Chapter 92.4- One Thousand Hands

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Now? I want to take a hot shower and go to bed. But life isn’t about what I want. We need to have a meeting. And to do that, we need a hokage tower” I said.

“You really want to wait that long?” She asked, eyes panning across the room.

“You could probably fit everyone in here” She said.

“No. Because it sends to wrong message. We want the message to be that we were hit, but we’re back to business as usual”

“And delaying the meeting sends that message?”

“Who said anything about delaying the meeting. Do you have any recollection of who I am?” I asked as I body flickered out the window.

I didn’t need my byakugan to see her follow. Part of me wanted to challenge her to a race, but what was the point in that. It wasn’t even going to be a challenge. I lightened myself and then shot from the ground, flying towards the mound of rubble where the Hokage tower had been.

When I arrived, I dropped to the ground, looking around and making decisions as to what was going to happen now. What the new tower would look like.

“So what are you going to do?” Uzume asked, landing by my side. “And when did you learn to fly?” She asked immediately after. It was like she had been unable to choose which to ask first.

“Today, as to your second question. As for the first, the answer is rebuild” I said.

“You want to reconstruct the entire Hokage tower?” She asked.

“Yes. Of course.”

“Pardon the disbelief, but I’ve seen what your clones can make with your mud release. And I can see how much chakra you have. No chance” She said.

“Well, you’ve forgotten a very basic fact” I said.

‘Ready Kurama?’ I asked.

‘You’re the one I’ve been waiting for’ He growled in my head, and hen I felt his chakra flood its way into my network. Controlling Kurama’s chakra for precise ninjutsu was basically impossible. But the fight with the Raikage had left me with an idea. So instead of allowing Kurama’s chakra enter my coils just as it was, I smashed my own chakra into his. I looked down at my body with my eyes to make sure I got it right. With how much chakra I had at this point, a 50:50 split would be stupid. But I had other options.

Since Kurama was cooperating, his chakra wasn’t going to fuck with me like nature energy would if I tilted the ratio in his favour a bit too much. 80:20 felt like a good ratio, drops of my chakra mixing with his to make a concoction greater than either of us put together. Denser than mine by far, but far easier to control than Kurama’s had ever been.

I felt Uzume take a step back as small embers of golden power bubbled from my skin.