Chapter 78.6- One Thousand Hands

And yet, the Raikage pushed himself with one movement. The armour around his body spiked as he tore through near a dozen layers of mud. Probably tons of the stuff in terms of weight in one movement and jumped out to his feet.

His armour was sparking now. This was the second stage of the lightning armour. It took him less time to reach me this time than I could have anticipated. It was all I could do to teleport off to the side. And then he was on me again. Again, I teleported to the side. I reached into my pocket, retrieving close to a dozen kunai and tossing them all about the place. The kunai had barely left my hand when there was a massive fist right in my face. I teleported to one— right next to him.

Sage empowered muscles came to my aid as I contorted my body and slammed a spartan kick into his head. The ground around us shattered, a shockwave flew out, destabilizing most of the kunai I’d tossed a second earlier. He, the Raikage, did not move. He stubbornly pushed his head against my foot until his face was looking at me. And then there was a smirk. How interesting. He reached out for me, but I was gone again.

The hell stab. I had to wait for the fucking hell stab. I didn’t have anything that could pierce that armour. Or did I? Naruto hadn’t. The Eight tails hadn’t. But why was I marrying myself to their limits. I was better. I had to be better than a tailed beast and an oaf whose only special characteristic had been the tailed beast put in his gut and the fact that he was the reincarnation of ninja Jesus. Well, the last one was pretty important but still.

“Ready to fight and stop running, boy?”

“I’m teleporting, you idiot. You’re the one running. But then again who would expect a Raikage— famously the dumbest of the Kage— to appreciate nuance” Taunting came easily to me, I realised. Even when there was no fucking need to get the man that already wanted to kill me even more interested in doing so. I teleported to avoid the next hit, but then I noticed he hadn’t committed, pausing on a dime and then twisting towards me so quickly that it was like a flash of space. I was off again, and the same thing.

Of course. Senjutsu allowed better senses than most could have. It was the combination of senjutsu and my byakugan that allowed me react to his speed after all. What were the chances that he couldn’t do the same with his own sage mode.

“Fighting you is annoying” I said. He smirked, and still kept coming.

“Much more annoying than your predecessor. He died without much of a struggle.” I said, enjoying the way the smirk died on his face— perhaps a bit too much. And then the armour on his body spiked again. This time, I didn’t react in time. The fist slammed straight into my chest. Train, meet body.