Anzu gasped. "Gentle wind." She imbued wind element, into the the gentle fist style and spun around, "Sixty four wind trigrams!" A small twister formed around Anzu, thworing anyone, or any attack off her. "Practice's over!" She let out. There could be no denying it anymore. Something big was going on in Konoha. She could see a monstrous amount of chakra filling the lake, although she was unable to tell that it was frozen. But regardless, this, combined with the fog only brought her to think one thing. "The hidden Mist..." "We need to get back to the village now!"<br/><br/>Asoka didn't flinch, or move in any matter at all. She remained in the middle of the lake, where her chakra had spread, across the entire village. Now it was just a matter of the finishing touches, and she'd be done. "Dear, be so kind and deal with the Uchiha pest, will you?" She said casually. Of course, there was no way for her to know he was Uchiha. But fire style, in Konoha? That almost meant Uchiha, every time.