The comparison is more fitting with ordinary human vision, where the gaze focuses on one thing while everything else is perceived peripherally. It's pretty much the same for the white-eyed. Only with age do dojutsu users learn to spread their attention over a larger area of view. I doubt anyone achieves a full hundred percent of the Byakugan's capabilities — it's too much of a strain on the brain, which isn't accustomed to processing significant amounts of information. And this is not just my guess but a well-established fact from observations of patients — I've had subjects… I mean, patients. Both clans with keen eyes have brain activity that's slightly higher than the average shinobi without dojutsu.
"Excellent," the Jonin said, turning around. He focused and with a single burst of chakra removed the water that had soaked into his clothes, then ducked into the low entrance of the shelter.
Thanks for the shower! After giving Hizashi's back an irritated glance, I released chakra from my tenketsu, first converting it to Suiton, then gathered all the moisture on me into a sphere and tossed it aside. Collecting barrier seals that had withstood the moisture, I followed the commander inside and put up new ones on the walls.
Adjusting the lighting with weak pulses, I closed the entrance with a layer of carved earth and fused the edges, leaving only a barely noticeable slit for ventilation. From the outside, the hill would look completely untouched even to the most scrutinizing gaze, and the absence of any sign of living creature chakra would not arouse suspicion.
Unpacking my sleeping gear, I tossed my cloak aside and stretched out in full length, grateful that the size of the space allowed for it. The sudden wave of fatigue (having barely slept at all during the night) even started to make me drowsy, but the rustling of paper from the Jonin snapped me back.
Turning my head, I saw that he had pulled out a ration bar and was just starting to unwrap it. In the dim light of the seals, I even thought Hizashi grimaced in disgust before he began to chew. Despite the almost identical feelings, I fought the urge to lie down and sleep and also started to snack — I had enough work ahead, and chakra reserves are replenished faster with a full stomach, regardless of the taste of the food and the urge to vomit.
"On site?" was Rotaro's first question as soon as I unpacked the team in the new shelter.
"Yes, now we just need to wait for the courier and get out of here as quickly as possible," I nodded, immediately resuming treatment of the wound.
"And where is Kuramaru?" Tsume asked, puzzled, as soon as she noticed her pet was missing among us.
"Still sealed," I answered without looking up from my work, "Given your dog's condition, Kuramaru won't be of any use in a fight right now, and retrieving him just for a simple check…"
Inuzuka growled angrily but didn't argue, merely scowling and irritably shrugging her shoulders. However, her not completely healed wound made itself known, and the kunoichi grimaced in pain. Sighing, I shook my head but said nothing. Unfortunately, for this dog-loving clan, controlling their emotions and instincts is something not everyone manages, even to their own detriment, and my partner is undoubtedly among them.
"So, I've healed your leg as well as possible in this case, but don't strain it too much for now," I concluded with Ishi.
"Thanks, Ryo."
"Tsume-chan, come here!"
"You say that as if I'm just a regular dog," the girl shot me a sidelong glance, moving closer under Rotaro's quiet laughter.
"As if that would be an insult to you," I replied with a smirk, "Come on, give me your shoulder."
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