....Well. He was all set to dodge that blast and it missed him? The awareness he possessed of his bubbles (necessary to manipulate them) made it clear the water went to the...blade.
Unexpected, that. "Bubbles are drawn to wet surfaces. I can't really help if your blade draws them when it's wet." That's a lie, but true of bubbles that weren't his, so perhaps his opponent would believe that he had less control of them than he truly did.
It was a minor thing, but any advantage was necessary, at the moment.
Although it might appear that he slowed at those words of Kisame's, it was for a good reason. He could only go so fast and secrete enough acidic ooze on the ground to stick someone Kisame's size, and it needed not to be too much or it wouldn't do its job, as it would be visible and obvious. If Kisame believed it was due to the words instead, though, more's the better.
"We learn to drift with practice." He glanced over his shoulder to observe the man as he moved. His bubbles would have kept him informed enough of the man's position, but...call him curious of the man's expression. Expressions told more truths than words, anyway.
After a moment of judging distance, he spun on his heel and stepped back onto one of his bubbles. Rather than bursting, it simply engulfed him and floated into the air. For the moment, his momentum carried the bubble backward as well at a fair pace. The concept some had that he could only float at the speed of the breeze was, obviously, wrong. If he was willing to expend the chakra to move the bubble on his own, he could move at a much more efficient speed. It wasn't the speed of his sprint, but with most shinobi, a flight through the air was usually more effective than hoping that they lacked the sensory abilities to track him in the forests.
For the clones that were closest to him...he snapped his fingers, setting off half of the bubbles at once in a grand explosion. The others, nearer to who he believed to be the original Kisame, remained as obstacles, but as for clones...he hoped that would at least prevent them from reaching him before he was too far into the sky for most jutsu to affect.
Once he was no longer sprinting, his voice returned to that same lax, conversational tone as he called out to the shark. "Even if it's drifting, a life full of honest threats of death is better than a life full of people pretending to care only as long as it takes to discard you. Don't you think?"
Well, perhaps it was only him...but at least he had his freedom, and no 'master's to betray him.
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Unexpected, that. "Bubbles are drawn to wet surfaces. I can't really help if your blade draws them when it's wet." That's a lie, but true of bubbles that weren't his, so perhaps his opponent would believe that he had less control of them than he truly did.
It was a minor thing, but any advantage was necessary, at the moment.
Although it might appear that he slowed at those words of Kisame's, it was for a good reason. He could only go so fast and secrete enough acidic ooze on the ground to stick someone Kisame's size, and it needed not to be too much or it wouldn't do its job, as it would be visible and obvious. If Kisame believed it was due to the words instead, though, more's the better.
"We learn to drift with practice." He glanced over his shoulder to observe the man as he moved. His bubbles would have kept him informed enough of the man's position, but...call him curious of the man's expression. Expressions told more truths than words, anyway.
After a moment of judging distance, he spun on his heel and stepped back onto one of his bubbles. Rather than bursting, it simply engulfed him and floated into the air. For the moment, his momentum carried the bubble backward as well at a fair pace. The concept some had that he could only float at the speed of the breeze was, obviously, wrong. If he was willing to expend the chakra to move the bubble on his own, he could move at a much more efficient speed. It wasn't the speed of his sprint, but with most shinobi, a flight through the air was usually more effective than hoping that they lacked the sensory abilities to track him in the forests.
For the clones that were closest to him...he snapped his fingers, setting off half of the bubbles at once in a grand explosion. The others, nearer to who he believed to be the original Kisame, remained as obstacles, but as for clones...he hoped that would at least prevent them from reaching him before he was too far into the sky for most jutsu to affect.
Once he was no longer sprinting, his voice returned to that same lax, conversational tone as he called out to the shark. "Even if it's drifting, a life full of honest threats of death is better than a life full of people pretending to care only as long as it takes to discard you. Don't you think?"
Well, perhaps it was only him...but at least he had his freedom, and no 'master's to betray him.