Chapter 47.3- One thousand Hands

“Will you manage to entertain me, I wonder?” She mused with a sigh, and then jumped backwards as he moved faster than anyone she had ever seen to crash into where she had been standing. As she jumped backwards, their eyes met and she snared him in a genjutsu to make him think she was two metres to the left from where she actually was. She felt it break in a second, with no effect. How annoying, She thought as she dropped a set of shuriken from her sleeves into her fingers.

He tried to jump at her, but the wind released shuriken tore through the space between them before he could make a choice. Even a jinchuriki couldn’t just take an attack like that and walk it off. So he didn’t. The tail roared into the space between them and deflected the shuriken that had been in danger of hitting him. She took advantage of his distraction, and with a single hand seal— a one-handed tiger seal, she breathed out a fire ball the size of a small house. He braced for the attack, and took the explosion head on. She had little hope of that being enough to take out a Jinchuriki of all things so she activated her meisagakure no jutsu with a ram seal and merged with the shadows.

She watched as the flames died down to reveal him standing hunched over. The single tail that had previously been floating behind him had now become two. They danced through the air, weaving a pattern of noxious red chakra. The feeling of choking and death was almost impossible to ignore. She bore it with ease. She’d died once before, after all. Half of her had, that is. She quietly considered her options while she remained still. Jinchuriki had fixed advantages, but they also lost out on a lot of thing that regular shinobi had to rely upon. For one, they were much less bright, to used to using their strength and speed to solve problems. Now she just needed a way to take advantage of that.

XXXXXX- SHORIRAMA SENJU

Han was too slow, I thought with a smile. He barely managed to lift his arm up in a guard in time for my punch to send hum flying through the forest. Behind me, four tails weaved their way through the air. He shot out of the foliage like a bullet made of steam and I caught his fist in one of my tails before using the same tail to toss him through the air and backwards by about a dozen feet. Again he came. I ducked underneath his sweeping claw strike and punched him in the ribs. He flinched, taken aback by Kurama’s strength.

I took advantage of that. I stepped down on his leg, stopping him from backpedaling and nailing him with three straight right hooks.