[center][U][B]Mayonaka, Seisui[/B] - [I]The Tranquil Lotus[/I][/U][/center]

His every sense attuned to his surroundings as he searched for his opponent, Seisui waited, patiently, his hand laid gently on the hilt of his blade as he continued to silently move through the forest. It was only as he passed under the tree that his adversary was in, not knowing he was there, that something caught his attention. The ever so subtle sound of breathing, human breathing. Eyes narrowing, the Mayonaka's stance widened, his chakra flared, and even as Nazo pushed off and downwards towards him, the bolt of lightning slicing through the air, Seisui's blade flew from its sheath in a tremendously fast Iaido-like quickdraw, the very tip of the blade making contact with the bolt by barely a millimeter. The swing was an upward one, but it did not stop at that point, instead his other hand met it at the apex of the swing, above his head, and switched his grip, continuing the arc till the blade's tip hit the ground, his other hand grasping the sheath even as he dashed forwards to evade the falling Nazo by mere inches of space. As a master swordsman, he did not stop his movement so as to continue his inertia, by spinning the blade from his left hand to his right, and into reverse grip, stepping backwards as he did so, and turning slightly to slash backwards at his opponent, aiming for his heart (the center of Nazo's torso). All in all the maneuver took Seisui an utterly miniscule amount of time, but he likely would have sustained serious damage had he not heard Nazo's breathing when he had. Regardless, he had no intention of letting his opponent catch onto that fact.