[center][color=#beb4b3][h2]Chimamire, Shirayuri[/h2][/color]
[sub]Interacting with [@Hillan] [@Buddha].[/sub][/center]

The expression of smug amusement upon Shirayuri's thin lips only grew as Sakana began his bellyaching. It was so easy to invoke strong emotions from this passive aggressive fish boy. It was as if naming their clan membership after varying kinds of aquatic life didn't set their ilk up for all manner of insults. Still, poking and prodding at him only made Shirayuri's day more bearable during the dull humdrum of guard duty. Another skewer had entered her mouth, flesh ripping from bone as Sakana himself made to run off and purchase his own food. She wasn't wild with having to stand guard on her own, but a mouthful of hot fish was more important to her than Sakana's presence. 

Only two rotations of her jaw could be made before her companion, who was already on his way out, spoke towards her. Something off? She hadn't finished swallowing her bite down by the time a familiar hiss broke the quite spring air. She slipped her fish skewer back within its bag just in time for a kunai knife to whiz past her booth. It had come from within the village, though, not outside. Had somebody decided to pull a prank on them? Ever one to quickly decide priorities, the wandering Kaguya made to place down her beloved food before responding to Sakana's situation. He was, after all, just as qualified as she to handle an occasional hoodlum. 

Hoodlums as a rule, though, didn't normally assault a shinobi with a kunai knife while on duty. Whomever was assailing them was clearly more a threat than initially thought. In response, Shirayuri placed a hand upon her sash and loosened it so that her dusky tunic could begin falling open, allowing for the milky white flesh of her shoulders and collar bone to more easily show. She hadn't had a good fight since the Chuunin exams. Perhaps today would allow her to also sate the growing hunger for battle climbing within her gut.

Yet, such lofty hopes would be dashed by Sakana's incredible combat prowess. Or, more than likely, his attacker's lack of skill. She popped her head around the corner just in time to watch him kick the masked male in his chest, which sent the would be enemy flying off his feet and likely into no position to regain his positioning. Of course, fate was always a fickle mistress. No sooner than she watched the man melt away into a pool of liquid did the glint of metal within a stream of afternoon sun catch her eye from within her own booth. She tiled her head just in time to catch a kunai knife slashing in an arc towards her throat from the wall itself. A small grin of satisfaction morphed to one of excitement.

No soon than this knife reached her personal space did the resonating clang of steel-on-steel ring forth. Or, more accurately, steel-on-bone. A simple shift in posture allowed for a blunt spire of bone to shoot forth from her shoulder joint. This bone, formerly her humerus, had torn a hole through the delicate skin of her shoulder and caught his blade in the knot of her elbow joint. It was a simple task from there, a quick back step as he withdrew his knife and began fully phasing out from her booth's wall to follow up. A petite hand reached across her chest, fingers coiling around this boney hilt and drawing forth an arm length blade of bone with a sickening 'snap'. Her chakra had flooded her limb, easily rebuilding the missing limb as it was removed, leaving the Chuunin with a wicked weapon of her own design. 

Previously dull eyes snapped to a state of dilation as the foe lunged forward and slashed again. He was fairly quick, but this was her domain. A simple knife would not do her in. With a flick of her wrist and the ear ringing clash of blade on blade, she deflected his incoming attack whilst backpedaling. Again and again, he lashed and swung, jabbed and thrust nearly a dozen time over a handful of seconds. Each attack was met with a quick parry, a block, or a deflection, a thoughtful gaze following each as this onyx eyed assassin flurried against her. He was doing all he could to harm her. As if his own safety did not make much of a difference. As if it didn't make much of a difference if she cut him down or not.

Her expression soured. A dirty trick. As another slash came whirling in from a diagonal angle, she was quick to clash her diamond-hard bone against it, applying pressure to force a lock and press it away from his center. A palm was thrust towards his chest as if to push him away; an easy move to block, which he did. Clammy fingers around her wrist, the man had stopped her counter... only for her palm's skin to briefly tent and tear. A lance of bone, sharp as any metal spear and many times as tough, launched forward and ripped through his chest. A clean strike, one which would end a man's life as his heart spewed blood like a fountain. Only, this was no man. This was a clone, as became obvious when he too melted away into a clear puddle.

[color=#beb4b3]"He's toying with us, fish."[/color] A simple and disgruntled declaration as Shirayuri withdrew her boney spear and made to search for the originator of the Bunshin whom had attacked them both. He could've had the decency to actually come and fight her, whoever it was. Nobody liked a tease.