Katsuko looked up from her staring contest with the trout, lips quirking in a grin. "I fight with a katana in one hand and a kodachi in the other," she said, hunting around for a flat rock. One of her clones padded over and started setting up a cooking spit.

"S'called Hyoho Niten-ryu, from Wind Country. I incorporate wind and fire jutsu in there, too, and anything involving explosion tags and large destructive ninjutsu." She eyed the fish, which still gave a determined wriggle or two, and bashed its head against the rock she'd found until it stopped moving.

The campfire snapped and crackled in the growing darkness. Katsuko pulled out the knife hidden in her arm guard and started cleaning the fish. Her eyes glinted as she glanced up at Ryouma.

"I have a larger chakra capacity than normal, which means I can pull off area-wide techniques with more ease. The techniques that require...more finesse...are harder for me. Much harder."

She speared the trout on the cooking spit the clone handed her and dismissed the copy, waving away the smoke.

"What about you, eh? You look like a real killer. Ladies and otherwise." Raised an eyebrow and let her eyes travel along the rugged angles of his body with obvious appreciation.