( CLOSED. ) DON'T FOLD IF YOU'RE MADE TO BEND—

[kawarimi]

WHO: kakashi and planned thread partners.
WHAT: tdm events and miscellany.
WHERE: all over neo tokyo.
WHEN: january 1st–30th.
WARNINGS: tbd.

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[eyeforaneye]

[ The world spins as he falls and he allows it, a blur of grey, blue, and green that whips water against his face and a wind that pairs with it to chill him to the bone. Within seconds his skin is numb and it's just as well, one fewer distraction to contend with as he hurtles towards the Earth.

Conjuring Susanoo in its partial form, with its arm in motion to match his momentum and snatch him from the air just before his impact with the ground, is an exercise in timing that's executed effortlessly entirely out of reflex. There's an unusual strain that accompanies the act, as if he's pushing just against the edge of cold glass without threatening to break it, but the new limitation is noted with objective indifference as his eyes go to Kakashi. Is it just the flicker of pain and a flash in his vision, courtesy of the implant, that he'll have to contend with? Or is he truly weakened? The most unpleasant option always feels the most likely: both. But right now he has a goal and nothing else can matter.

For a moment it's as if the rain stops and sea calms, time slowing for the formation of each and every hand seal that his teacher telegraphs to him from across a soon-to-be battlefield: the two of them up against a merciless threat of nature. The wall itself is huge, erupting from the earth in a way that his teacher makes look so effortless... and it forces him to realize how long he's been fighting on his own. For years now he's had no one at his side, and certainly no one that he can trust to find the harmony to his melody in combat. Kakashi is and always has been an elite shinobi, and he can feel his own instinct responding to his presence on the field.

Susanoo releases him as the technique is completed and by the time his feet touch the ground he's made the necessary adjustments in his mind, converting a two-handed technique into what his past injuries have forced him to master. One-handed seals are formed in a blur of motion as he turns, palm slamming against the ground in a mirror image of Kakashi's copied movements that summons a tear across pavement and a surge of rock and cement. ]

Douton: Doryuuheki!

[ Rebar twists through the wall that stretches to meet Kakashi's, another three blocks shielded by packed rubble only pushed down further by Susanoo's curling hands. Yellow eyes bore into the distance, peering out at an ocean still drawing back for its greatest punch yet. ]

It's coming... there won't be enough time to reinforce walls along the whole of the bay. [ His head turns to again look to Kakashi, wet hair matted to a face aged by determination and severity. ]

... but the other teams should be deployed to the east and west, if the pilots have any sense. I'll create more walls, and I can buy us some time when it hits, but not much.

[ Is he asking for Kakashi's approval? Is it instinct? Even he isn't sure. ]