Chapter 46.5- One Thousand Hands

“Okay. Let me reassure you then. If you do not manage to remove your head from your arse, Son Goku and Kokuo will enjoy removing it for you”

“Well, that’’s one way to go about it” I said before slapping myself in the face. We wouldn’t be attacking them in the middle of the night or anything like that. They were shinobi. Any shinobi worth their salt would see it coming and while Shino and even my own chunin subordinates had their doubts about the plan’s potential, they were wise enough to keep those doubts to themselves. Today was going to be the day the world met the Purple flash. I actually felt guilty at the fact that I’d stolen Minato’s thunder not once, but twice. I’d make it up to him for sure.

I took a deep breath and then flared my chakra, instantly incinerating the seal I’d attached to my flak jacket. All the eyes in the wide Iwa camp snapped in my direction. I smiled and then the kunai flew. I didn’t have the time to design my own type of kunai and my aim was terrible but that didn’t matter when the goal was just to send as many into the space as possible.

These were trained shinobi and I wasn’t surprised to find not a single one managed to claim a life out of the dozens of chunin and jonin that adorned the camp. Wait. Scratch that. Somehow one chunin had managed to deflect a kunai into the foot of another and that one was screaming bloody murder.

“Good Afternoon, I am Shorirama Senju. I’ll be your pilot on flight 5571 to the Pure Lands today” I said, stepping out of the foliage and into the clearing proper. In a flash, I appeared next to the chunin still screaming. I ripped the kunai from his foot and carved a second smile into his throat. A second later, Han, Kokuo’s Jinchuriki landed on the ground where I’d been standing with seam wafting off his body.

“Stay calm and I’ll get to you all in a second” I said before appearing next to another shinobi. This one also didn’t manage to react as I scrambled his brain with a single forehead poke. Next I was in the middle of a group of three. One of them even managed to begin to start turning around but that didn’t matter. I spun for a second, sending a wave of cutting winds flying in all directions, butchering the group in one shot. Next I was in the exact opposite end of the clearing and tapped one Chunin on the chest before disappearing to the left and then returning immediately after the Jonin’s fire ball jutsu had possed the spot I’d been standing in. He never managed another jutsu. I tapped his chest and that was it. I was off again.

The byakugan felt like cheating. Sometimes, I lamented my lower range compared to most other users but that didn’t mean anything when I was zipping around a clearing not up to a kilometer in diameter. I could see all my kunai. I could see where each one was and what state they were in as well as where all my enemies where at the same time. That meant I could avoid Han’s lunges and charges while butchering the pitiful army he had been saddled with. I could see the Four Tails Jinchuriki watching my path with wide eyes but kept a careful watch to make sure she didn’t escape.