Chapter 50.5- One Thousand Hands

I shielded my face with my cloaked hand and let the shockwave from the explosion push me into the ground. I touched the ground with my back, and turned the whole thing into mud that encased me and shielded me from the explosion of senbon that followed the fiery explosion that had driven me off in the first place. I activated my byakugan, getting a good view of the puppet that stood in the middle of the chaotic clearing the explosion had created.

“Thank you, Kurama” I said mentally even as I moved his chakra back within the seal and pushed myself back to the muddy surface with nothing but my chakra. I reached out for the feeling of my flying raijin seals and noted that the two I’d placed on the Hyuga and Uchiha leaders respectively were gone— blasted to smithereens. How the fuck had she managed to sneak up on us? I wondered as I looked at the woman standing in the middle of the chaos, puppets around her.

“Shorirama Senju. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now die” She exclaimed and the puppets swarmed me. The first one had blades for hands and danced through the air so quickly that it would have been a blur to most. To me, it was just quick enough that it wasn’t something easily ignored, but not fast enough to be a real threat. I backflipped away from its first slash and the mud on the ground rose to encase it.

Another puppet opened its mouth and I forced myself to the ground as it created a sound so hideously jarring that it felt like it was driving me insane just from hearing it. I forced the mud to take me within its grasp again, but another puppet was waiting. From its hands came canisters that rolled along the ground, falling into the mud.

They were too many to smother at once, especially with how disorirented I was. For the second time, Kurama saved my life as his chakra surrounded me from head to toe as he took us straight to the four tailed state. The canisters blew up and I was left in the middle of a large crater. All my mud was gone, and the little that still existed had been instantly baked into clay. Fuck. I stared at the puppets as they swarmed my position.

“Jinchuriki” the woman who had to be Chiyo spat the word like it was the foulest of curses. “To think that Senju blood would find itself soiled in such a manner. Hashirama and Tobirama would thank me for doing the world this favour” She said like she knew them. I scoffed at what was clearly an attempt at a mind game. If only she knew that Hashirama had spent most of his life clapping Jinchuriki cheeks.

“Are we going to fight or not?” I growled in her direction, and then not giving her time to reply, I shot into her space, moving past the puppets and heading straight for her at full speed.