Yotsuyu was, briefly, more worried about the strike that had caught Gosetsu, but truly, could anyone miss that punch?

A grown man, being taken out by a small child. He ought to be ashamed of himself.

She just gathered her Oshawott up, tucking him in his proper spot in the crook of her arm, and looked rather amused. This had all worked out to her satisfaction, so why should she not be smug?