Chapter 81.1- One Thousand Hands

“Like I’d fucking let you” I snarled, pushing myself off the ground and straight at him. I kicked the glowing green hand upwards, forcing it away from the wound. Uzume, now recovered, stomped the back of his knee with so much force that the chakra she’d used was probably visible to the naked eye. A less elegant version of my cousin’s technique, but effective enough to be useful. She forced him down on one knee while I ground a rasengan into his head.

No dice. At least the wound was still freely bleeding. He brought his arm around again, trying to grab me again. I jumped over the hit, aiming a kick at his neck. He tanked the hit, pushing himself to his feet as he did so, sending me backwards. I landed with my hands first, and then my feet.

‘More’ I silently asked, and felt the number of tails behind me grow to six. Now my vision was entirely tinged red. I rushed at him once again even as I watched his chakra spike. He flooded the space between us with black lightning. I teleported to the side, forming a rasengan with each of my tails as I rushed at him.

Each of the tailed beasts had a special ability that distinguished them from the rest. For the one tails, it was his sand control and fuijutsu. For the three tails, Coral. The Five tails had steam. What did Kurama have? Sheer chakra malleability with as much chakra as the other eight combined.

I extended my tails out, trapping the Raikage between two giant rasengans. He tanked them and the resulting explosions, but then I was in his face again. I punched him straight in the face. His head rocked backwards. I watched his eyes widen. I hadn’t breached his armour by any means but it meant I was hitting with enough strength to force his body to move regardless.

He retaliated, and this time, I was fast enough to curve my body around his own punch. The tails that had used their rasengans earlier wrapped around his feet, dragging him off them and to the ground while another two rasengans from two more of my tails nailed him deeper and deeper into the ground. He broke through the grip my tails had on him and managed to escape unscathed, but that would was still bleeding.

Somehow he noticed that I was still staring at the weeping wound. “This small thing? You think you can win because of this small thing?” I prepared to jump in, in case he tried to heal it again. But this time, he didn’t even move. I watched his chakra spike as a small thread of it escaped the armour, heading inside, not out.