- Down!
The unexpected shriek and the heated skin on my temples didn't allow me to move my hand in time, and the senbon that flew out of the weapon's seal clattered and bounced off the nukenin's ducking hitai-te, and a hundred meters away from us, the observer's barely discernible source suddenly flared up.
- He's Uzumaki, break the distance," the ninjutsu expert, who had obviously fought in the First Shinobi World War and had encountered masters of fuinjutsu, shouted again, but the warning was a little late.
With his jerk to the side, the melee attacker was right on top of my shadow and I instantly took advantage of such a luxurious gift - the frozen man was hit in the eye with a senbon and died almost instantly. But I got hit by a hail of cobblestones and took one in the right shoulder, which gave a sharp pain and a crunch, and another in the head, before I was able to use one hand to pick up the still-falling body as a shield.
Fortunately, the seal that had been activated stopped the blood from his forehead almost instantly and began to pump healing chakra to the injured area, dulling sensitivity. But then the Dotonshchik suddenly unleashed something more serious than his simple and cheap but effective projectiles. And luckily, something I was already familiar with:
- Doton: Sando no Jutsu!
A second's respite allowed me to recover enough to use my clone replacement, avoiding being smashed into a mold by the technique that followed the rockfall with a slight delay. The slabs collapsed with a clatter, destroying the corpse and raising a veritable curtain of sand that blocked the view not only of me, but of the nukenin as well. I gritted my teeth in pain, but I made good use of the time I'd been given, healing a solid crack in the bone and reducing a gorgeous bruise that had made it hard to move my arm.
Suddenly, one of the jonin Sarutobi was fighting faded and disappeared, and then he disappeared from my internal radar. Damn it, Nui! The remaining shinobi hesitated for a second, but almost immediately made up his mind and ran towards Kay. No way! I won't let you kill him either! As I rushed to his aid, I almost immediately caught a glimpse of a three-meter-sized block of rock emerging from the dust cloud.
- Fucking asshole, I can't deal with you! Oodama Razengan!
After blowing the equipment to dust and being glad in passing that my goggles and mask allowed me to operate in such an unfavorable environment, I suppressed the urge to spit. It was clear that the nukenin was able to find me even out of direct line of sight and was not going to let me go.
Without dealing with the bastard first, there was no way I could come to my friend's aid. All right, desert or no desert, I don't give a shit. In a single motion, I threw off my hoodie (it would be too late to hide the size of my chakra anyway) and sent my clone to frighten the watcher out of the way with his genjutsu. You want to make me angry? You've done it! Now try to get over it!
- Suiton: Daibaku Suishouh (great water burst)!!!
Having been ambushed by Iwa, Kay Shibatori could consider himself somewhat lucky, as after splitting up, there was only one Iwagakure nukenin following him, unlike the others. Moreover, preferring to converge in taijutsu rather than relying on ninjutsu. Kay, who also specialized in this shinobi art form, might not have died in the first few minutes when the enemy demonstrated his superior training, experience, and the crushing power of his strikes, backed by his mastery of Doton: Kengen no Jutsu and Doton: Tsuchi no Yoroi.
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