Chapter 68.3- One Thousand Hands

He rose to his feet and flicked two shuriken straight at me, I backhanded them to the sides, strengthening your hands with a quick application of earth release. Even the wind release enhanced shuriken were not able to pierce it. I stepped closer again. This time, he moved in for the attack, starting with a kick aimed for my head. I stepped to the side and bodychecked him into the wall of his home and sent him bouncing off him.. My version of sage mode gave me two key advantages over everything else— strength and chakra potency.The former was used much less often than the latter. I fought with the gentle fist most of the time so I never truly just got top bring my strength to bear.

There was something therapeutic about it, I couldn’t lie. “You want to be Hokage, huh? Is this the best you can do, Danzo Shimura?” I taunted and he came at me again. He formed the bird seal with his fingers and I scoffed. His wind release bullets were swallowed in my own gale. No seals, no jutsu name, not even a proper jutsu, just a display of elemental control, and I overpowered his jutsu.

“Worthless. What in the seven hells could have convinced you that you were good enough to stand as the steward of the great tree?” I enjoyed the way he gritted his teeth with every word that fell from my lips. He was already beginning to blush down to his neck. He was clearly not used to dealing with mockery that was so poignant. Still. He was at least sharp enough to know he stood no chance in hell of managing anything against me. He turned and moved to jump through the door and leave the study. I moved, easily getting to the door before him and standing in his way. Even without the flying raijin, I was still so fast that I could practically run circles around him. How shameful.

He moved, fist aimed at my head. My Byakugan allowed me to deconstruct the plan in seconds. It might even have been brilliant if it was against anyone else. I caught the fist and then the hand detached, proving to have been a mannequin substitute that exploded in my grip. Using the puff of smoke as cover, he flew out of it, knee aimed for my head. I stood still and took it, not bending. Instead, I caught him by the neck with one hand while grabbing his waist with the other and tossing him straight into the floor. He rolled backwards with the hit, not even reacting to what must have hurt like a motherfucker.

He rose, four senbon in his hands that he fired at me with wind release amplifying their speed. I stepped through them like they were nothing. “Did you think Hiruzen was your equal? Me? My one handed cousin would wipe the floor with you” I taunted. Was it true? Probably not, but one of the keys to a good diss was that it did not need to be true. It just needed to hurt.