Chapter 40.1- One Thousand Hands

Izuku did not feel good. There was a ringing in his head that refused to go away. A ringing that did not get any better by the sound of metal on metal that intruded on his sleep. He wanted to shout at Uzume and her brother to get out of his garden and go bother someone else before he realised he wasn’t napping in his garden. The ground was much too hard, not the rich mineral filled loamy soil that he had imported all the way from the capital. Also the sound of metal on metal was not gunbai on gunbai like it was when Uzume and her brother sparred. One of those weapons was definitely a katana, and that was when the memories of what had happened surfaced in his head. He shot to his feet so quickly that his brain protested at the sudden movement.

He bore the pain with a stiff upper lip like he had been taught and turned to the fight that was progressing. Fight was a generous term. Uzume was the most powerful Uchiha of their generation. When he was younger, he would have fought that fact to the bitter end, but age had weathered his ego to a shadow of what it once was. Uzume was stronger even than most of her brothers and for her eldest, everyone knew it was just a matter of time. He was sure that if not for the crush on Shori that everyone except her could see, there would have been calls for her to be made clan heir instead. That was to say, that most powerful in a whole generation of the most powerful clan to call the most powerful village home or not, Uzume was being destroyed.

Cuts littered her body, scattered in different spots where her armour did not cover. Just looking at her told Izuku that her armour had saved her life more than once already. He scowled at his present condition and debated healing what was undoubtedly a concussion before he changed his mind. He was strong- he could still fight. And there was no room to save chakra. He formed the horse seal and flared his chakra to alert Uzume before he spat out a volley of wind bullets. She body flickered backwards, moving in his direction while the Weasel blocked every single wind bullet with almost casual swings of his blade.

“The two of you have delayed me for long enough” The Weasel said, and then he moved. It was like a flicker of displaced air. The armour that had warded away so many of his attacks gave way as he slashed Uzume across her body, almost cutting her in twain, from hip to shoulder in one swing. Izuku barely even got to form a single handsign before he received the same treatment, two cuts across his hands, severing both his wrists from the rest of his body that he never even got to react to before a blade was embedded in his stomach.

The Weasel removed the blade, allowing Izuku to fall back to the floor, gasping for air.

“You’ll both die in a few minutes. I’ll allow you the time to make your peace with your gods and with each other.” He said before he disappeared.

A/N: Are you guys going to scream at me? There was no way for them to win at present. It just wasn’t possible.