Fuuten's tone was cold, calculating, and arrogant.  "Sister?  Hmph.  Figures.  Always wondered who my whore of a mother was.  Didn't expect it be the Hokage's little slut.  You know something, though?"  By now her tone had become goading, taunting, aimed to injure.  "I really don't think the Sixth is my father.  I guess our mother got around, hm?"<br/><br/>Despite her words, however, Fuuten did not attack immediately.  Instead, the water clones vanished, leaving just her.  "I don't care how important you think anything else is.  I want to know how strong you are,<em>brother</em>.  After all, if you are the Hyuga successor... isn't it your little sister's job to make sure you're up to the task?"  And she charged again, attacking with the same brute-force blows as before (roll: 1, hit; damage 4 (already calculated for your Body)); this time, however, her strikes were much more controlled - a series of punches designed to force him to evade in such a way as to leave him wide open for the final blow: a palm strike to his chest with all the power of Fuuten's tenuously controlled Byakugan behind it.