Chapter 41.3- One Thousand Hands

Puppetting her body was much too easy. She should have fought harder, but she wouldn’t. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to do it, but she was letting him. She stood from her position and took her kunai, bringing it to his throat. He wondered if this was the right thing to do only for a second- to leave the one he loved with this kind of pain. But she would be alive. She would be alive and she would be there for Shori, through her eyes, he stabbed his body right in the heart. He left her mind with a lurch, and she was staring at her hands with shock.

He watched the way her sharingan activated of its own accord and began to morph, turning into a spinning pinwheel design. He was going to die, he was dying. He’d be dead and he’d lose them. When his vision sharpened even further, he did not notice it, so focused on the pain in his chest. He could feel his body shutting down.

Her eyes snapped to his.

“I love you” he tried to say, but could only end up mouthing as the sound refused to leave his lips.

“Yūgō” She whispered. He stared at her, and his eyes spun to match hers. Without his willing it, he said the word as well, “Yūgō” activating their shared Mangekyou ability.

XXXXX- SHORIRAMA SENJU

One great breakthrough sent Piandao flying right back in the direction that he had been coming from. So he could open the eight gates. At least the first one for sure- how quaint. Maybe that would have scared me if I did not just watch my friends come to terms with the fact that a girl they had known their entire lives would be dying today. I formed a single seal and turned the ground around us into even more mud.

The swamp of the underworld jutsu came even easier to me now that I understood the nature of my kekkei genkai. He tried to jump out of the way but the ground had shifted too quickly. There was no solid surface for him to push off against and he began to sink. He slashed his blade in my direction, sending an arc of cutting chakra my way. I jumped right above it, dodging the obvious attack with contemptuous ease. And then I was forced to substitute myself with a hastily formed mud clone as someone appeared in my field of vision and then crashed through where I’d been standing a second later.

“Give me what you stole” the woman who was using some sort of steam armour said before rushing at my next position. How silly.

The mud rose with a quickly formed horse seal and buried her in its grasp. She’d tried to push her way through but was quickly finding that this was my domain and I would not be denied.

Piandao had somehow managed to push himself out of the mud and was now standing on thin air- this fucker could fly too? I could see what he was doing though. It was much the same principle as we used for water walking, only with a much thinner surface- the air. How didn’t I think of it?