Chapter 45.1- Gamer of the Desert

XXXXX- KITSUCHI THE EARTHSHAKER

If someone had warned him that this is what would have happened if he involved Roshi and Han in this fight, then he’d probably have let the Kazekage brat do as he willed and left it that. Because as bad as it could have been, it would never have gotten this bad if the brat was left alone to his own devices. 

The brat fought like a regular ninja. A regular ninja strong enough that even Kitsuchi knew he had no chance against him. But at the end of the day, a human was a human. What had been unleashed on the village hidden in the stone was no human. There was nothing human about it. The Yonbi had done what four Great Ninja villages across three wars had failed to do. It had brought the Great Stone low. Before him, he could see another building sink into the lava as the fight between Han and the Four tails continued to rage in what had become the ruins of his father’s legacy.

His right hand had been crushed to a pulp, so he was well and truly out of the action, but he knew that even if he’d been whole, fresh, and rested, this fight would have been leagues beyond his pay grade. He knew he wasn’t ready to be Tsuchikage. He knew he didn’t have the strength to compare with the S-rank monsters who wore the hat, and now it was obvious to not just him but his entire village.

The Yondaime Hokage had died sealing away a rampaging Nine tails while the Yondaime Tsuchikage stood at the top of a building, watching his village sink into lava as a rampaging Four Tails proved that he’d be no match for it. The comparison was obvious, and it irritated him to no end. Kitsuchi had lived with the shadow of Minato Kamikaze hanging over his head like a sword poised for an execution. And even after succeeding his father, that shadow would never leave him. Because he could already tell that no matter what happened, History would remember him as the Tsuchikage that lost Iwa to their own weapon. 

And what made it worst was that whatever Gaara of the Desert had come here to accomplish was probably still happening without any delay. 

Kitsuchi ground his teeth watching them fight, and then the devil began to whisper in his ear. He could see it there, the sand platform that carried the unconscious body of his enemy. He ached to jump upwards and take revenge for his father’s village with his own two hands. He wouldn’t be able to save Iwa, but at least he could give them the head of their enemy. Rather, he would have been able to if the bastard hadn’t crippled him. Some ninja could learn to work with only one limb, but that was after years of training and experience.

A/N; I promised an update everyday, did I not. Here’s a short snippet. Now to get my sleep deprived self to bed.