanaka was not really even trying.

"The Red Hawks," Inozawa grunted out. The woman looked troubled by the predicament but, for her own reasons, she chose to completely not show any signs of a struggle and just curse at the entrapment.