Chapter 62.2- One Thousand Hands

He contemplated jumping in on that fight before he noticed that he was surrounded.. His opponents came out of the shadow, one from each direction.

“This the one?” One of them asked, a boy with silver hair and a blade in his hands.

“Yeah, the Tsuchikage’s son. Shori wants him alive” The girl replied. The same girl that he’d almost got with his trap earlier. The other two, a blonde boy, and a Hyuga girl with one arm stared at him, shifting their stances slightly as they waited for hm to make the first move.

“Is this all Shorirama Senju can send?” He asked with a laugh, portraying humor that he did not really feel. In truth, he had felt his stomach drop. That girl alone had almost been able to take him out. Now there were four of them. He could recognise Uraume Hyuga, and h knew she was the kind of opponent that he would ordinarily need his full focus on. And she had three others here that might have been equally as dangerous. But this was the life of a shinobi. Like the stone, he could not bend and he could not waver here.

He swallowed and looked between them. The standard procedure when faced with Konoha teams. Separate them— target weak links first. Uraume Hyuga was clearly diminished— one arm gone. But there wasn’t a single stain on her, no sweat, no blood nothing. Either she handn’t been doing any fighting or she was sill dangerous enough to kill without effort like she was famed for. Not her. Too risky. The blonde boy shifted with the moment, clearly feeling some tension in the air, and Kitsuchi found his target.

He slammed his foot into the ground, activating the jutsu he’d been preparing. All four of them jumped back from the earth spears that tore out of the ground a second after he slammed his foot. He body flickered straight left, heading for the blonde one. The boy brought his own short blade around, but Kitsuchi had fought the girl already, and to be honest, she was better. He ducked underneath the straight slash and slammed his shoulder into the boy, taking him to the ground. The boy tried to roll him around, but he held his ground. The sissy couldn’t wrestle, just as he expected.

Kitsuchi straddled him, holding him down with his thighs and legs with barely any effort. The boy tried to lift his waist up to get some leverage, but Kitsuchi would have none of it, punching him straight in the face enjoying the feeling of flesh and bone warping under the force of his blow. He lifted his hand for another punch, and felt a palm straight in his midsection that sent him rolling off his quarry. His eyes found the Hyuga girl some distance away in a stance like she had pushed him from a distance. That vacuum palm jutsu of theirs?