Chapter 83.3- One Thousand Hands

“I told him it was possible. If I die here, tell Uncle Tajima he can suck my—“ Her fingers covered my mouth as Uzume appeared next to us.

“You are not dying here, you fool. And I am not telling Uncle Tajima anything. I might be the Clan Head, but even I have the common sense to know not to piss off a veteran of the first war and one of the clan’s most powerful jounin.” What she left unspoken of course was th fact that she thought I didn’t have that common sense. I tried laughing but my lungs screamed their protest. Every part of my body screamed their protest— I amended. My body was not pleased with that one at all.

But I still won. I beat the Raikage. I hadn’t even needed to seal him or to use his own attack against him or to use a chakra inert arrow, or any of my other plans. Instead, I’d won exactly how I wanted to. I put my fists against his, and we found out who could hit harder— it was me.

“What?” Uraume spoke.

“He’s a monster” Uzume whispered. I turned my head in the direction they were looking at, feeling a sinking feeling in my gut. My neck screamed but I ignored its protests, forcing the movement and found that my fears were being proven true. He was standing up. One knee first. And then another.

Uraume suddenly looked up, and then she was on her feet. I felt her chakra spike, my senses all the more sensitive now that mine had chosen to retreat to my core to avoid damaging my body any further. Her Kaiten was a thing of beauty. Her hair fanned out in all directions, while a spinning vortex of blue chakra surrounded all three of us. The spinning shield buckled as there was some sort of impact from the outside. Thankfully, the absolute defence of the Hyuga clan stood strong. When the danger had passed, Uraume stopped spinning.

Pushing past my body’s protests, I pushed myself to my feet, partially using Uzume as a stand. The Konoha group was largely devastated by the explosions but I couldn’t keep my focus on that because there she was. Chiyo. In front of her stood a girl with an Iwa headband— couldn’t have been more than a pre-teen but the tongues I could see coming from each palm told me not to underestimate her. It also told me where the explosions that had done so much damage had come from.

The Raikage was trapped within a wooden box of some sort. I could hear him struggle against it even as the seals glowed from the outside. His struggles grew weaker and weaker. I tried stepping forwards only to fall to my knees again. I was barely able to raise my hand in time to catch the blood I was about to begin coughing out.