Chapter 63.6- One Thousand Hands

My chakra control was good, but not so good that I could mange three separate elements at the same time— only one of them being my primary affinity, so the boil release amplification to my physical state faded away as I rushed at the golem, leaving me just in sage mode. And I used the word, just, very lightly there. Sage mode was one hell of a boost. It didn’t do much to increase my raw speed, ut it gave me an awareness of my surroundings that allowed me know to stop just a bare inch before the spot where Onoki’s golem’s punch landed. It also gave my muscles and nerves the power top stop at a dime like that, and continue running up the golem’s hand a second later.

Onoki brought the construct’s other hand to bear, slapping down, but I managed to dodge ahead of that one, feeling the lightning release jutsu held in my grip release a few sparks that scarred their way into the golem’s form. Onoki, standing atop the thing’s head, must have been a fearsome sight to most but to me, he was nothing but a man. A man that’s destined to die to my hands. He watched me, eyes wide, and this time, when he pulled both his golem’s hands back, I jumped from the construct’s elbow, straight at him. The golem’s hands came together in a slab that would have caught me in the middle, but I spun in mid air, using the raikiri as a blade that cleaved both hands to pieces before I pushed against the very air behind me with my feet and continued straight at him.

At the very last second before I stabbed in, I watched as his chakra shifted. My hand was plunged into his chest before I could stop myself and the rock clone smiled a nasty, savage grin, as its own hands wrapped around my arm. I felt my body as it began to struggle to obey my commands.

“Super-Super Weighted Boulder Jutsu” he snarled even as the original body ripped itself from the golem’s head. I forced myself, struggled, screamed at my body. But I could not move.

“Get out of there, Shorirama” I heard Kurama’s voice scream in my head as Onoki formed his signature seal. Unlike every other time he’d used it in this fight, there was no hurry within him. Just the cold certainty that he had me.

“I wish I could say this was just business, just the nature of the shinobi world. But I would be lying. Shorirama Senju, I am going to enjoy this.” He said, and then the shape clicked into place. He fired, and the attack hit nothing but air as I teleported down to my last marker. The clone had come along for the ride even if it had dissolved to nothing but stone by now.

“You’ve done nothing but buy yourself a second more to breathe air and live.” He said, and truly, I could not move.