Gray hues of silver bathe the courtyard in a chilly embrace as the besieged sky gave room to the light from the moon once more. Upon a large, rounded boulder situated in the middle of the lawn, Amaya stood surveying all. Her radiant and effulgent pupils shimmered brilliantly to and fro the unornamented terrain with an unwavering smile. Luckily, the uchiha's strategy proved far useful than he hoped. Concealed in plain sight, his features appeared a dank piece of metal masked even to the kunoichi's keen, emerald eyes; in a way inconceivable, Amaya had fallen victim to the uchiha's guise—someone far beneath her in craft. She motioned away from her resting place pleased with his trickery, offering pulsating remarks that swelled the heart of the eight year old in a sense of accomplishment. A laudable feat she had commended but still, the crimson eyed shinobi endured in the moist area where he stayed, not to be clouded in thinking nor swayed in judgement for he knew or rather… heard, the daunting part of his lesson was yet at bay.
Progressively, the courtyard grows calm following the kunoichi's last statement which etched a question mark in the mind of the uchiha. "Perhaps, she's aware of my presence but willingly turns a blind eye to it" He ponders. "Then again, could it be she really isn't?" Uncertain, Hoheto questions his core. His ears catches wind on Amaya's gentle steps against grass which in itself alone troubled the morning's peace. Over to the worn boulder she walked—her leather boots doused in dew. To what purpose? Hoheto knew not but he prepared himself nonetheless.
For a moment the morning quiet returns but only just as an auditory sensation far more disturbing soon followed; originating from the middle of the courtyard, the impact of fist to stone registers a loud boom akin to the quaking of thunder, consequently, the large mass of rock which had stayed unyielding prior to Amaya's fist, surprisingly yielded to her might and is reduced to slabs of debris scattered about. The uproar sends a shiver down Hoheto's spine, his pulsating heart rapidly increases in rhythm. "Dangerous!" He exclaims in thought. Not once had his ears been exposed to sounds on this scale. And for a while, his terrified state persisted but alas, he reassured himself with Amaya's next set of words. This, after all was intended to aid him in his fourth and most exacting task: a decisive strike from the shadows in the form assassination.
Reverting to normal, the uchiha's posterior rests on the large piece of rock laid before him. The haze of gray powder from the violent release of energy earlier cloaked his return. He shielded his nostrils with the soft spot between his upper and lower arm, cogitating what action to take. While in his concealment, the maiden's steps gradually grows faint—evident in the increasing distance between the two. "Predictable attacks you say" Hoheto mulls over her instruction. He was certain she knew of his location and expected an attack from her rear as it was only natural he did from her blind spot but the uchiha was in no hurry. "what if I gave you what you're looking for but in a manner you least expected" He thought once more wearing a grin. Proceeding with an array of seals, the uchiha maintains the last one. From the surrounding shadows, the power of the darkness he calls to his side. With the fine powdered particles of dirt still on course to settle, the area around the courtyard darkens with black shadows from which several arcing tendrils of darkness shoots up to impale the jounin. Dangerous as it seemed, Hoheto believed with certainty that she'd seen a far worse or rather, a more potent attack but he desired to witness her defense to his most lethal offense—a measure to the kunoichi's unseen skill. "Now then…" The uchiha conceives in mind, unveiling the crimson hues of his eyes to view her response.
"If sudden, an invitation from darkness can't be unwelcome."