Chapter 48.2- One Thousand Hands

He charged through her hosenka no jutsu and tore through the tree she’d left her water clone standing on. Water clones were useful for their low chakra cost and their ability to use some basic ninjutsu with enough skill. Sure, she had over twice as much chakra as she used to but that was no reason to grow sloppy. Just like Sakumo-sensei always taught them— efficiency, efficiency, efficiency.

Her trap snapped shit with a snap. He jumped into the field and two of clones completed the web of ninja wire. She held the end of the wire in her clenched fist and squeezed before pumping it full with lightning chakra. It hissed, cracked, and zapped its way into being but in no time the Jinchuriki was surrounded by a complete web of crackling electricity that shone even in the daylight of Frost’s sparse forests. He turned from side. To side, not completely turned into a beast. He could recognise the trap he was caught in, but just like he had responded to everything she’d tossed in his direction he went with power. He could make out her position and so jumped right at her. The only problem with that was the the net of wires was thickest around that area, and she had watched every step of his motion with her sharingan and so reacted right in time to enhance the lighting flowing through the web while controlling all the lightning in it to one spot. He struck the wire, breaking through it with ease, but not managing to move any further, caught in the air by the lightning chakra running through his body and electrocuting him all the way through.

She ended the flow when she saw the red chakra surrounding him finally recede. He fell to the ground, smoking like charred meat. She smiled. He was still breathing, jinchuriki were hardy like that. She jumped down from the tree, feeling strangely pleased by the victory. The others had bored her and while this hadn’t forced her to go all out with her power, it had still taken a fair amount of wit. The others? Well, they failed to achieve even that much. She walked forward, letting the kunai slip into her fingers committing to savoring it at first before deciding that was stupid. A shuriken buried itself in his windpipe in a whisper of the wind. He stopped breathing and for a second she allowed herself to relax.

That was a mistake. The bastard had been playing dead. Red chakra exploded from his body, cloaking him in two tails and he bore down right on her. She barely had a second to react. Next, his bicep was at her throat and he was driving her straight into the ground with a scream of “Lariat!” She landed on the ground and the man roared his victory to the heavens. “I got you now Bitch. Fucking finally” he shouted.

A/N: Not much of a cliffhanger, because we fucking know he didn’t get her.