It couldn't be done before the death since their chakra would naturally oppose mine. Unless I synched myself with them like I do when I heal someone else. I thoughtfully considered.
I wonder if this is how Orochimaru got started. I distractedly commented. I lacked his natural sadism and obsession with red eyes, but the ability to think truly horrific things were there.
...
I opened my eyes and abruptly raised my other arm upwards, skillfully rising a thick mist around myself. It didn't reach the border of my line of water, but it hid me from view. I rose from my seated position, thoughtlessly circulating my chakra to dispel the stiffness.
From the tip of my fingers rose a chakra scalpel, faintly glowing blue. Another strange thing is the blue coloration of chakra. I thought, noticing the difference in comparison with the medical one, which glowed of faint green light.
I nicked my other arm and dispelled the scalpel.
I let the blood drip into my cupped hand. Looking at the cut, I prodded around the area with my chakra, and finding the nearest tenketsu, I poured out a delicate flare of medical chakra. With deep satisfaction, I looked at my wound closing. Even if the feeling was unsettling, the skin is not meant to knit itself together that fast.
I focused on the blood in my cupped hand and pocked it with my chakra. It didn't react, simply starting the clotting process faster.
There is still my chakra in the blood, and gifting more energy to it only makes it work faster. Even if its strength was quickly dimming. I couldn't manipulate my blood, but I only needed to extract the water in it. How could I? Even the single drop I could raise from a puddle was ready-made of water.
After a few minutes, I found my answer. After all I already knew how to separate a toxin from the bloodstream. Now I only needed to tweak it so that it could suit me.
Slowly I started to make my chakra spin the blood clockwise, while 'calling' for the water to move in the opposite direction. After the training I underwent to learn the Rasengan, it was easier than it might sound. Soon after, I held a spinning circle of darkish red... something, and above it, one of crystal clear water.
The quantity was negligible, however, it was something that I could use in emergencies. I had a stony determination that made me push forward.
"Distasteful." I commented. I dropped the dirty hand into the pond, keeping up the water distilled from my blood. It didn't feel any different than normal.
Thoughtfully, I let it fall.
I popped out a food pill and ingested it thoughtfully. It was late, almost midday.
A ripple in my line of water warned me that something was approaching. Maybe I could layer two lines so that I could estimate the speed of the trespasser. I noted.
"Yo." He greeted me.
67,5 kg.181 cm. Masked. Leaf band. Identified as Kakashi. I quickly thought, the training stopping me from jumping in surprise.
I smiled. "Yo, to you too." I flippantly answered.
Good news: the Hokage didn't order my death. Bad news: I've clearly been too heavy-handed in prodding him towards the Kage Bunshin, and Kakashi is here to question me discretely. I reasoned.
And probably execute me if I am deemed a threat.
I wasn't strong enough to survive an attempt on my life made by any elite jonin, I knew that.
"I'm guessing Hokage-sama sent you?" I asked, forcing myself to remember the honorific.
The scarecrow with gravity-defying silver hair eye smiled at me and stood silent. This is going to get old pretty fast.
I choose to go without displaying my growing fear of being about to be killed. Fear is the mind-killer. I reminded myself.
"I need a way to perform a highly unstable suiton jutsu, which is likely to backfire the first times. I should get the hang of it pretty quickly."
Still, silently, the Copy-ninja brought his hands together in a strange cross-shaped seal. It was probably unique to this technique. I had read about modifying hand seals, but it was very far from my area of expertise.
I copied it, and pushed just a little bit of chakra into it, feeling like I was trying to break through a thick stone wall of some kind. I let go, I wasn't eager to burst my chakra coils due to a misused hand seal after all.
I brought all my attention to Kakashi, pouring all of my sensing ability on him. He was kind enough to wait to form me before actually performing the technique.
I couldn't get a read of him. While even guy sensei was somewhat hidden from my reads, I still used to get some kind of feedback. One that spoke of an unrelenting hunter, with Kakashi, I got nothing.
I knew he was there, sure, but I got the feeling that I was seeing only what he wanted me to. In this case, only how he was molding his chakra. He pressured was what I started doing.
Then he pushed it so that it would stand taller than the 'thick stone wall" that I felt before, then he started folding it over the edge. The part grinding on the top of the wall got thinner and thinner, while the mass of chakra on the outer side of the wall took shape.
When there was only a strand left connecting the two chakras, with a tiny wisp of smoke, appeared a bunshin of Kakashi, already eye smiling at me.
"This is the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu." The original one said.
"But he already knew that." the copy added, looking at the first scarecrow ninja. They both turned on me, and if it wasn't for the subtle killing intent I would have laughed for the resemblance with the Weasley Twins. Time to start bullshitting my way through this mess.
I shrugged. "I heard of it years ago, I'm an infiltration specialist, ninjas that can't hold their alcohol shouldn't drink."
The shinobi tilted his head, dispelling his clone: "And why shouldn't you be put under arrest for stealing village secrets?"
I blinked. "Because he wasn't drunk? I thought it was a test or a way to train me how to find out information without raising suspects."
The single eye on the face of the older shinobi narrowed. "When. Names. Where." He succinctly ordered me to provide.
"The day Guy sensei told me I was going to be a team 10 specialist in Thieving and Subterfuge. I tried my hand at Subterfuge since I was forbidden from stealing from civilians and not so stupid as to try stealing from a shinobi."
His voice was cold when he answered: "Elaborate, genin."
"I entered a pub in the middle of the night and chatted with a fake drunk about bushings, he started the conversation. His pupils didn't react to the changes of light as slowly as they should have with the amount of sake in his breath." I quickly explained.
"And you didn't report this to your superior in command, namely Might Guy, why?" He asked.
"I already told you, I thought it was some kind of test, and since I never met the guy again, I had assumed I failed." I answered.
"And how did you manage to enter a pub?" He asked, still suspicious.
I grinned. Time to sell my bullshit.
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