The amount of trust was staggering, something she'd think on when time permitted. For now, there was only Sasuke's voice, his shouted commands to keep her open palms impacting flesh. She trusted him to guide her and protect her from harm.

She didn't know how long they were there, how much fighting they had to do or how many Shourisha she ended by Sasuke's command, but it was unimportant. Until Sasuke gave her the all-clear, she'd keep fighting.

Let her clan flee. They would see where the true strength of the Hyuuga laid, and that was with her hands, her blood. The offcast child the clan hadn't wanted in the first place.