Chapter 58.5- One Thousand Hands

Now, it must fall upon me to describe the battlefield in which Uzume and I fought upon, to enable you understand just what was about to happen. The Jounin sparring league held their matches in a large clearing within training ground 44 that got wider and wider with each fight between powerful jounin. Now, the clearing was so wide that it was about the size of three football pitches squashed together, surrounded by the giant trees that called the Forest of death home. In that treeline stood, sit, or hid the jounin force of Konohagakure. Well, them and the Diamyo who had somehow managed to get someone to transport a throne of all things out here for him to sit. Not like he’d even be able to follow most of the action on account of him being a civilian and all that, but it was the thought that counted, seemingly.

Why was that necessary? To give context for what was about to happen. I pressed m hands to the ground and sage energy flowed from me and into the ground, precisely mapping out the circumference of the clearing we stood in before turning the whole thing into mud. And not just a shallow surface layer of mud like I usually did, but mud that reached miles down. Sage chakra was the perfect definition of doing more with less. Altogether the jutsu that reshaped the battlefield only ended up costing me about half of my total remaining reserves. I watched as her sussano flagged, beginning to fall into the mud for a second before she was able to stop its descent. Probably some variation of water walking that let her stick to the surface. I allowed it for the time being. It would be more useful to upset that footing when she wasn’t focusing.

My mud rose under my control as I shifted to my next set of seals. This jutsu in particular I’d stolen from Hashirama almost wholesale. “Sage Art Mud Release: Mud Giant” I said out loud and the mud rose to my will. First came the head— bereft of features beyond a pair of glowing eyes and a slit for a mouth that was in actuality just a straight line, floating in my ocean of mud for a second before the neck beneath it formed and then came the shoulders. From said shoulders sprouted a pair of muscular arms that pushed down against the mud to help the rest of it rise. The midsection was that of a body builder, ripped with muscle in ways the human body could not be, and then came the legs. Its dignity covered by a skirt like structure around its waist.

When it was fully formed, it stood at about even height with the sussano— losing out by maybe a few odd feet at the top. Still, both creatures were massive, and ready to rumble.

“So this is what you’ve been practicing” Uzume said from her position within her sussano where she had stood and allowed me to prepare my own jutsu.

“Want to see which power is greater? That of the Uchiha or that of the Senju?” I offered as my giant took two steps forward before some of my mud ferried me up to its shoulder.

“I already know the answer to that one” She replied, stepping forward in her sussano as well.