154 Return To Monke - 6

He slid his foot back further to push off with, at the same time he made a single hand seal and exploded forward in a rush towards the old man with a shunshin enhanced blitz.

His eyes with their enhanced perception were digging into the old mans form, preparing for any move he could make from the slightest twitches of his muscles as he rushed forward lashing out with a rapid right straight aiming for his face, specifically his eyes, to cut off his vision.

It was a feint after all.

At the same time he lashed out with his fist, never intending to make contact with it, he swung his foot out in a stomping kick towards the old mans knee. He'd smash his knee cap and limit his movements massively with it.

He never made contact.

Hiruzen clasped his hands behind his back and didn't even flinch at his fist, at the same time, the old man lifted the leg he was aiming for up, avoiding his blow and before Daiki could backtrack from his failed strike, the old mans leg moved like a serpent, coming down over his thigh and catching it beneath his knee, pinning his leg there and keeping him off balance.

"The ability to predict your opponents movements from the slightest twitch of their muscles with your eyes is indeed a very useful and potent ability," the old man Hokage began lecturing straight away, "But, it is not undefeatable. The Sharingan can do that as well, and how many Uchiha have been killed despite that ability? A better variation in their case in fact. Try not to rely on that ability too much when it comes to close combat Daiki-kun. Though I must admit, very impressive speed for your age."

Daiki grinned at him, "Sure, but you realise even if you caught me, you're stuck too!" he retorted and pushed off with his other leg, rising into a knee strike aimed for his new teachers chin.

Once again it didn't make contact, the old mans hand came from behind his back, quick as a flash and his palm stopped Daiki's strike in its tracks.

But it did its job and loosened the grip his leg had on his own and Daiki thrust his left palm out to the side, using his Force Palm Jutsu to increase his momentum and rip his leg free. Not bothering to aim for the man since he'd see it coming a mile away and retreat.

Leg coming free, Daiki spun mid-air like a rapidly rotating spinning top and lashed out with a dragon wheel kick aimed at the mans neck.

Daiki's eyes widened though when the old man casually bent forward, ducking under the blow before both hands whipped up and caught his ankle, "Shi-!" Daiki never even got to finish his curse before the old man stopped him in his tracks with his grip and reared back up, lifting Daiki up above his head, before promptly smashing him into the ground.

The ground shattered from the sheer force of the blow, and if Daiki weren't so tough he would have had the wind knocked out of his lungs.

As it was, he was still stunned and not able to counter as the old man reared him back up into the air before spinning like a tornado and letting go, launching him like a bullet.

He smashed into the cavern wall multiple dozens of feet away like a wrecking ball and went straight into it, debris falling and creating a cloud as his body cratered into it from the sheer strength behind the toss.

"…Okay that hurt." Daiki groaned, shaking his head and pushing himself up. Before the smoke and debris could clear though, he thrust both hands behind him and jumped, unleashing a pair of Force Palms that launched him high and rapidly into the air towards Hiruzen's position.

Then he launched another pair of Force Palms propelling him downwards and generating even more force and momentum.

He smashed down with a double hammer blow that the old man sprang nimbly back from, the ground shattering inwards from the force of his blow, but Daiki didn't pause and rushed the old man, launching into a flurry of rapid fire blows, leading with punches into kicks, enhancing his momentum and rapidly rotating to hide his next move and gain more momentum for his next flurry of blows.

He was pure non stop motion given form.

Yet the old man dodged, weaved around or parried and blocked his flurry of attacks with little effort.

Letting Daiki tire himself out a bit, or maybe just to see how long he could keep up such a flurry of connected and concentrated attacks.

The answer was, he could keep it going for a pretty damn long time his stamina was insane and recovered rapidly even in his base. And the old man realised that pretty quickly.

Because he shut him down not long later and went on the offensive. Beautiful in its simplicity and timing at least. With no wasted movements and nothing Daiki could predict or at the very least keep up with in his base form speed, the old man weaved to the right avoiding a knee strike aimed at his ribs, before sliding back left, foot extended and catching his ankle.

The old man barely touched him and he turned all of Daiki's momentum against him as the tan genin found himself carried into mid-air, sideways and with little reach to counter.

And then the Hokage smiled at him warmly and lashed out with a palm strike that caught him in the centre of his stomach, "Force Palm Jutsu." the old man announced gently.

Daiki's eyes widened in shock, and then he gagged as a very familiar burst of pressure slammed into and through his stomach and carried him back through the air a good twenty feet where he landed on his back, gagging and wheezing.

'Fuck!' Daiki spluttered inwardly as he gagged, blood erupting from his mouth as he hacked and coughed. He'd never been properly hit by his own jutsu.

It sure was something!

If it weren't for his durability, endurance and natural healing ability, that would have been debilitating and kept him down for at least a little bit. A point blank shock wave to the internal organs would do that to a guy.

Actually, most people would be dead. As many of his opponents could attest to…if they weren't dead from being hit by the Force Palm.

Fuck he sure could make a jutsu couldn't he?

But this was no time to be patting himself on the back. One arm wrapped around his stomach to keep his organs from jostling any while he healed, Daiki clawed his way to his knees and glared at the old man, baring his blood stained teeth at him, "Another…one of my jutsu old man?" he growled, "You sure you don't have them spinny red monkey balls?"

Hiruzen just laughed, "They're more one in the same those jutsu of yours, and well, I don't know about spinning and red, but I dare say I have quite the supply of monkey balls," he replied in amusement, "Though, I suppose it's only fair I show off one of my own jutsu in return eh Daiki-kun?"

Despite how soft, gentle and warm the smile that was on the older mans face was, it sent alarm bells ringing off in Daiki's head.

Especially when the Hokage made a single hand seal. With a single hand and breathed in deep, his chest expanding and flames spilling from between his lips, "Fire Style: Fire Dragon Missile!"

And then promptly exhaled and fired off a gargantuan serpentine flaming dragon that blocked out his vision of the old man with its sheer bulk and roared towards him.