Chapter 92.5- One Thousand Hands

I felt my body become filled with strength beyond my wildest dreams.

“I can fight the world” I said, not even sure where the worlds had come from. I heard Kurama laughing in my head at that.

“That’s just a fraction of my power, boy. Don’t go getting ahead of yourself” He said, and I looked down again, not even sure when my head had turned straight ward.

There was a golden chakra armour surrounding my body. It flowed around my body, wrapped around my armour, molded to fit my form. It created a golden haze around my body itself. The light bleeding off of me and influencing the very air around me.

“Are you going to get to work now or just stand there?” I heard Kurama’s voice in my head again.

Oh, I had come here to of something hadn’t I? I just wanted to run. Punch something. A spar would be good now. I turned to look at Uzume in her position. She would be a good spar right about now.

“Focus” Kurama’s hiss again.

Wait. What was I supposed to be doing? The tower, I thought when I looked at the rubble. I was supposed to be rebuilding the tower.

But I needed the rubble out of the way first. I felt a sliver of chakra flow to my hand and begin to gather and spin itself even before I formed the intention. I squeezed my hand shut, ending the rasengan before it could form. We would still need to get someone to look through that eventually. I pushed out with my hands, wanting to get the rubble out of the way, and the chakra around my arms flowed where my hands stopped, and kept going.

I formed the intention, and the chakra limbs expanded until either of my hands was large enough to wrap around a house. I used them to push the rubble away, pushing it forward and forward until it was thoroughly out of the way.

Now it was time to build the tower, I thought when my hands returned to normal.

Mud release. I could build anything with mud release. I just had to set my mind to it. And this didn’t need to be a permanent structure. I just needed something to last until we were back on our feet and could begin constructing another one.

I didn’t need handseals for my mud release. It was part and parcel of who I was at this point. I slammed my hands to the ground, moving so quickly that it almost felt dizzying.

“Mud release secret art: reconstruction of the lost world” The jutsu’s name came to me almost of its own accord. The first step was mud transformation. I turned the circle that would form the base of the tower into mud, and then within that circumference, I dug deep. I turned it into mud miles and miles into the ground. First step complete. The ground did not resist, easily accepting my will to take a new form as my water release affinity merged with the earth.