Chappter 91.3- One Thousand Hands

“I say you seem to have found yourself in a very factorable position. Chances are Chiyo was being a subversive element in your village with her inanity. Like this you get me to get rid of her, or in the unlikely situation that she kills me, you get to remove me from the board entirely.” I accused.

“Indeed. But such is the way of things”

“Yeah, ou see, I’m not really down for that deal. Have Chiyo trigger her trap or whatever you want, but know you won’t leave here alive. Neither will she” Shori threatened and she watched the Kazekage’s fists tighten.

“You dare, boy? You might be strong for our age but I was—“

“Killing men before I was even a twinkle in my father’s eye?’ Shori cut in, and the Kazekage seemed too shocked to even say anything.

“Chiyo seems to be done preparing her trap. Uzume, Shika, I would like he Kazekage’s head for my collection. Chiyo is mine." Shori said next, and then the Kazekage shot off his seat, face reddening.

It was well enough as he rose just in time for a kick from Uzume to crash into his head, pushing him backwards. The body smashed into wood, an d one of the masked men in the Kazekage’s entourage removed his mask, revealing the Kazekage’s true form behind it. The ground beneath Shori exploded in one massive conflagration.

Shori remained in the center, untouched. Even his clothes were unmarked. He probably used his chakra as a shield to protect himself from every aspect of the explosion.

“Surely that is not the best you can do” And Shikahime saw a face she never expected to see again. The ground parted and from it came the form of Shorirama’s sensei.

XXXX- SHORIRAMA SENJU

I disturbed my chakra network. Twice for good measure. And it confirmed the truth before me. It wasn’t a genjutsu. Sensei was alive. And somehow Chiyo had managed to get to him with her jutsu. How the hell had she even managed that. And when was she going to come out herself. I had some things to say to her. Of course, my say I meant drive into her heart, and my some things, I meant my fist.

Red sparks of chakra rose all around the two of us, forming a barrier. Some variation of the four violet flames formation if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, and they never were. And that brought back the elephant in the room— barrier.

“How?” I asked. If I expected a reply, I never received one, as Sakumo moved.

His blade came so close to removing my head from my shoulders that I felt my whole body kick into gear. A mistake here— sensei or no— would mean death. And this would not be the place I died.