I need new boots. My old ones ripped. I didn't mean to rip them, but I needed to get Him away from Raiko and I hadn't ever meant for my landing claws to be used for fighting. No wonder my boots ripped, they weren't made for that kind of strain.
I've never used the secondary function of my jacket. Never needed it. The Iga seals I used were meant to be used as Bunshin- a sect of the clan felt that handseals was as good as announcing you were a ninja, or maybe they'd gotten war-brides from Uzumaki country- something about old ways being used, traditions. It's traditional for the Head Herdswoman to use a staff.
I don't use a staff.
Does that mean I broke tradition? But my skills aren't for fighting at all- I'm best at spying and reconnaissance.
I didn't know I could kick a man so hard his chest would break, blood splat drip dripping out. He was trying to kill Raiko, I couldn't not attack him, doesn't matter who- my body moved on its own.
Threw all my feathers off and they turned into furious almost-me's, too many to count and all of them Wind and cutting and clawed. They tore that man apart.
They tore him apart.
They cut and they scratched and they screamed with jaws of teeth and hatred and they drove Orochimaru away and clawed furrows of blood and flesh into him as he ran. There was a man, too, another man who dragged him away and fought him-
But I don't know who he was because it takes chakra to do what my Furies did and I only had enough to make Orochimaru leave and then-