"My magic tends to be!"

"Well, I think most of the rest of the city has fled the flood."

"Let's take care of any straggler fighters, then go find some fish, perhaps?"

"That sounds like a plan."

There are only a few brave souls left who are still fighting to save their city.

Well, then they can join their fellows, sinking into the ocean as she melts away the last dregs of their city.

Glub glub.

Heeee.

And she walks out over the water, focusing on her Rinnegan's soul-sight. Here fishy fishy fishy...

The fish...

...seem to be exactly where they were, moving in exactly the same pattern.

Huh!

She leans over them.

"Hello!" she calls.

They don't respond at all.

What if she sticks her hand in, in one's path?

It swims around.

Her hand starts to feel a little tingly.

The water around her surges upward.

Fascinating! She keeps trailing her hand through the water.

The ocean's surface starts rocking, becoming choppier.

"I think," Eliana says, "this begins to qualify as messing with spirits. Was it only killing Mara asked you to refrain from?"

She pouts and removes her hand. "Sadly, she asked me to refrain from most forms of messing about."

"I will not say I'm ungrateful for that. I find myself underprepared for a larger-scale conflict."

"And we don't want to push our luck, after last time, and being already separated from our friends."

"That, as well."

"Back to them, then?"

"Yes. It seems we've accomplished our goal, here."

She nods, and sets about to zooming them back.

"Did you meet with success?" Eliko asks upon their return.

"Yes, though we didn't manage to talk to the water spirits."

"Spirits don't really talk to people."