71 Naruto : Domination: Chapter 71
When questioned about his reasons and motives, he had appeared offended, almost disgusted at the thought of killing. "I didn't come to Iwa to kill children."
The words had cut her legs, almost making her crumpling to the ground. It had to be some kind of trick, a ploy, a set up. And yet, the Leaves, that clearly had been far more capable than one could have credited them for, didn't even spill blood.
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We weren't even of consequence for them. Kurotsuchi thought grimly as she kept running quietly into the night. And it wasn't some glaring weakness like the lackof enough balls to kill them, as they had clearly demonstrated in the last stage.
Jinchuriki. Kurotsuchi tasted the word in her mind, slowly mulling it over as she remembered what the apparently easygoing genin in blue armour had shown in the last stage.
He had no problems with killing, he has even been enough sport to not brutalize his first opponent immediately. She took a small jump, letting her momentum carry her over a small creek.
Iwa was famous for its doton and lava release, Suna for their genjutsus and puppets, along with the admittedly terrifying poisons that Chyjo had brought to life, Kumo had their scary attitude towards lightning, and bloodlines that were truly terrifying, Kiri was filled by batshit crazy people, the Seven Swordsmen were merely an example, and Konoha ... had clans, a lot of them.
Even if fire users were fairly common, they didn't any outstanding ninja that could wield Katon as masterfully as Kiri shinobi did Suiton. Konoha liked to advertise itself as basing its work on teamwork and other such trite shit.
But Kurotsuchi, even if she didn't admit it to anyone but herself, knew what Konoha was famous for: producing monsters.
At least a couple fr every generation, and when there weren't two S-rank ready to tear the world apart for their precious Village, there were teams that had dedicated their whole career to working with specific other ninjas.
Clearly, the combination techniques they were able to pull off became much more streamlined and smooth, holding feints and fake errors within themselves.
Sure, when Konoha failed, it did so spectacularly, Orochimaru of the Snakes had become infamous for his mercenary attitude and there were many voices about the kind of experiments he used to run. Itachi Uchiha and Shisui Uchiha had been other two.
The first betrayed the trust of their village, using it as a personal hunting ground, the other two had torn asunder their own clan, leaving in the night and going forward as a lethal couple of shinobi.
So when Kurotsuchi had been told about the plan to crush Konoha at the Chunin Exams with the help of Orochimaru and Rasa himself, she had immediately thought to the genin capable of levelling an arena with a suiton jutsu, killing a Jinchuriki with said attack.
She remembered that his suiton demonstration had been the first time she though a jutsu to be truly beautiful. And that image had remained with her ever since.
When she had the occasion of crunching what she saw were his students, she had remembered the otherworldly beauty of water expanding faster than sound, and had refrained from killing the greenhorn.
She had only hoped that he wasn't about to become another Devil when they had begun to enact the plan to take down Konoha.
He didn't, and yet he proved that he would have become terrifying, takin on the first two Kages and Orochimaru... Kurotsuchi felt goosebumps running over her spine as she kept running: she could only hope that Konoha hadn't another monster in its lines ready to tear into her home country.
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( SHIKAMARU )
I crossed the threeshold of the secret base with a carefully blank expression on my face. Jiraya had opened contacts, I was to keep them working.
Inside of the underground circular room, several Kiri-nin were looking at me expectantly, gazes going from mistrustful to interest, but everyone went silent, as a show of unity if nothing else.
She was a tall, slender woman, white, smooth looking skin. Her ankle-length auburn hair was styled into a herringbone pattern at the back, she wasn't wearing a top-knot tied with a dark blue band yet, contrasting the admittedly strange notes Daiki-sensei had left me.
Four bangs hiding her forehead, the two short ones covering her right eye, letting the other emerald green one shine from under a well cared for eyebrow. The two longer bangs crossed each other on her bust, just below her sharp chin, dragging the eye of any sane human being to her deep cleavage.
I had no doubt that she used it as a distraction to kill with even fewer difficulties any fool that would end up distracted.
I remembered her in the blue of sensei's sketches, and while she was wearing a mesh armor, her shoulders were covered by a grey flak jacket, her black shirt doing nothing to hide her figure.
She wore mesh leggings reaching down over her knees of the same grey of her jacket, the monotony of the color broken with black wrappings that held several pouches. Her calves hidden by the standard shinobi sandals one could find everywhere in the Elemental Nations.
I didn't miss her nail varnish matching her lipstick. Seduction-missions during wartime? I frowned, my mind quickly building an answer: To unbalance the impressionable Konoha-nin.
She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she had dragged together a resistance and led it through civil war. I also distinctly remembered the description of her spitting a fucking lake of lava and being able to wrap the surroundings in a caustic mist.
Given the high lethality of said kunoichi, I wasn't going to shag her with someone else's dick. Not that I thought about it.
I denied to myself, before holding back a sigh when Daiki-sensei's words climbed their way back to the forefront of my mind: "Humans obey to four biological priorities: water, food, sex, shelter."
Once that thought had been set in my head, time started flowing again in the right direction.
"You must be the Godaime Mizukage I heard so much about." I started conversationally, ignoring the surrounding ninja bristling at my disrespect. "Never pretend to feel respect.
Don't pretend or lie with those who can squish you. When you'll actually be capable of doing so, you'll no longer need to listen to my survival tactics."
Then I snapped my fingers, pretending to having suddenly remembered something. Before they could stop me, I tapped the storage seal on my armguard: freeing Zabuza's cleaver, causing everyone to widen their eyes.
"We heard that you lost yet another of your Seven, so as the graceful neighbours that we are, we brought back this beauty." I opened the meeting channelling my inner sensei, I only hoped that it wouldn't get me killed outright.
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