Chapter 91.5- One Thousand Hands

“Say ahh, Shorirama” I heard Sensei’s voice from his position at my feet, and then he opened his mouth. A mouth filled with some white clay thing. Some very familiar white clay thing. I felt for the hiraishin seal I’d left behind and teleported back to the walls of Konoha. From there I watched the barrier I’d been enclosed in swell with the force of the explosion as dust went everywhere.

I flew back down, shooting off as I weighed nothing and enhanced my motion with a blast of wind chakra. I floated right above the barrier as it fell.

And once the dust scattered, there she was. She was surrounded by six people and then there were the puppets. Ten of them. Sixteen. Adding her made it seventeen.

The one that drew most of my attention was the Raikage. His eyes, previously filled with fire and passion gazed towards me with nothing in them.

“So this is best you could do? The best force you could assemble to secure my death. For your own good, I hope they manage to last more than a few seconds” I scoffed as I lowered myself to the ground. I could see the girl with the explosion release. She was the one at the back of the formation. The other five human puppets were at the forefront with the puppets sprinkled in between them.

“This is my Black Secret Technique. I call it the funeral of the damned soul. Say your prayers to whatever gods you hold dear, Shorirama Senju. For you will be the first to die to this technique.” She said from her position.

“Your son. You know he never got to say any prayers before I removed his head?” I said, enjoying the way her eyes flared with rage.

“Your cousin never even saw the blade that removed her head” She retaliated. I paused, tilting my head at her.

I hope you’re watching, Tsunade. This one is for you. I breathed, and then I pushed off the ground. The first puppet to meet me was the Raikage. Nope. Wasn’t going to get bugged down in that. A shadow clone formed right in front of me, snapping a punch at his head that he had to block. I ran past him, and met the swordsman.

Hayate of the six blades or whatever. His first strike was a perfect execution of laido. At least as perfect as I’d ever seen Sensei do it. I ducked underneath the blade, grabbing hold of his vest as I did so and lifting him up. I slammed the body into the ground, and before any of the other puppets could intervene, I’d reached for his head. With a heave, I ripped it off his shoulders.

“Who’s next?” I snarled, looking up at the group. They dove in as one to their deaths.