48 Chapter 48 : Two More Down (1/2)

”Crap.” Kenji muttered to himself. Between the layers of smoke and dust, he felt the presence of countless puppets. The army. Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets. It wasn't the individual puppets that scared Kenji. Just the sheer number of pieces Sasori could play was bad enough. Kenji often listened in on other Akatsuki during his stay with them. From what he knew about the puppet technique, Sasori was on a whole other level. No time lag between the ordering of puppets, not to mention he was controlling 100 of them.

Before Kenji could even move, screams filled the air. Team one knew what to do. They all placed hands on Kenji's shoulders as he whisked them away. Kenji had to admit, working with this team was enjoyable. Along with Kakashi, these jonin were something else.

Kenji placed markers along all the captains, so it wasn't hard to deploy himself into the action. When Team one came out of nowhere, a member of team three was punctured between the chest, sent flying past them. Kenji didn't flinch. He chose not to feel empathy anymore, even for his own comrades. He couldn't afford to in his messed up mind.

”Captain, what should we do?!?!”

Kenji felt his way around. Nine including him were still standing. What could they do in this situation......wait! Kenji felt the sensation on his head. Rain. He smirked. The timing couldn't have been better.

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A flash. If one looked upon this battlefield from the sky, only a yellow blur could be seen. Streaking back and forth. Cutting down man after man...after man. No one could catch him. This blur continued to ravage its enemies until the sun cowered below the trees. Yagura, for some reason, just watched. That streak kept its eyes on the Mizukage in confusion.

As crickets sang under the stars, that blur stopped. In the middle of the warzone, a man stood. His once white robe was painted red. His blonde hair was a mud color. His skin tried its best to peak through the red, it was unsuccessful. The only remaining color that didn't change, was the eyes. Those glossy blue diamonds. That color was still in there. But deeper, peering deeper into those oceans, its revealed that that blue color didn't change, but the way they danced in the blur's head did. Kenji would understand this look. The look of killing thousands at once. That blur was experienced in that field, but it never got easier. As that yellow blur turned red, many soldiers lost their will despite being forced to fight. Out of chakra and out of breath, three thousand men laid at the feet of that blur's feet. The blood of those souls dirtied him. The remaining troops stood in fright. Legs trembled. Mouths left open. Everyone could hear the souls of the surrounding victims leaving their bodies. Not a patch of green grass remained. It looked like a red river. Screams of agony, those just waiting to perish, unable to achieve anymore in this world littered the ground next to dead comrades. This....THIS WAS HELL ON EARTH! All eyes were on that man in the middle of it all. His back turned, blood dripping from head to toe. Minato Namikaze, the yellow flash. Right now, from his enemies perspective, he was Minato Namikaze, The devil.

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”Everyone hold them off. I need to prepare!” Kenji yelled at his force.

They looked uneasy, but they put their faith in him anyway. This kid had to have something up his sleeve.

The rain picked up.

Kenji focused his mind. His chakra. This needed his undivided attention. Precision was a must. He didn't want to kill his entire team. Kenji couldn't see the clouds in the sky, so Guy stayed by his side, protecting him and watching the space above.

”Kenji! What am I looking for?” Guy raced his eyes across the sky, blocking puppets left and right.

”It'll look like a funnel in the clouds after they gather.” Kenji knelt down going through signs.

Two more ninja went down. One by one. Sasori paid no attention to the sky, he couldn't figure out what Kenji was going for.

This was Kenji's first attempt at this jutsu in a fight. He and Sasuke discussed it years ago and Kenji had finally gotten somewhere with it. He assumed Sasuke had mastered it by now as well. It was 'their' jutsu. The one that symbolized their friendship. It was special.

”Kenji! Now!” Guy yelled.

”Everyone move!” Kenji flexed his arms into the jutsu. The exhaustion of the chakra drain was substantial.