23 Heads Will Roll (1/2)
Akata decided that except a straight up suicide attack, the highest probability of success they had was enabling Fuzen's ability to do a quick surgical strike within their midst.
And to increase his odds, Akata and her team would orchestrate a fake blitz attack to draw the enemy's attention and hopefully bait the other side into deploying parts of the force used to guard the Mountains Daimyo and their representatives.
The underlying component of Akata's strategy was based upon appearing as a severe threat and the only way to accomplish this was to launch an actual strike deep within their enemy's defence perimeter. The deeper in they managed to get, the better a distraction they'd serve for Fuzen.
About to pierce the enemy's outer perimeter, Akata performed her final instructions.
”When the moment comes, the job of eliminating the Land Of Mountains Daimyo and its representatives falls on you Gaijin. When you've completed the mission fire this green flare into the air, and each of us will fall back to meet in the cave.” She handed him the flare.
”I got it, don't worry,” Fuzen reassured her. ”Now, let's get this concert going shall we...”
Activating 'Void Fist' in both hands, he dissolved in between steps and arrived a hundred feet further away next to a shocked enemy behind a tree. Without time to respond, Fuzen's hand passed through the Suna shinobi's neck-area separating the head from his shoulders. The head hadn't even fallen to the ground, and he was on the next unwilling victim.
”This is it, team! Don't let this young brat outperform you,” Akata encouraged them and increased her speed to follow.
With Fuzen spearheading the attack, teleporting between shinobi's hidden in various locations and leaving beheaded corpses in his wake, their team was approaching the convoy much faster than Akata had expected. She'd sorely underestimated the killing potential Fuzen commanded despite having been warned by the Hokage.
Half a mile within their parameter an alarm finally sounded and shinobi's started streaming in from every direction to hinder their approach.
Fuzen still went about killing indiscriminately, trying to force his way deeper in, but the enemy was smart and had started fighting in teams. It was becoming an arduous task, and besides Fuzen who was able to move at speeds faster than Akata could visually track and his efficient combat style, all members of her team were having a difficult time. On the battlefield, he moved like an intangible phantom. Each time the enemy encircled him, Fuzen would appear somewhere unexpected and decapitate another opponent. The most consistent way to track his position was by listening to the eerie pulsating bass emitted from the dark coating covering his hands.
Progress was slow, and it had gotten to a point where beside her and Fuzen the others were mostly just dodging incoming attacks. If she weren't careful and continually remained vigilant in how she constantly changed the movement pattern of their team, the enemy would have them encircled and killed long ago.
”Akata, if we go any further there's no coming back out!” A wounded Sato fell in beside her and yelled above the noise of several incoming wind blade attacks.
”Dodge, you fool!” She pushed him to the side in an attempt to save him, but one of the wind blades strafed him and cut straight through his left thigh muscle.