Chapter 38.2- One Thousand Hands

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“Are you sure this will work?” She asked me form our position cloaked at the outskirts of the Suna camp.

“I think that this might be the wrong time to ask such a question, don’t you think? If it doesn’t work, then we’re fucked.” I said to her with a smirk.

“No time for your jokes Shorirama. I did this on your assurances that you can somehow create a distraction big enough to occupy five hundred and twenty three Chunin and Genin.” She hissed back. I knew we were in little danger of being discovered so I didn’t cause any problems about that.

“Fine. I told you I’d deliver. Trust me to deliver. Now, if you would-“ I gestured away from the camp.

She still didn’t look pleased but she disappeared in a body flicker nevertheless. I nodded at the others from their position hidden in the distance and proceeded to remove my meisaigakure jutsu. It wouldn’t be serving me from this point henceforth. I picked at a seal tag that I’d attached to my breastplate and ripped it off in favour of sealing it away. It was the chakra suppression seal I’d been forced to come up with when the Suna forces started implementing sensors in their patrols. If I kept it on while I did what I was about to, there was no chance it wasn’t going to burn up and set me on fire with it.

Once I removed the seal and jutsu, I could see a few people in the camp become alert to my presence. That number rose sharply as I began to flare my chakra. I folded it in on itself just like Hashirama described in his journals once, twice , and thrice before my tenketsu began to feel like they were on fire. Shinobi were scrambling towards me from the Suna camp, but they would be much too late.

Boar → Dog → Bird → Monkey → Ram, I whispered to myself beneath my breath as I went through the seals and then slammed my hand on the ground while mentally willing Jinpei to come forth.

The smoke that followed my jutsu was so thick and plentiful that it stretched past even the range of my vision. I felt the jutsu succeed and instead of standing on the ground, my feet were pressed against stiff blubber and I was dozens of feet above the ground I’d been standing on.

“You’ve called me again, Shorirama” my whale friend said, voice booming across the battlefield.

“Yes, I have Jinpei. Will you help me, my friend?” I asked, and I didn’t even need to wait for the answer.

I reached for the waterskin at my waist and felt at the connection I had begun to form with it. I was nowhere closer to understanding how it did what it did, but I was now capable of interfacing with it on some level. The skin did not have a constant flow of water, it released as much or as little as its weilder commanded, and since I was the wielder in this case, I was commanding it to release a shit ton. Water rushed from the skin like a geyser, spraying down to the ground beneath us.

“Don’t worry about water, Jinpei. I’ll handle that. What I want you to do is join me in keeping this lots focus on us” he nodded beneath me and I felt a smirk build as I prepared my next jutsu.

“Mud Release: Sand Man’s Parade” I proclaimed to the world, marking the beginning of my legend.