Hunting a Hyuga, Koshiro versus Haru Hyuga

Prelude
 Tree's waved east, caught within a weak breeze. A beautiful day for a walk..or capture. Within shadows of a forest sat a man whose appearance spoke of eighteen years. However, he lived long enough to watch children born and killed by old age. His cloak covered unique eyes and various scars while a black bang hid a sewed shut socket. He had tied a giant scroll upon his back, one which held many secrets.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu." He whispered. A Massive puff of smoke appeared from thin air, revealing a dried wooden casket. It's door creaked open, releasing maggots and insects of all phases. Death lurked near by. A corpse stood within it's confines. One dressed in Anbu armor. His face covered by a rare death mask.

"Awaken," Koshiro commanded. Simple Hand seals weaved elegantly. His undead Puppet awakened and looked towards his master. Groans of death echo'd throughout.

"Now for the trap." His Corpse weaved it's own hand seal with decaying fingers. Suddenly, Koshiro stared at a copy of himself, which disappeared in an instant, heading towards their target. Koshiro, meanwhile, sat nearby, watching everything take place.