Chapter 40.2- One Thousand Hands

XXXXX- THE HYUGA HEIRESS

This was supposed to be an easy mission. Just go deal with the reserves and move on. First there was izuku, Uzume, and Kuro going off on their own. She decided in her heart that she was finally going to confront Kuro about the testoterone. She knew they’d gone spoiling for a fight and silently trusted Izuku to keep their heads in the game. Still, she was confident that the rest of them could do what was necessary. It had all began perfectly as well.

Kizuru and Toshiro had used their genjutsu at opposite ends of the baggage train to sow confusion amongst them while Shiba had gone in and done what he did best- sowed chaos. She silently upgraded the danger rating of the entire Aburame clan as she watched Shiba touch someone who went on to touch someone else before collapsing to the floor dead.

“What was that?” She heard Benzaiten ask.

“That was a unique formulation of fine. By breeding the Kinkaichu with the rinkaichu in my body, I can create a new species that feeds on chakra even while poisoning its host. It’s worse at both abilities than either of its parents but the combination of the two and the unique ability to breed in a host faster than any other insect I’ve ever seen makes it perfect for sowing a plague like this one” Shiba said, adjusting his shaded goggles as he watched his handiwork with a dispassionate eye.

“Sick” The Sarutobi said with an excited tone and it was all she could do to avoid looking at him in shock. The ‘infected’ shinobi were egged on by Kizuru’s genjutsu to touch as many of their comrades as possible once the initial confusion had worn off. She was wearing specially designed earplugs that blocked out the sound of Kizuru’s flute which she knew echoed far and wide across the field. He had grown to be a master at using Shorirama’s gift.

Toshiro, on the other hand, weaved his own genjutsu in a more insidious manner. As they began to turn on themselves in their confusion, he made certain shinobi invisible while changing some others to look like Konoha ninja. It wasn’t even much, what he did. He could change what a headband looked like in addition to the colour of flak jacket, and that was enough for previous comrades to turn on each other. She silently applauded the effort even as she thanked the gods for the gift that was the byakugan. If not for an inbuilt ability to see through illusions, she was sure that even just watching this would have left her paranoid about their use for the rest of her life.

So if everything had been going well, why was she complaining? Because of this bitch, of course. She’d spotted the missile as it began to approach several kilometers away, and it was already upon them by the time she’d managed to warn her team.

She barely managed to dodge out of the way as it tore through the ground behind her before stabilizing and revealing itself to be a woman in a very low-cut yukata that exposed the valley between her breasts.