Chapter 17.1- One Thousand Hands

XXXXXX- THE SLUG PRINCESS

She crossed her arms in front of her, unable to dodge the attack in time and grunted as the transformed Monkey King slammed into her guard and pushed her backwards until she found her back slamming into the mountainside. Thankfully, her sensei was forced to abandon the attack as Orochimaru fired off a series of wind bullets that he had to swing his staff around to block.

“Tsunade” Jiriaya cried out, and she was moving before he even called her name. He ran forwards, weaving seals as he did so. The ground around sensei transformed into the black sludge that marked out Jiriaya’s swamp of the underworld technique. Their sensei had sensed the chakra buildup and pushed himself upwards on his staff, having the transformed monkey kind elongate himself to a ridiculous degree while standing atop the staff like some sort of raised platform. Bullshit.

She jumped just as planned and reared back a fist. They had him. They finally did. A million training sessions since the Yonbi rampaged within Konoha’s walls and they finally had him. Of course, she ended up being proven wrong as instead of standing still so she could punch the smug off his face, Sarutobi-sensei dove downwards instead. He flew towards Jiraiya’s swamp for a second or two, and then a pair of hands shot out of the staff’s frame and grabbed a hold of him by the collar and then tossed him at Orochimaru’s form.

Orochimaru was always the most skilled of them, but he could not survive their sensei’s attention for long. Sarutobi-sensei kicked things off by flipping in mid air to land a spartan kick against Oro’s crossed arms. He fell on his hands and then kicked away Orochimaru’s attempt to take advantage of his positioning before flipping onto his feet and engaging him one on one. She ran towards their position, being forced to body flicker around Jiriaya’s swamp only to find Enma in her way. She dodged underneath the first swipe aimed at her head, but the knee that hit her in the jaw came from nowhere. Oh she so hated Enma.

Trying to gain her bearings was useless. Another punch to the head, and one to her stomach had her rolling on the ground to avoid the followup. He was forced to disengage by a hail of shurinken but by the time Jiraiya had landed in front of her, Orochiumaru was already out of the running, slumped over their Sensei’s shoulder like a rag doll.

“Fuck” She said.

“We can still take him” Jiraiya said by her side.

He lied. He knew he was lying. She knew was lying. Sensei’s smug smile said he also knew Jiriaya was lying, and Enma said the words none of them bothered to, “In your dreams, boy”

Jiriaya, not appreciating the sentiment, charged at the summon.

She set her jaw and ran right at her sensei. He formed a single seal, and the ground beneath her turned into mud that began to push her backwards. She forced her chakra to surround her in an armour that allowed her take the full force of the mud river attack. Of course, the mud river was never the main part of the attack.

With an inaudible roar, the dragon dove down at her. She held out her right hand, concentrating the chakra in the way her cousin taught her and allowed the mud dragon to destroy itself against the grinder that was the Rasengan.

“Your cousin’s jutsu really is something. What a prodigy” Sensei said on seeing her tear the dragon to shreds. She grunted at the words, agreeing with them in essence. Her cousin was a real prodigy. Certainly more of a prodigy than Orochimaru had ever been, but he was also an idiot. Because he hadn’t needed to offer the jutsu in exchange for her teaching him the mystical palm all those months ago. He was family. She’d have taught the fool for free.

A/N; First bit