Chapter 34.2- One Thousand Hands

“Creating something from nothing is impossible” Shiba instantly refuted. I turned to him and just lifted up an eyebrow. He met my look but didn’t retract the statement.

“With all the physics-defying shit we get up to, you still argue about the impossible?” I asked sounding doubtful.

“Nothing we do actually breaks the laws of physics. Nothing breaks the law that matter can not be created or destroyed, only transformed from one form to another. When you use water style ninjutsu, you transform your chakra into water that lasts for a few minutes at the very most. This is creating water that lasts forever, for all intents and purposes” He said, and I nodded at his words while moving closer to get a better look at the skin.

It was aged, not in a bad way by any means, but it was clear that it was from a completely different era. The leather was worked in a different way from what present works would have looked like. It was rough, kind of unfinished and raw, unlike the more refined works of the present day. It didn’t look bad for its age, and had held up well over the years but its age still showed in it. Water gushed out from the nozzle without ceasing, flowing down and landing on the pool that flowed out into the waterfall.

“So how do we poison this now?” Uraume asked, moving to the subject of the matter.

“Forget that. I say we take the skin and leave” I posited, moving towards the skin.

“I’m sorry, we can’t let you do that” A voice said from the shadows. My vision widened and expanse as I activated my byakugan by instinct. Once again, my vision stopped at the edges of the cave, unable to pick out the people in the shadowy alcove.

“Come out, whoever you are” I said, stepping in front of my teammates and taking point.

Out from the shadows came a man and a girl. That was what I could easily describe them as. The man was old, hair greyed out and body hunched over a cane while the girl was more a woman in truth. She looked to be about Tsunade’s age.

“We are the guardians of the Sage’s Flask. Begone from here and never return” He said with a grave voice. I tilted my head to stare at him.

“And if we refuse?” I posed.

“You die.” He replied.