Mist shinobi attacks rained down like a teor shower—relentless and unending.
"Water Style: Water Formation Pillar!"
One of the Mist shinobi unleashed a powerful jutsu, roaring as a torrent surged from his mouth like a dam bursting open. The devastating stream hit three people directly with overwhelming force.
Torifu reached out and grabbed the nearest teammate—Abura Shibi—but Kiyosuke was too far.
"Kiyosuke!"
He shouted.
Kiyosuke looked back and yelled, "Captain! Get out of here! They won’t catch !"
He took a deep breath, grabbed hold of Sahada, and dove into the water, letting the blade carry him away.
"i, take your team and bring that Konoha brat back to !"
The Mist commander gave the order, and three figures shot forward in pursuit of Kiyosuke, while the commander himself chased after Torifu and the others.
...
anwhile, Kiyosuke flowed with the current, slipping into the river and swimming upstream.
Relying on Sahada, he moved swiftly through the water, occasionally surfacing to breathe.
He hadn’t chosen to fully rge with Sahada. While fusion would let him breathe underwater and even increase his combat strength by turning into a half-human, half-fish hybrid, it ca with risks. If he lost control, Sahada could overpower him and run wild.
Without strong chakra suppression and sufficient strength, no one could keep that blade in check. The only reason Kiyosuke could was because Sahada hated heat.
A cowardly little thing—powerful, but it only bullied the weak.
Right now, all that mattered was running. If the Mist shinobi caught up, things would get ugly—especially since he was still in a fully physical state.
Chakra wasn’t a problem. Fuguki Suikazan had hoarded tons of chakra in Sahada without ever using it. Now, a portion had been transferred to Kiyosuke. It was like having a portable battery—an extrely useful one at that.
Once he felt he’d gained enough distance, Kiyosuke surfaced, climbed ashore, leaned against a tree to catch his breath, then evaporated the water from his body. Slinging Sahada over his shoulder, he moved on.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Shuriken ca flying.
Kiyosuke swung Sahada, knocking them away. He looked up—and spotted three figures standing on a tree branch nearby: two n and a girl.
What caught his attention most was the girl. She had long, wavy chestnut hair, similar to Fuguki Suikazan’s, pale skin, and delicate, beautiful features. She was even prettier than Pakura. Her piercing green eyes held a sharp edge, and she looked to be around the sa age as Kiyosuke.
"Tch. Mist pursuers, huh? But only three of you? That feels a bit arrogant."
He pointed Sahada at them with a grin. As long as they weren’t three Jonin, he wasn’t worried.
"Arrogant bastard! We’re not your average Mist shinobi. Lady i, allow to take him down!"
The young man beside the girl—gray short hair, tiger fangs—spoke up with a bloodthirsty grin.
"I want in too," said the other youth, whose palm extended a sharp bone spike—clearly a mber of the Kaguya clan.
"Genzuki. Taketori. Don’t be rash," i warned. "Genzuki, his body is quite similar to yours. Don’t underestimate him."
Gozuki Genzuki protested, "Lady i, are you underestimating ? The Hydrification Technique of the Hōzuki clan isn’t sothing so fake can compare to. Just watch."
Without another word, he drew his blade and charged.
"Lady i, are we really going to just let him go like that?" Kaguya Taketori asked.
"Forget it. You know how stubborn he is. Once he sets his mind, we can’t stop him. Just keep an eye on things. And Taketori, hold back. We’re here to capture him, not kill him."
"Understood."
Taketori nodded, eyes filled with respect and admiration as he looked at i.
...
Genzuki charged in at top speed, slashing down with his blade.
Kiyosuke was forced back several steps, his wrist numbed by the impact.
"Damn, that’s so strength."
He looked at Genzuki again—the arm holding the blade had swollen noticeably, thicker than his other one.
Water Style: Great Water Arm Technique.
By concentrating all the water in the body into the arm, it boosted strength dramatically. Paired with a blade, it could cut through iron gates and rock walls.
Kiyosuke looked at the swollen limb with a strange expression.
Genzuki paused, raising his blade and snapping,
"Hey! What the hell are you muttering about? Hand over Sahada! It belongs to !"
"Oh? Big talk. You think saying it makes it yours? Try calling it—see if it answers."
"Hmph! I’ll kill you and take it!"
He released the Great Water Arm technique, his arm returning to normal, then gripped his blade in both hands and lunged.
Kiyosuke hefted Sahada.
"If you don’t behave, I’ll roast you!"
"Whiiiine—"
Sahada let out a reluctant growl. Threatened by Kiyosuke, it gave in.
"Good boy!"
He swung it with full force.
CLANG!
Genzuki stumbled back, his blade trembling in his hands, arms numb.
"You can actually control Sahada?!"
If he couldn’t, Sahada would’ve already pierced his hand with its spikes. But more than that—he could command it. That ant...
A shadow flickered in his eyes.
He suddenly smirked. "I heard you’re afraid of Water Style. Funny thing—that’s what I’m best at."
Kiyosuke raised an eyebrow as Genzuki ford hand seals. But before the jutsu could activate, Kiyosuke raised a hand and blasted fire.
"Water Style: Water Fang Bullet!"
Fire t water—and this ti, the flas were extinguished. The spiraling water drill surged forward.
Sahada opened its mouth wide—and swallowed it whole.
"Nice work!"
Kiyosuke patted the blade and laughed, then threw a punch.
"Fire Fist!"
A massive flaming fist launched forward.
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!"
Genzuki quickly drew from the river behind him, erecting a wall of water to block the flas.
But in the next instant, a figure charged through the water wall. Sahada tore through the jutsu, revealing Kiyosuke’s grinning face.
The sword ca crashing down.
Too fast. Genzuki couldn’t raise his blade in ti. His whole body turned to liquid.
"A water clone?"
Kiyosuke frowned, watching the puddle at his feet, then looked up at i and Taketori.
"Alright. Guess it’s your turn now."
Dragging Sahada along the ground, he walked past the puddle.
Slowly, the water reford behind him, taking on Genzuki’s shape once more. He sneered at Kiyosuke’s back, raising both hands—shaped like finger guns—aid at Kiyosuke’s spine and skull.
Quietly, he whispered, "Die.
Water Style: Dual Water Gun Technique."
No hand seals.
A secret jutsu passed down through generations of the Hōzuki clan—one that fired chakra bullets with incredible piercing power.
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