"Manyuu Style Kenjutsu: Breast Severance!"
The tip of Sakura's blade carved a half-moon arc through the air, halting with a jolt as it sank into the swell of Tsubaki's curves— then completely sliced through after a split-second delay, lopping off the upper half of her torso. Both halves thudded to the ground, revealing a core of splintered wood where Tsubaki had been cleft in twain.
A Wood Clone!
The real Tsubaki had barely managed to Substitute herself with a hastily conjured Wood Clone at the very last moment, knowing full well that her chest was her chakra generation powerhouse.
For most kunoichi, losing their breasts might actually improve their combat prowess by streamlining their figures to imitate peak male anatomy— but for Sakura and Tsubaki, it meant sacrificing the majority of their power, so they knew to guard them with their lives.
[Ding! The Nyūmyaku Chakra Control ability has been synthesised!]
[Requirements: Breast Diet Jutsu (1/1). Uchiha Tsubaki's breast chakra (0/1). The Lōran royal line's breast chakra (0/1). Breast Flow mastery (50%).]
It was the first time Sakura had seen the System derive a new technique that required not one, but two System-redeemed techniques. Whatever this Nyūmyaku Chakra Control did, it was bound to be incredibly powerful— but thinking about the future could wait until she had at least harvested this genetic clone of hers. With Wood Style, she wouldn't have to worry about going blind if she ever upgraded her eyes to Mangekyō Sharingan!
Sakura dashed after the retreating Tsubaki, but as she stepped over the discarded halves of the Wood Clone, thick leafy vines erupted from the split in its torso, lashing around her ankles with a painful snap.
Tsubaki flicked her Kusanagi sword up with her foot and caught it nimbly.
Sakura met Tsubaki's sword thrust with her own blade and deflected it, letting the Kusanagi sword slide down the length of the Manyuu blade, driving it into the ground. Without hesitation, Sakura then slammed her forehead into Tsubaki's nose with a sharp crack, drawing blood.
"Ouch!" yelped Sakura, slashing at the vines tightening around her ankles. "Stupid plants!"
Sakura's ability to maintain the Breast Illusion Genjutsu mid-combat wasn't due to her exceptional ability to concentrate, but rather her wildly overactive imagination. Still, even for Sakura, it was rather difficult to daydream about bouncing breasts when she was hurt!
"Fall back, Tsubaki!" Neji ordered, finally snapping out of his confusion. "Shin, you take the back, I'll take the front!"
Fighting an Uchiha clan member one-on-one was a death sentence for most— one glance into the Sharingan, and you'd be trapped in a Genjutsu. This danger doubled for someone like Sakura, whose eyes and chest were both strictly off-limits.
So, unless she could grow a pair of tits on her back or on her butt, which would admittedly be quite freaky, her backside would remain her greatest weak spot.
"Persistent fellows, aren't you?" Sakura snarled, forced to pause her pursuit of Tsubaki and turn her attention to the two Hyūga closing in. "Haven't your mothers ever told you women don't like pushy men?"
Shin was abandoned at birth and Neji's mother died in childbirth, so the answer was no, they had not.
Keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Sakura's cleverly painted toenails, Neji closed the gap.
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms— Two Palms!"
His hands shot out like lightning, slipping past Sakura's guard and weaving around her flashing blade as if she were standing still, his fingers aimed at her navel and solar plexus. The first strike landed cleanly— but the second failed to strike a Tenketsu. The chakra he tried to force into her chest dispersed uselessly into her soft fat and dense breast tissue.
"Ouch!" hissed Sakura, swiping at Neji with her blade. "I always knew you were a foot-fetishist pervert, but groping a cute girl's chest without her permission is totally not okay!"
That last blow would definitely leave a nasty bruise on her chest tomorrow.
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms— Two Palms!"
Imitating Neji, Hyūga Shin took advantage of his opponent recoiling in pain to deliver two quick strikes to her back, sending her stumbling forwards into Neji's next attack.
Even though he could see them, Shin was still too inexperienced to accurately target Tenketsu, so he had to settle for striking Sakura's broader chakra pathways, inflicting far less damage than Neji had. That damage was further diminished by the nature of the Gentle Fist itself, a style designed to attack a front-facing opponent, where their internal organs were most exposed.
And really, if your opponent was daft enough to turn their back on you mid-fight, did you really need fancy martial arts to take them down?
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms— Four Palms!"
As the chakra-enhanced blows rained down on her, Sakura began to realise that having her Tenketsu jammed was far from a pleasant experience. Every one of her organs was interconnected through her chakra pathways, and even blockages far from her hands and feet interfered with her ability to control or even mould chakra.
"Behind you, Sakura-san!" Katsuyu cried out from her shoulder.
Sakura ducked just in time to avoid being backshot, and Katsuyu retaliated with a glob of acidic saliva, striking Hyūga Shin full in the face. His skin started blistering and bubbling horrifically as he crumpled to the ground, shrieking and clawing frantically at his melting features, which were already giving off a plume of acrid smoke.
"Nice assist, Katsuyu-sama!" Sakura called out gratefully.
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms— Eight Palms!"
Neji's fingers felt like hammers.
Normally, Sakura would have had Naruto and Sasuke at her side to deal with close-range Taijutsu specialists, leaving her free to bombard the enemy with Ninjutsu or ensnare them in illusions—never needing to engage in melee herself. But Neji was simply too fast; she hadn't a second to spare, not even to bring her hands together for a single hand sign.
Besides, her hands were already full holding her sword… not that it was doing her much good. She might as well have been clutching a leek; it would've been just as effective a deterrent to Neji as her sharp blade.
And so, when all else failed… Sakura knew she could only fall back on the old reliable of crowd control: Chakra Enhanced Stomp the Ground Really Hard!
"SHANNAROOO!" Sakura shouted, slamming her heel down.
The ground erupted all around them, hurling clods of earth into the air. A fissure split open beneath Neji's feet, throwing him off balance— but just as Sakura raised her fist to smash his smug face in, a network of thin roots spider-webbed through the cracks, knitting the earth back together and stabilising the ground.
Tsubaki was kneeling a few metres behind Neji, her hands clasped together as if in prayer!
Enough was enough!
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms— Sixteen Palms!"
"Sakura Style: Lightning Style Chakra Mode!"