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Kekora: You realise, you shouldn't have taken this out of the original story.
Author: What's done is done.
Kekora: You've made a mistake.
Author: maybe...
Kekora: We're so screwed.
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Chapter 5. Rasa, the 4th Kazekage: Battle of Kinja, Sand vs Leaf (Part 1)
-Border of the Wind and Rain. Warzone Location: Kinja Rising Karst / Serpents Rise-
"Kekora, get ready!" yelled a maroon coloured haired, man wearing a light brown, suna armour jacket kneeling behind a rock, hands firmly on the ground. Underneath the armor it he wore a very dark brown, long sleeve top with matching pants and suna's trademark headband on his left arm. His arms and hands were covered in seals as he went through hand signs at a rapid pace.
Right now he was kneeling before 400 metres of grey, flat surface rock and sand. A gap of curving, jagged and bending rock surface which separated more than a 5 thousand stone pillars behind him and a thick forest of tree located at the border of the wind country in front of him. "We have to hold our ground until reinforcements arrive!" he ordered in command to the thinner, nervous, dark red haired girl hiding atop one of the many 50m tall, stone pillars, a fair distance behind him. She to wore the suna jacket with a red, long sleeve shirt, brown pants and the head band around her red haired head. The two had sent a message back to the village minutes before the enemy attack their base camp deep in the woods at the border.
"Y-Yes Sir!" She shouted back uneasy and wide eyed focused on the deep bush and thick forest in front of her. She was hesitantly shaking and sweating rain in fear and uncertainty from the high rocks facing the green. It would have actually been a beautiful view of the forest if she had not just escape a massacre of a battle. They had been pushed back pretty far from the original frontline zone, with waves of ame, iwa and konoha shinobi attacks pushing to enter the land of wind at the border of the rain. The waves had been happening both in patience and unending barrages for the last 7 weeks without rest or possibility of ending. The enemy's actions had final worked.
Suna's frontline defensive divisions for the war had done well with only 40 shinobi to operate with, focusing on using traps, poisons, seals, genjutsu and single devastating area ninjutsu, instead of brute force and strength, to prevent enemies from truly entering the country. It was an impressive feat but was never going to last as Suna's force was slowly chipped away with each attack. There was no help or allies arriving from the village during that time to support the defence or supply the division with resources, food or weapons. They were on their last leg with only 2 shinobi left and an enemy force with 30 to 45 soldiers very well armed, well rested and now having a strong morale from forcing Suna back.
'This is bad! Even if help is on its way it will take at least another 30 minutes for them to arrive!' Kekora thought in fear and desperation still slightly shaking. 'Even with all the traps the commander been lying down they will probably only kill about 3 or 4 of them, maybe 7 max if we're lucky.' She continued peaking at the Defensive War Commander of Suna who had slammed his hands on the ground and quickly began forcing chakara and seals from his arms, into the flat surface of stone and sand. The enemy was good and were mostly like going to avoid the traps with ease as they had at the original base.
The red-haired girl name Kekora watched the commander in thought. 'Amazing. How's he able to uses such a number of jutsu, seals and traps with such a limited amount of chakara?' she questioned. 'Especially in his current condition. He only at about halve of his full power yet he remains so determined and calm. Is this what it means to be an Anbu General?' she questioned again astounded at her leaders abilities, rank, and, despite the situation, failure of losing the entire Defensive War division.
"Done." Muttered the Commander turning and hopping back to Kekora on the pillar standing before the open field of stone. "Ok, here's my plan." He started looking at her. "First, this will be our last stand." He said causing her to gulp at the fact. "This rocky area of pillars only goes for 40km before reaching the desert making it a prime base of operations to enter the desert at their leisure. We can't let them take it cause if they do, they can command a solid defense and counterattack using the plateaus and rock pillars against anyone trying to attack. So we have to hold them on the flatter surface of rock between the forest and the plateaus. There is a good chance we will lose but even if we are defeated here, we have to hold and eliminate a good number of them so that the reinforcements coming will be able to defeat them with ease and push forward unhindered." He summarized, emphasizing the importance of the land.
"I've placed traps all over this area and at the exits of the forest before they reach the pillars, so don't enter that zone. I want you to support me with long range attacks from above out of sight while I charge and keep them within the trap zone."
"W-What about the traps?" she questioned panicked.
"There not a problem. I can sense all them and will avoid them to the best of my ability." He said. "They'll be here in about 5 minutes. Prepare yourself." He finished peaking around the corner of the pillar at the forest from above, keeping his focus there.
Kekora frowned sadly in defeat.
This was it. The place she was most likely to die. She still had so much she wanted to do. She had wanted a family. Had wanted to be a great shinobi in Suna that would lead future generations. But now all she looked like was a 17 year old virgin going to die pitifully against greater numbers.
"Don't think about failure." The Commander said not taking his eyes of the forest, making the girl look at him again. "You're a Chunin Expert, bordering a jonin. You have more than enough ability to take most fighters with ease. So don't worry, you're worth alot. Focus on only victory."
"C-Commander..." she said slightly shocked and yet secretly happy at the comfort he provided.
"I don't plan on dying. So you shouldn't too." He said sternly in a strange face. "I can't die..."
She looked at him seeing the familiar face of focus and un-moving thought.
She sighed as thin sheet of ice in her mind formed from her impending doom, shattered at the absurd fact. '...how? right now? Of all times can he only focus on that!...wife complex idiot?'
She sweated a little. Not because of how scary he looked but for the reason that he was so focused. She knew the reasons much like the rest of division did before being destroyed. It was practically a joke to all them regarding the personality of their powerful, mighty commander. But it did serve as a means of knowing that he was still human, although a strange one.
A single tear formed in the man's eye.
'I can't die. Not until I reunite with...My Kaura!' he thought picturing the stunning wife he had left to fight in the war for. Although bothwere shinobi, due to his skills it had been decide that he would take the role as commander of defensive operations on the frontlines while she remain in the village to guard it. 'She has to be part of the enforcements coming. As if I'm going to die when my love is on her way to see me.' He convinced himself think only about the moment he would be reunited with his wife.
"Commander Rasa, you're crying pointlessly again." Kekora pointed out deadpanning and shaking her head at the love struck fool next to her. It was times like this will she questioned the mental stability of her commander. And yet people thought he should lead them anyway.
The man paused, thinking about what Kekora said. The Gold Dust user shook his head to disagree with the women."I thought I told that this is a natural reaction to the sickness I have. It cannot be stop." He replied.
Kekora continued to stare straight-faced at the man. "What's the name of the sickness?"
"Love."
"Why don't you listen to your own words and focus on the job!" she yelled not caring in the least of the fast approaching enemies.
Rasa frowned at the girl. "Girl you need to calm down and focus on surviving." He said thoughtfully as if his earlier actions never existed. "Or more so, the future. That's all I've ever thought about." He said thinking about exactly that.
'And that is why you're not scared now. You're thinking so far into the future you're not even thinking about the enemy, dumbass.' She thought to herself having never gotten use to the one trait about the man that was just weird. 'Maybe if you didn't think so much about the future, I and everyone wouldn't have know you're going to name your first son Kankuro and your first daughter Temari.' The dark red head thought to herself again remember the man's words at the camp fires. She then thought of something else. Something that she had never thought of bringing up, strangely enough.
Since there was a good chance she was going to die, she figured she'd ask anyway. "Then...was becoming Kazekage something you always thought about to?" She asked knowing about the fact. He was too strong not to be name Kazekage and it would probably be best that the student of the greatest Suna shinoib ever, the 3rd Kazekage, were to be named the next.
Rasa shook his head. "No, but we still don't know if I am going to become Kazekage." He answered not really wanting the position as it wasn't something he had wanted for the future or even valued. Yes he had considered the worth of the role but it was never something he aimed for. He wasn't prepared, and measuring and being ready for something was what he wanted most for anything. "There are others that could do it. There still is Sasori or Chiyo." He answered thinking of the strongest sand shinobi he could think of.
Kekora thought about it and had to disagree. "Sasori's been gone for months. People don't think he's coming back." She answered knowing about the Leader of the Puppet brigade's disappearance and how most at this point considered him either dead or a missing-nin. Even with rumored talk off him fighting in the war. "As for Chiyo, I don't think she wants that type of power. If she wanted to become the Kazaekage she would've been the 3rd when she had the chance."
Rasa couldn't help but agree, Chiyo wasn't the type to want to lead the Sand. She was more the type to work in the backgrounds, despite now being an elder that influenced the inner and outer workings.
The 3rd Kazekage's student smiled. "Maybe my wife Kaura could do it?" he pointed, thinking she would make a good Kazekage, in his mind. Kaura was one of the most well known in the village much like her husband and would actively operate with much of its workings and activities. That and she could use the bloodlineless, sand manipulation or sand control art of the sand village that was introduced by the one-tails first jinjchuriki.
How she had gain that power however had its effect on Kekora's answer. "No, not with all the experiments she been in." She noted thinking about the women agreement to go through with the human weapon experiments.
Rasa frowned becoming somber and angry at Kekora's thought. "That doesn't mean anything! She perfectly fine the way she is!" He answered in soft anger. He loved Kaura with everything he had and wouldn't care if she was a freak, a killer, or monster. His love for her was great but like many men it was his greatest weakness.
Kekora nodded agreeing with the man knowing the women quite well. She didn't hold any resentment to the women for what she did and went through, if anything admiring her bravery. However, it had caused an uproar from the both the shinobi and civilian population of the village. "Anyone else you think is cable of being Kazekage?" She continued not at all finding it strange that this was probably going to be her last conversation.
Although his senses were completely focused on the forest, Rasa did think about the question. "What about her brother?" He answered having known the man quite well being that he was his step-brother. Yashamaru was a great puppet master in Suna being able to control more than just puppets and was also recognised for his advanced skill in wind style. He was so skilled in fact that some even said he was on the same level as Sasori. But there were traits about him that made Rasa think otherwise. Curious, he wondered if Kekora thought the same.
"Maybe. He is a good, friendly person with alot of skill. But I don't think he has enough...um..sovereignty, I think?" She said unsure of how to describe him. "He's strong but doesn't like making the big decisions." Kekora answered knowing that although skilled Yashamaru did have some confidence and independence issues.
Rasa continue thinking of some the other recognisable shinobi in the sand. "Baki then?" he answered.
"You're not even being serious now." The girl noted in a poker face.
Rasa smiled at the girls humour. People would always say he smiled too much at nothing but he didn't really care for such words.
Looking at the girl before him, he knew in a few more years she would become an Anbu, in 10 years she could easily take the position of Kazekage. Hell she was trained in one of the three forbidden arts of wind style that the 1st Kazekage could use. Her mastery in the art in particular was so similar to a bloodline that she could maybe even start her own clan in village. The council had not organised or forced anything on her yet feeling that spoiling her would damage her growth, worth and loyalty to the Suna. It wasn't a hard life for her but the sand wasn't going to make it easy either just because she was special. She had more potential and worth than many others in the sand and her future was bright. She had already proven herself to him as a shinobi and would be needed in the future of Suna.
But she was still young and fearful of what the world held. She was friendly yet doubtful in her ability which would deteriorate her emotions and actions in the field. It was uncommon for one her age but she still had time to grow and develop herself. Forcing her to mature and become something better wasn't something Rasa wanted though. He could understand it and such a thing seemed, cruel to him.
But continuing his thought about her youth he could compare it to his feelings about the 3rd shinobi war. It was becoming more and more fierce over the last week and he wasn't sure what was causing it. He had thought that it was going to end soon, yet the mere thought of it ending brought him uncertainty and danger.
Looking at the girl to give her an answer, he began to think she was right. Maybe he did think too much about the beneficial future and not enough on the current present. "Really, I think he-"(Play Hegemony of the food chain, if you want) Rasa stopped his words, thoughts and quickly turned to the forest. Kekora's eyes widened and stared at the man as he stared it it in focus, squinting. Time for talk and humor was over. "Find a good, hidden position and try not to hit me with your jutsu. I'm going with the "mirage ahead, sand beneath" tactic. " He said briefly before hoping and bouncing down and across the field of elevated, grey curved stone without looking back. He quickly disappeared from the girls view.
Just as quickly as he started to descend, Kekora jumped in the opposite direction on to the stone pillar behind her. Quickly jumping from pillar to pillar, she searched for the highest one to position herself on. Finding it she quickly ran around, behind and up the side of the pillar, remaining its shadow, hidden from the view of the forest. Stopping a few metres from the top she ran around, out onto the front, to finding a rather flat extension on the pillar with plenty of room to position herself. She laid down flat on her stomach quickly going through some hand signs all the while watching the forest across the bumpy, rocky, basically flat surface of grey, open area.
SSSHHHHH! SHHHHH! SHHHHH...
More than 30 shinobi leaped through the bushes out on to the open stone land, one after the other, repeating the sound of brushing moments of leaves and grass. As each single leaf from the trees burst through with the group, they quickly advanced moving across the field, spread out wide with little room for enemies to enter.
The group of shinobi were moving in a horizontal formation that would allow them to move across the wider area, quickly surround enemies, lower their losses and allow certain members to move forward without having to fight. All of them were frowning and glaring in watch for the fight to come. They all wore the same jackets coloured in green. They were Konoha, Hidden Leaf, shinobi from the land of fire.
After the yellow flashes massacre of the hidden stone at the kannabi bridge in the land of grass where the hidden grass village resided, Konoha had quickly taken the war by storm. Their morale was high, and they well on their way to wining.
The group was quite far from Rasa, so much so that from their position he would have appeared to be no more than a centimetre tall. But just as he could, they could see him very easily. "I see the enemy!" Shouted one, spotting Rasa whom had stop advancing through the outcrop at the dead centre of the entrapped battle field to come.
All the Konoha shinobi ran faster hearing the call, targeting the single sand shinobi before quickly drawing kunai, senbon and shuriken into their hands. They fought hard to get past the sand shinobi that held them up back at their camp on the border. They continued to the land of wind as their stronger shinobi stayed to finish the enemy that protected there escaping comrades. Without even communicating to each other, they threw their weapons in a spray of metal with no hesitation.
Rasa the commander of Suna's defence, of Anbu General rank and the student to the 3rd Kazekage didn't move or flinch at the actions of the enemy staring intently at the metal rain. Even if the Konoha shinobi had been able to see him completely, they would not have been able to see him draw his Kunai. With one kunai in each hand that seem to appear from nothing, pointed at the enemy, he stood fast his arms wide welcoming the attack with a spiked hug.
As rains of metal fell and shadowed atop the man, he quickly and effectively blocked and deflected the weapons in sparks with his own. As he did so, he gracefully dodged, ducked and sidestep many others as if the weapons were barely trying to kill him. All the while he moved his body from harm's way, the weapons that missed stabbed and pierced the ground, showing just how sharp and well made the craftsmanship of Konoha was. The attack lasted only a few seconds and didn't come close to hitting Rasa.
One women with long brown hair smiled seeing him and his skill, noting so. She was at the front of the group and she was going to be the one to attack first. Drawing another kunai, she sprinting ahead only putting a smaller distance between herself and her comrades. "He's mi-AHH..." Her declaration and scream was quickly silenced as she ran and fell right into a pit of sand, disguised as rock. The sand quickly engulfed her body as she disappeared under the surface of shifting sand that laid to rest hastily. Just as quickly as she sunk, the shinobi that were closest to her darted away to the side wide eyed in fear trying to avoid the trap. She was buried deeper and quicker than thought possible. She wasn't coming back up.
"Earth style: quicksand masquerade." Rasa noted lightly unheard to the Konoha shinobi approaching. Some more would soon walk right on to the quicksand that had perfectly dyed itself to look like to stone that surrounded it. 'Nice reaction, but there are many more to come.' Rasa thought as he had laid down so many different traps in so many different ways that it was going to be difficult for the shinobi before him. The traps he had made now looked like any other piece of rock around the area and the traps would trigger even if the shinobi didn't step on them. And to top this it was only the first layer.
"Be careful! There are trap on the—BANG" the one shinobi's words that had tried to warn his comrades of the dangers was silenced much like the women's. However this time, the speaking shinobi was not the one to die. It was instead due to the massive explosion that detonated at the back of the formation, closer to the tree line.
"AAHHRRCCKKK.." Screamed two, scorched, unfortunate shinobi to trip the explosion as a bright, small dome of light rose. It blinded and blasted the closest shinobi and solid ground beneath into the air. Bodies went everywhere as smoke, shrapnel and fire (that wasn't going to last) started expanded everywhere. Although startled the explosion and after-wave did little to stop the group's formation and movement through the field. Those that were sent into the air re-positioned and landed with little damage, and the shrapnel although dangerous didn't stop anything.
"Sealing art: Landmine." Rasa was particular good with seals and had learnt how to use them appropriately on the battlefield. And although the landmine seal was common to use, it was still very effective. 'That's 2 more. Wait, no.' He though having already returned to his welcoming stance, pointing his Kunai at the enemy with as if going to give hug. He could see the burnt, in pieces body parts of the shinobi that had stepped on the mine but with the other instead was a burnt, in pieces log. 'A substitution. Probabley back into the forest.' He thought thinking it was the only place one would be able to substitute with a log to on the empty field.
Looking back at the group he watched another of his traps trigger only seconds after the explosion. Despite the fact that few of the shinobi saw the trap trigger, it had moved so fast that none of them could even react to help their comrade. Shooting from the ground almost 6 metres away from its prey, a long sandy tongue launched into the air at one of konoha shinobi and enveloped his entire upper body in a folding sand. With the prey unable to scream it then pulled back into the hole in which came with a whipping motion. What made the jutsu even more freighting was the fact the hole the tongue had emerged from was too small to fit a human. In spray of blood, the tongue forced itself and prey into the hole staining the stone red.
"Earth style: Insect catcher." Rasa had mastered 3 elements in his life time and his earth style was his prime of the three. All of the jutsu based traps he had use on the outcrop of stone was earth style, practically making the land itself his to feed in burial.
"You Bastard!" Shouted a man with his headband covering his left eye and his left sleeve tore completely off. He had stopped as the rest of the group continued running at Rasa. "Try this!" he continued shouting, going through some hand signs. "Fire style: Great Fireball jutsu." He claimed as a 3 metre wide ball of fire was blasted pass his comrades and at the lone Sand shinobi.
Rasa didn't react to the second range attack to come at him, if anything he was disappointed. 'As if some halve ass flames like that that could hit me.' His kunai in his left hand glowed and growled in chakara as the ball of fire spun towards him. In one quick motion he swung up and out with his left hand just as the attack reached its target. In an invisible line, the fire ball divided into two before being blown back and out with the swing like the fire of a candle. The sand shinobi didn't even use elemental composed chakara to break the attack. It was just chakara enforced like that of the samurai.
The man gritted in anger at the failure much like his comrades that continued to run ahead trying to close the distance between themselves and their enemy. 'You Suna scum. Standing there mocking uuus...?' The man's thought slowed in distress as a group of 3 shinobi only few metres away from himself disappeared from his sight. A massive, oval shape, scaled mouth of sand rose around the 3, looking like the snout of animal. It closed shut on them, blinding the fire style user of them and the enemy. It didn't occur fast but its size, silence and ease to break through the stone ground below was freighting.
Rasa didn't care as the mouth sunk back under the earth leaving behind a ring of cracked rock around a deep pit of grey, coarse sand. "Earth style: Swallowing whole jutsu." Rasa thought knowing that although the technique had taken out 3 at once, it didn't change the balance of the fight. Even now, a second wave of metal had been thrown at him from several different directions and times. The traps hadn't stopped or slowed the momentum the Konoha shinobi trying to kill the man. His senses were at his peck hearing the whistle of the weapons cutting the wind, telling him the direction to look and react to. Just as quickly and easily as before, Rasa blocked, deflected and weaved away from the attacks barely moving from his spot as spark flew around him.
Before the man who had launched the fireball could react or realize what was happening, all around him trap upon trap that was forced in to the ground, erupted in explosions of fire, dust and earth.
BANG.. BANG.. BANG.. BANG...BANG
"AAACCCHHHH", "AAKKCKKH"
"MOVE!", "GET DOWN!", "GET HIMM!"
Rasa glared patient, he hadn't moved and the Konoha shinobi hadn't come near close enough to touch him, let alone kill him. The earlier traps had easily caught their prey and were now trying their best again. But now that the rest of the prey had seen what they could do; they could anticipate the traps accordingly. They blurred in and out of view dodging and countering the traps across the field trying to survive. Small domes of light rose around the shinobi barely being avoided as the Konoha shinobi shunshined at high speeds to escape. Tongues of sand stretching for food were dodged or fooled by rocks and logs. Mouths of sand and rock that erupted from the ground trying to swallow the enemy were quickly spotted then destroyed by flying paper bombs.
The one eyed man didn't move seeing the dance of action surrounding him, safe from any major harm where he was. He gritted his teeth in anger and hate unable to see the enemy, unable to help his comrades with skills and being unsure and uncertain of how to act. Gust of wind blew and bright lights shined around him stopping his senses from seeing everything around him.
Scarcely, within his sight two of his fellow shinobi were only metres from one another, neither facing each other or even in the direction of the enemy. They were focused on the mayhem around, trying their best to react at speeds that would keep them alive. Then one of them who had his back to the enemy died as a massive hole appears from his stomach. In a splash of compressed red, his blood and organs smeared in a somewhat neat, small circle in front him that for a second imploded the ground beneath it.
The blooded man collapsed on his stomachless body motionless as the closest Konoha shinobi turned widen eyed wondering what the hell happened. Said comrade turned and darted his head in any direction the traps were going off, trying to understand where it had come from. He didn't see where it came from but the one eyed man did as he briefly saw the shine of what looked like two invisible spheres of air soaring towards its victim. The shine didn't last a 5th of a second and disappear from the man's view quickly. They minced one of the poor man's arms and leg from the elbow and knee in an invisible snap. Just as before, what was once a part of the victim splashed in a cutting circle that imploded the ground in a semicircle of flesh and dirt. Another victim fell to the ground, bleeding heavily and mostly likely going to die from blood loss in 10 minutes or less.
From atop the cliff of a pillar almost 400 metres away, Kekora frowned with her work still lying on her stomach. Her right hand was extended at the direction of battle and her palm was open in the shape of half a triangle, splitting only her thumb from her grouped fingers. 'Guess immobilizing them is just as good a killing them at this point.' She thought not wanting to waste chakara on a dying man. "Forbidden Wind release. Void style: Sniper Spheroid." She extended her left hand towards her open palm, seemingly grabbing nothing in between her thumb and fingers. Then she pulled back as if using a bow and arrow, aiming and searching for her next target. 'This is going better than I thought. I still have to be careful not to hit Rasa though. Gods only know what would happen if I did. ' She thought as she release her hand around the sphere of chakara, air and nothing, firing another attack.
The one eyed man had no idea what had happened and would not find out that the attack was not a blast of air. He knew they were projectiles at least as his eyes darted around. 'Darn it. Where are-AAH...'. "HHHAAAHAARRR!" he screamed losing his entire right arm as it detached itself in a silent, slicing force of speed that blasted the man spinning into the air from the impact. This was nothing like the earlier attack, spraying his blood in all directions and sending everything from his right shoulder down away. From the projection of the attack a small line that sliced through one of the explosions lead to the extended hand of a glaring, calm Rasa. The spray of blood went flying unnoticed by the shinobi fighting for their lives. This attack was still not composed of wind element chakara.
'I don't know if you figure out standing there would keep you alive but doing so made you an easy target.' the gold dust user thought doing nothing but standing on the spot surrounded by weapons that had either missed him or been deflected by him. He was calm and in control of the fight with no cuts or signs of damage on his amour or clothing. Although the enemy had stopped their focus on him momentarily, Rasa's first layer of traps had done their job and were now starting to slow.
But that was not what was concerning him. 'What's going on? These aren't the shinobi that raided our camp. They're not as sharp or fast as the ones to attack us before.' He noted, seeing the level differences quite well as he witness another Konoha shinobi scream, sink and disappear into the hidden sand below. 'Are these the same shinobi? They can't be! Konoha shinobi never send in the weakest first.' He continued knowing well the system and pride of the will of fire to protect the weaker first. And yet these shinobi were no stronger than genin or chunin.
It was common knowledge across the elemental nations that Leaf shinobi sent in their strongest first, whether they were attacking or retreating it didn't matter. It was this knowledge of Konoha that Rasa was so confused noting the man to die by burial to be the 21st shinobi in the group to die. They were down to less than half already, it was too easy and not what he had prepared for.
With a burst of dust from a cloud on the ground, another Konoha shinobi wearing the same green as the rest and with a katanna on his back dashed through, his feet not even touching the ground. Quickly he hit and skidded out across the stone to Rasa's left side, dragging a line of dirt and carrying the meanest glare. He slide side-on facing Rasa, circling him on the slide going some distance before stopping. Without missing a beat, he burst from the spot cracking the ground as he almost looked to be gliding across field.
'Heartless dick. How dare you kill my friends in such a way!' The man though, his left hand quickly going for the blade on his back but not moving near fast enough. To Rasa he was moving slowly as he glided across the field glaring and slowly reaching for the blade however not letting a bit of his body touch the ground.
"Leaf style kenjutsu: outstr -VARRR!" The man's fingers had only just touched the blade as a massive, scaled claw of grey sand with large curved nails, blasted from the ground and grab the airborne man who was helpless stop it. He was only 15 metres away from Rasa, gritting his teeth, blood trickling down his lip and trying his best to push the earth around him off. Rasa's hands were together in a hand sign staring back at his foe with little worry as his kunai stood imbedded into the ground infront of him.
"Earth style: Scaled claw." Rasa muttered, admiring his creations work. An arm of scaled sand, that looked like that of the front arm of lizard, gripped the enemy 9 metres of the ground as small grains of sand softly sprinkled down in a haze grey dust. Do not be confused though, although it was constructed with sand it was not the sand manipulation jutsu that Rasa had learnt, it was just a B-rank earth style jutsu. Rasa was being careful with the amount of chakara he used and how he used it, even making sure not to use his gold dust as it used to much chakara.
'What's up this clawed thing?' The captured man thought. Rasa hands stayed together focusing on moving the construct with nothing but the one handsign in place. He didn't need to do much, thankfully, as the sharp, curved nail of the thumb slowly positioned itself over the trapped man's chest. His eyes widened and he sweated. "W-w-wait, I surr-" the curved nail pushed down with the thumb piercing through the man.
"Sorry, I can't hesitate here." Rasa said already knowing that man was dead before he started speaking. He wasn't even looking at him seeing that his comrades had liberated themselves from traps as they slowly ran towards their target. There was no more than five left as they moved to continue.
Rasa started at the foes thinking about his next move. "Hmm, Kekora will probably only attack if she certain she won't get caught in the act." He said out loud without concern. " 'sigh', this going to use alot of chakara, but it will be worth it to be done for this part." He said aloud again, his hands went in to a burr of signs straight from original position. "Sand clone Jutsu." He said as 2 sand bodies started to form.
One of the konoha shinobi saw this and acted. "Oh no you don't." He said throwing a barrage of shruiken at the enemy. Rasa didn't move as a clone standing in front of him grab both kunai from the ground and effectively deflected the attack. "Damn it!" the man shouted as his comrades all frowned at the development. One sand clone in front of Rasa ready to defend and one on his left side quickly going through signs at the same speed as the copy next to it.
"Sand Manipulation: Sand structure." The clone said pointing his right palm and hand up at the scaled arm and claw. The construct shook as it was pulled and torn from shoulder of earth below, leaving a stream of sand hanging from the upper joint. It was an entire arm reaching 15 metres in length as it floated in the air. The clone practically froze the thick shape of the claw, taking advantage of the fact it was made of sand.
"What kind of elemental Ninjutsu is that?" Asked one of konoha shinobi to his comrades.
The Rasa's hands came to the position of a triangle, pointed at the arm and within its field of vision. "Magnetic style: 3-method levitation." His right hand shot up as his left remained in place.
"First Action: Float." Faster that it should have been possible the massive arm construct flew much higher into the air and above the enemy. The konoha shinobi were a second late to stop for the moving earth as Rasa had already started again, his hands going pass each in a quick movement. His left hand up and right hand down.
"Second Action: Revolve." The clawed hand, still holding its victim, went to ground as the torn shoulder went up into the air before reversing roles and repeating, as the arm spun in the air. By the time the konoha shinobi payed attention, the arm was already spinning fast into disk of grey earth, causing them to panic. Rasa left hand came down on the back of his right hand like pushing on a flat surface.
"Third Action: Descend." The spinning arm plummeted to the enemy below with great speed as they tried to react to escape. " SCATT-"
BBBAANNG
The clenched, clawed hand slammed into the ground with the momentum of meteorite, smashing into the group of enemies, turning the ground under the punch to sand. Cracking and blasting the surface of the surrounding rock that was not directly under the attack. A giant plume of sand and dust rose from the deeper crater of the attack. Rasa wasn't sure who had survived but there was no doubt none of the Konoha shinobi had escaped. They weren't the force he was expecting and they had lost all their strength to the first layer of active traps.
Kekora smiled from atop the pillar. 'He got them!' She thought astounded by her commander's ability. He had taken down over 20 invading enemies with only half of his full strength and with only her help. Saying that it was a miracle wasn't giving the experienced man enough credit. He had acted cautiously and decisively to eliminate the enemy with little effort, simple tactics and little chakara used. In order to do so much with so little chakara proved that the level of chakara control he used was beyond what many would think possible. Although looking at the man it was clear from his staggering body that the stress of doing such in such a small period of time was taking its toll. 'Come on Commander Rasa. Kaura is waiting for you and you're the 3rd Kazekage's student. You can do it, fake them, fool them.' She continued remembering the tactic in place.
Panting, Rasa looked beside himself seeing that the clone that had used the sand manipulation was falling apart into loose sand. Not at all concerned by it he went through hands signs again as a silent echo of chakara pulsed to the second and final layer of traps activating them. He stumbled on the spot before collapsed to his knees, the clone in front of himself didn't falter or look away from the direction of the enemy. 'I'm in deep now. This jutsu won't last in the future attack.' He thought slowly losing conscious but still remaining awake. 'Every second counts. I need to draw their attention here on me and only me.' Both Rasas thought seeing a single man walk out from the lowering dust cloud. "And then there was one." He said in a tired and panting voice.
The final enemy was quite large and built being at least 6.3ft tall with thick clothing. He wore a black armour suit under his green vest as grey metal plates could be seen on different parts of the black. His hair was spiky and long for a man reaching just below the back of his neck. He was panting and clearly as tired as Rasa.
He slowly took steps forward towards his enemy never looking away. Then with a bang a tongue of sand blast from its hiding place to grab and pull the large man to his end. He responded in such creating a strange hands sign to Rasa as the sand touched his skin. "Partial Expansion Jutsu!" The man cried under the sand that enveloped him as his left hand arm expanded and tore the sand tongue apart with ease leaving them man standing unharmed and glaring at his enemy.
Rasa copied his response. 'This one's different, an akimichi if I'm not mistaken.' He thought having heard about the giants that lived in the leaf and who could very easily crush, tear and destroy their enemies as well as their homes. "Terrifying, mountainous, giants of brute strength", Rasa believed was the words that the honoured grandfather, Ebizo used to describe them accurately. While the expansion was as big as the clawed arm Rasa had used to stop the swordsmen, it didn't quiet compare to the real scaled claw or what it had been designed to hold down. There was nothing to fear.
The massive man's arm shrunk back to its original size as he glared at Rasa, before he smirked in confidence. Rasa frowned unsure of what was so amusing before then gritting his teeth at what happen next. The rest of the konoha shinobi arrived storming from the woodland out onto damage field of stone with more ferocity and energy than that of the last group. 'Great, the elite and worthy have arrived.'
Kekora eyes widen and she sweating seeing them coming to fight and finish what their comrades could not. "This is bad..but I've got to be brave."
"I don't know about that." Spoke an authoritive, feminine voice from behind Kekora as the thin, red head could swear she could see the white in her own eye erupt in fear that someone had gotten behind her. She bounced to feet faster than she had ever done before to look at the women that had arrived. Looking at her, the women's eyes were pure white as if she was blind as bangs of her black hair hung from the sides of her face. The rest of her hair was short compare to the front that poorly hid a distinctive feature on her face. A pink scar that went vertical down her left cheek and down to her neck made her look more dangerous than Kekora had thought possible. With the green jacket over a white long sleeve top, a konoha headband on her head and black pants with a single white line going down the sides, her image was complete.
"Round 1 only just finished girl. And I assure you that the round to come will much more interesting." She said smirking as the shinobi she lead ran at Rasa without hesitation. "I suppose an introduction is needed. I am Hatsu Hyuga, make sure you watch me carefully as I have done with you. I'm your opponent for the next round so try your best..." Hatsu the elite jonin spoke with confidence and control. "...because I'm not the merciful, kind type you usually see in our ever so happy world."
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I should have already uploaded this but I haven't. I would make a pretty bad father if I can't even upload a story I've had for months now.
Remember...ALL OF THIS IS CANON to my other naruto world based story.
Kekora and Hatsu are OC and Rasa is Garaa's father whom everyone hates childishly.
The next chapter shouldn't take long.
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