Chapter 56.2- Gamer of the Desert

I landed on the ground and rolled for a second or two before coming to a stop. I groaned as I pushed myself off the ground. At least without the adamantium sealing chains on me, I could feel my chakra again. I could feel the snejutsu power flowing in through my seal and balancing itself with my own reserves. Reserves that were steadily approaching there point where they would begin to be considered critical.

Standing, I looked towards their last known position. It wasn’t a surprise to find them enclosed in a barrier. A barrier that was being steadily maintained by a swarm of chains in different positions. I just walked towards it, took out Dark Sister and planted her in the ground before making a chair out of sand for me to watch from. I’d read about this precise technique. I had nothing that could break open the barrier without draining me heavily in turn.

A tailed beast bomb would do the trick but I’d have to drop sage mode and also abandon all the senjutsu chakra Shukaku had been storing on my behalf in order to use the pure tailed beast chakra I needed to pull off the transformation. From what I could tell, her healing had already taken Nagato back to 80% of his max power. He would be at full power by the time I tore down the barrier so what was the point of exhausting myself in trying to accomplish the futile. After all, what would be the point. They’d drop the barrier one way or another at the end of the day.

XXXXX- TEMARI OF THE DESERT

She woke up to the sound of explosions. All around her. For a second she thought she was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Gaara had seals all over the place. No one could invade Suna. But when she felt her chakra and reality itself, she accepted that it wasn’t a dream. And after that, she was off like an arrow from a crossbow. She pushed herself off her bed in a second and only stopped to pick up her fans on her way ou of the room. She cared little that she was still in her pyjamas. Any who’d dared attack Suna would find themselves too busy being cut to shreds to comment on her attire.

She met Kankuro, also jumping out of his room as the same time as her. They needed to exchange no words as they covered the stairs and the distance to the front door in seconds. Their home was at the centre of the village. Gaara had had it built himself. A new home. He claimed that the Kazekage must rule from the middle and could not live at the edges as they had before. The village was also much bigger so their old home had become part of a market district with all the redesigning that was going on.

They came out to a village in chaos. Thanks to Gaara’s street lights, Suna had not known darkness at night for a long time, but this was different. So much of the village was in flames that it was beginning to feel like the were in daytime. With a massive heave, she brought her fans to bear, swiping them at the three buildings close to her and releasing a vacuum wave that turned off the fires in front of her. At least that was good. Kankuro’s puppets moved across the buildings, bringing out the inhabitants and rescuing them while she marched forwards to find more fires to put out. She trusted that Kankuro would follow behind her the second he could.

She rounded the corner of the block and found nearly a whole street on fire. Grimacing at the chakra expenditure she was sure to incur, she pumped her reserves into the fans and swung once more, releasing winds that sucked the oxygen from the flames and killed them instantly. She marched further into the village, and then there was someone in front of her. Gaara’s friend, Mebuki.

“Temari-chan, do you have any idea what’s going on? Are we under attack?” The girl sounded panicked. Of course she was. She wasn’t a real shinobi. A medic who hadn’t seen the field in years.

“Don’t worry yourself, Mebuki-san. Everything will be alright. Just stay here and heal whoever you can. I’ll continue putting out fires” Temari never asked what the woman was doing on this side of town. Never asked where she’d even appeared from. So intent on helping those in need, she turned her back and began running towards the street’s exit to the next danger point.

She never even heard Mebuki throw the senbon that was aimed to end her life. Instead, she was forced to turn around once she heard the thunking sound of a needle sinking into wood. She spun around and saw Oni standing right behind her. She jumped backwards for a better view and saw her brother commanding Kyojin to swing his giant cleaver at a dodging Mebuki.

“Kankuro, what are you doing?” She shouted towards him.

“She tried to toss a senbon in your neck the moment you turned your back. She’s either an imposter or a traitor” He said with more seriousness than she was used to hearing from him.

But she could not doubt him. Because how else would Mebuki who barely managed to pass the academy’s physical tests be dodging out of the way of one of Kankuro’s biggest puppets with such ease. She weaved between two slashes of Kyojin’s cleavers as she ran forwards, jumping right at the puppet. Its chest compartment opened itself, unleashing a hail of senbon that ripped through her. A mud clone, Temari realised with dissappointment. But that was short lived as she soon had bigger problems.

There was a kunai at her throat.

“Temari!” Kankuro screamed, worried.

“Don’t move, Doll boy or you’ll be the one to explain to Gaara of the Desert why his treasured sister is a head shorter when he returns- if he returns, that is.”

A/N; Cut to Suna to show y’all how its going