Chapter 38.1- One Thousand Hands

TWO MONTHS INTO THE SECOND GREAT SHINOBI WAR

“I’m surprised it took them this long to get this desperate” I said, while giving Shika a significant look. She’d seen this coming, but had expected it to happen as early as a month ago. They had sent sixteen different teams out. The last time, they even sent two teams out at the same time in the hopes of confusing our surveillance but that had done nothing to help their situation. They had widened their patrol routes to the point where we decided that getting rid of the patrols would be more efficient than hiding from them all the time. So we had started hunting down their patrols one after the other. We were winning, and we were doing it handily. Their water stores had been dwindled to the point where the lower ranked shinobi were being limited to one bottle every other day. They must have realised that there was no chance of success here and had decided to attempt this Hail Mary.

“I’m not.” Shika said in reply and I nodded. She had been right in the end, the conflict between the big personalities in the Suna camp meant that they spent more time arguing among themselves than thy did worrying able us and that meant a measure like this had taken time to hatch and to implement.

Nine different teams were going to be sent out from the camp in the middle of the night today- Shiba had confirmed it himself. Only one of the teams would be problematic to deal with though- the one that would have Piandao the Weasel on it.

“So what are we going to do?” Inukuro asked, and I narrowed my eyes at him when I saw the glassy look in his eyes. He was still doped up, of course he was. Shiba just could never refuse him and no one wanted to get in the middle of that mess right now.

“We can’t stop Nine different teams of Jounin, can we?” Choni asked, turning to Shika as well.

“We can’t. There’s only twelve of us here and even if we had Shori taking on a team on his own like he insists he can, the numbers just don’t work.” She said. I nodded in agreement, not bothering to mention that I was certain I could take on two teams on my lonesome because it didn’t matter.

“So we just let them go get help? Let everything we’ve done here fail?” Uzume didn’t sound pleased at all, and that was a position that I could tell most of our classmates agreed with. To keep them on their toes, we had been kept on our own toes. No one here had gotten a full night of rest in a month, and people like Uraume, Shiba, me, Inoken, and Inukuro who had special senses useful for keeping track of the Suna camp hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in even longer.

“No. Not at all. Nine teams of Jounin is 27 Shinobi. That has to be the entirety of their remaining Jounin force. The camp will still have hundreds of Chunin, but that is a different matter entirely. I say we invade the camp, capture the Commanding Officer, eliminate as much of the remaining hierarchy as we can, wreak as much chaos as possible, and leave before they can get themselves in order. When those Jounin return with reinforcements, they won’t find a camp to return to.” She said, and I felt my lips pull apart in a smile.

She turned to me and gave me a nod that I returned.

A/N; Speed up