Tailed beasts, chakra monsters whose powers were differentiated by the number of tails that they possessed. The One Tail, Two Tail, Three Tail, all the way up to the Ninth, and all were capable of producing an attack like none other.
Tailed-Beast Ball.
A copious observable amount of chakra condensed into a devastating projectile sphere. It explodes on contact, releasing the stored energy within.
It was unimaginably powerful, able to destroy whole villages in one or two blasts. Yet once again, only tailed beast could possibly release such an attack. So how had a human been able to fire it? The answer could only be one: A Jinchūriki, the vessels that contained the mighty tailed beasts.
That answer was readily apparent to Hideki Uzuamki.
He slowly pushed himself off the ground. His head hurt, his vision still shaking from the after shock of the explosion. Smoke was rising into the clouds, heavy stones falling from broken walls that upturned dust as they impacted against the ground.
The walls of Uzu had been breached, the western gate torn through by the subsequent blasts. The statue of Lady Sakuya glowed weakly, before it too crumbled to the ground in the sudden silence of the dust filled battlefield.
Lady Sakuya. Hideki clenched his fists at the loss of Lady Sakuya's greatest contribution to Uzu.
Still, he had other matters to concern himself with. What of the Jinchūriki?
He swallowed as he watched the enemy side reactivate the suppressants binding the bound Jinchūriki before dragging him away from the battlefield. He could agree with the decision as Jinchūriki were too valuable to lose regardless of the outcome of the battle. It followed the simple doctrine of securing one's own weapons, but the manor in which it was done greatly irritated him. After all, his grand-daughter was the new Jinchūriki of the Nine-tails.
"Defend!" He called out, watching as the enemy began to stir. "Tsubasa, gather your ANBU and set up a barricade. We can not allow them entry towards our civilians and families! And Sakumo-" his eyes swept to the weary eyed shinobi, Konoha's White Fang, "-aid them."
Sakumo nodded as he checked his gear before body flickering away with Tsubasa and a group of ANBU.
Left alone, Hideki closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. The barricade should be enough to halt the enemy's charge, but it was in no way comparable to Lady Sakuya's great barrier seal. One tailed-beast-ball was all it would take to completely eradicate it.
He couldn't let that happen.
He clasped his hands together, and his finger tips lit up in a pale blue light. The sealing arts required a medium to be utilized to channel chakra through, like how wires were needed to direct electricity for specific functions. However, the effect varied on the consistency of the medium and its tendency to change based on the environment, meaning two outcomes: One long lasting, and the other fleeting.
Paper was permanent.
Air was temporary.
Material was important. It was why most Uzumaki carried blank paper scrolls. But for seal masters like himself, everything in the world around him was viable.
Then enemy side continued to charge, even as he body flickered to appear at the front of the breach.
Do not underestimate me.
His hands began to move, the chakra maintaining form in the air as he used it to draw circles and symbols. Sealing was the art of storing, and storing presented a means to revolutionize the way the workings of the shinobi world. On this day, he would show once again just why it is Uzu has remained strong throughout the calamities of the world wars.
For my duty.
He felt a large dip in his chakra reserves, but he knew it was the outcome of maintaining such a complex chakra seal array out of the air, a medium composed of multiple unseen kinetic components. He coughed out blood, his old age and tiring body beginning to effect him.
Yet it was time.
For those who have bled in my name.
The chakra on his finger tips dimmed before dying out completely, a seal as large as he was tall standing before him.
Now more than ever, the approaching army took notice of him, but it was too late.
I will never buckle under the weight of their trust. I am the Uzukage!
"Seal: Migration of heavenly birds!"
Two eagles flew to the sky on large pinioned wings. The art of storing and releasing. Intent and chakra was stored within both birds, the release of their energy upon completion of their task.
The two-soared high before dropping down, their bodies enlarging with the altitude of their descent to the ground.
Feathers ruffling in the wind, a caw resounded throughout the battlefield as the chakra birds phased through the attacks sent towards them by the enemy. Nothing could stop this attack. They were like the air itself, maneuvering past all obstacles until one swallowed up the bound Jinchūriki, and flew far away until the chakra that maintained its form disappeared. The other eagle did much the same, but instead kidnapped the enemy commander on the other side, sealing him within its beak and flying off.
The charge of the enemy halted, fully comprehending what had just happened. It was obvious. Before the battle had even begun, Hideki had already rendered both the enemies trump card and commander out of commission.
Breathing heavily, Hideki cursed as he fell to the ground in a state of chakra exhaustion, the activation of the great barrier and the migration of heavenly birds taking its toll on his body.
Sakumo watched as Tsubasa and the ANBU took out blank scrolls from their shinobi packs and furiously began to inscribe seals within them.
A barricade?
He didn't quite know just how effective it would be, but if it required this many Uzuamki just to create the seal, he had no doubts it would be effective.
He turned his back on the Uzumaki to watch the approaching enemy. He had been tasked by Hideki to protect Tsubasa and the ANBU until they were able to complete the barricade, and that was what he was going to do.
Still, his eyes widened as the enemy began to pour in past Uzu's eastern gate. What had happened to Hideki?
"They're coming!" He called.
Tsubasa's eyes widened. "Shit," she swore as she glanced down at her unfinished seals. She pursed her lips before finally coming to a decision through eye contact with Sakumo. "We have to hold them off long enough for the others to finish off these seals."
"It won't be easy," Sakumo spoke. His eyes calculated the number of enemies, and quickly came to a simple conclusion. "There's a high possibility that we'll die."
Tsubasa nodded grimly. "I know it is improper of me to depend on the aid of a foreign shinobi diplomat, and even worse for Uzu should you die, but," Tsubasa clenched her fists, recalling the deaths of her clansmen. "Will you lend us your aid, Sakumo Hatake?"
She stood up before taking off her ANBU mask, revealing a slender and narrow pale face with stunning deep violet eyes. "I ask this not as the ANBU commader," her hair dropped down past her back, the tie holding up her pony tail having snapped off long ago. Her thin lips trembled as she made her request. "But as Tsubasa Uzumaki, a proud woman of the Village hidden in the Whirlpools."
Such fire. For a moment, Sakumo was stunned speechless. This woman, had put aside her pride, and dignity to even lower herself to request the aid of a foreign shinobi. There was no doubt that he would follow the order of the Uzukage, but to risk his life for it? The circumstances were quite heavy. Yet still this woman had asked for the sake of her village, something he could truly relate too.
He didn't know what Konoha would do if he died on this day. Who would they blame in the case of such a blatant attack on Uzu, Konoha's ally? The answer was obvious. They could blame no one but the other great villages. Who else would have the power, and the motivation to completely wipe out one of Konoha's longest allies. Cloud and Water would be the first to fall under suspicion, but he was sure some in Konoha's council would push the blame onto Rock as well due to their animosity towards each other. He grimaced, this entire incident just may be the start of the entire Third War as Konoha would never let this provocation slide. Not even Hiruzen would forgive such an offense. When Konoha needed aid, Uzu was there. Therefore, if Uzu were destroyed it would only be in retribution that Konoha must act on Uzu's behalf.
The answer was clear to him.
He drew his White Light Chakra Sabre and holding it across his chest, nodded his head in agreement. "I have heard your conviction and will respond to it with my acceptance. Sakumo Hatake, Konoha's White Fang is at your service."
Once again, he was stunned speechless as he was enraptured in the smile that bloomed across Tsubasa's face. It was beautiful in that it was truly heart felt.
"Thank you," she spoke earnestly, her head bowed low in respect. "Y-You don't know how much this means to me. I'll never forget this debt."
"Then that simply means we must live through this." Sakumo coughed into his hands to stop himself from staring at Tsubasa and focus on the mission at hand. "If we are to hold them off, we can't allow ourselves to be separated. I'll watch your back-"
"-And I'll watch yours," Tsubasa spoke with determination.
Sakumo nodded. It wasn't going to be easy, but if he only had to pay attention to the enemies in front of him, perhaps it could be done with his level of skill. As for Tsubasa, she was the ANBU commander of Uzu, he had no doubts of her adequacy.
"Do you see their left flank?" He asked.
Tsubasa nodded.
"It's composed of their stronger shinobi."
Tsubasa raised a brow. "How can you tell without any discerning features? They have no flak jackets, nor gear to distinguish them from."
"When your Uzukage released those birds," Sakumo began as both he and Tsubasa began to move in-route to the enemy. "The left flank was the side that released the strongest Jutsu while the center and right flank relied on explosive seals. This speaks of their experience levels."
Not only that, but it had also allowed Sakumo to see who had been in charge of the army, the ring leaders in this whole mess. They organized themselves into distinct squads each led by an experience troop officer, probably Jounin level. To disrupt the enemy, they would to strike at those leaders quickly and efficiently.
"I see," Tsubasa contemplated what she was told. "Then you wish to cripple the enemy side by removing their strongest assets from play? Wait," her eyes widened. "Not only that, but you'd decrease the morale of the enemy troop."
Rather than answering Tsubasa's observations, he only had one question to ask her. "Can you handle it?"
Tsubasa remained silent for a moment, before undoing her forearm protectors and tossing them away. The mass sealing array on both of her arms activated, releasing a rampant amount of chakra sealed within. "I can handle it," she spoke with certainty her canine's extending, and voice deepening as her body began to absorb the chakra emanating from her arms.
"What is that?" Sakumo couldn't help asking.
Tsubasa didn't answer for a moment before speaking out softly. "I was born with an excessive amount of unique chakra that was more akin to the chakra possessed by summons in their home world."
It was then that Sakumo smelled it, the scent of an Alpha. "Dog summons?"
"Wolf," Tsubasa spoke curtly, recalling some unpleasant memories. "I don't want to talk much about it." Her finger nails were extending into sharp claws, her muscles tensing beneath her skin. "Truth be told, I'd rather not resort to this, makes me feel less human." And more like a monster.
Sakumo would have asked more, had it not been for the approaching enemies before him.
He drew his chakra saber and watched as the enemy visibly recoiled in his presence. He supposed his reputation proceeded him.
Tsubasa unsealed a long spear from her storage scroll, and together they charged into the enemies left flank.
Spittle flew as she first punched an enemy shinobi in the face before spearing him straight through with her spear and tossing him to the side.
Sakumo was far more efficient, his white blade dancing from enemy to enemy, ending them quickly with precise strikes to vitals. Some screamed in their last moments, others stared him in the face, unwilling to back down, nor accept the reality of their deaths, but he was used to it. The cycle of life and death found commonly on the battlefield. He was Konoha's White Fang, a hero of the Second Shinobi World War with a reputation far greater than even Sasori of the Red Sands, a puppeteer from Sunagakure. He had experience in droves, but what truly surprised him was how Tsubasa, regardless of her strength, was able to keep up with him.
As time went on, he noticed her attacks getting more and more brutal. Her fingers turned claws gauged deep wounds into the enemies chests before she impaled them with her spear which she used to vault over the corpses under foot. He shivered slightly watching her move. Like it or not, he soon found himself adjusting to her rhythm. The beating of his heart, the steady flow of his breath, all were beginning to sync up with Tsubasa's. It was intoxicating. He couldn't describe the feeling, nor put it into words he could truly express, but fighting with her felt, felt what? He didn't know this feeling. Yet it wasn't so bad. For now he would think about it later. There was no time for idle talk, nor absent mindedness.
This was war.
Blood rained over the battlefield, clusters of fire, water, earth, and wind Jutsus devastating the surroundings, yet through it all, Sakumo and Tsubasa plunged forward.
Numerous wounds were scattered across their bodies, their breathing laboured. It didn't matter how individually strong they were in the face of mass numbers. There was a reason why army slayers were given flee-on-sight orders, and that was because they possessed the skills necessary to deal with armies.
Sakumo and Tsubasa had no such abilities to deal with numerous enemies, and with the Uzumaki outnumbered four-to-one, the situation was growing bleak as the two grew increasingly tired. Their muscles scream in protest, and their limbs were growing weak and feeble under such stress and overuse.
How much more time did they need to buy?
Tsubasa spat out the blood collecting in her mouth from a cut lip, staggering as she pulled out a kunai buried deep into her thigh.
An enemy capitalized on her weakness and instantly went in for the kill, but a kick to the back of the neck from Sakumo quickly dealt with him. "Are you alright?" He spoke as he lent his shoulder for Tsubasa to lean on. He sported a couple injuries. Blood trickled down his forehead from a stray kunai he'd failed to detect as it had no killing intent when it was thrown. The rest of his clothes were also in tatters much like Tsubasa's.
"Speak for yourself," Tsubasa rebuked before glancing wearily at Sakumo's broken left arm. "Get out of here Sakumo. This isn't your place to die." She pushed off of him. "You've done your part already, let me handle the rest."
The enemy side had given them a wide birth as they reorganized themselves to attack once again, meaning that this would be Sakumo's only chance to escape.
"And leave you to die?" Sakumo's gaze hardened, his Will of Fire burning from within him. Uzu was Konoha's ally, and he'd be damned if he ran away like a dog with its tail between its legs. That, and his heart refused for him to leave.
Tsubasa didn't respond, but instead, readily positioned her bloodied spear in front of her.
That was when Sakumo noticed something alarming. "They're splitting into two units."
"What?!" Tsubasa whipped her head in the direction Sakumo was looking at and watched in growing horror as half of the center, and right flank charged in the direction of the barricade squad.
No! NO!
Desperate, she charged frantically, her spear cutting a path through the enemies in front of her. Arms were severed, chests were pierced, and some even found themselves trampled under foot in wake of her war path. Yet she was not without injury, blood trickled down both of her arms, and her legs screamed in protest to move any faster. In the end, she was barred from reaching her destination.
However, it was then that she noticed it. An ANBU wearing her mask standing before the barricade team. He was wearing the standard issue Uzu ANBU flak jacket and combat pants, and on each of his hands was a spear, a third strapped firmly onto his back.
Confusion filled her thoughts. She had never seen this ANBU before, nor had had she met one with the audacity to wear her mask in front of her, but orders instinctively flew out of her mouth. "Defend!" She yelled.
The ANBU didn't utter a word before suddenly disappearing, the ground crumbling beneath his feet. But what shocked Tsubasa the most was the absence of chakra in his moves. That single display was simply his physical powers alone?
Before she could even blink, she noticed that the enemies approaching the barricade squad were getting systematically destroyed. No matter if they launched their Jutsus, the red spear in the ANBU's hands would move like a hurricane, slicing through water, fire, earth, and wind all together?
What kind of spear was that?
The fighting near her and Sakumo ceased as both they and the enemy watched such an unbelievable act. It wasn't that the spear just simply cut through, it was the fact that the chakra dispelled upon contact. Earth walls were rendered back into soil, water was dissipated back into vapours, and even air and fire were rendered useless.
Who was this ANBU? Or if he was even an ANBU at all?
Still, this was their chance. She nodded towards Sakumo, and both of them pierced through the enemy line to stand by the unknown ANBU.
"Name and Rank." Tsubasa asked curtly. Absently, she noticed just how small he was up close. A child?
"That's unimportant," the ANBU responded as he pierced an enemy with the yellow spear in his right. "But you can call me Archer." The Anbu turned towards Tsubasa before motioning to the spear on his back. "Take this spear," he spoke.
Tsubasa raised a brow. "I'm perfectly fine with the one I have right now," she reasoned.
"And this spear is one of Uzu's treasures only to be used in times of crisis."
The response left Tsubasa speechless. "Uzu had such a weap-"
She froze, doubts of such a claim fading away near instantly as she laid eyes on what the ANBU pulled out from within his blue flack jacket.
If anything, Sakumo was the most confused in the situation.
Storage Seals?
Tsubasa couldn't comprehend it right away. An Uzumaki in the ANBU that she was not aware of, but that was because she knew everyone. This was why she harbored suspicions on the ANBU that had appeared on the battlefield speaking of Uzu's treasure, but to think it was the young master astounded her. The storage seals he had pulled out and tossed amidst the enemy forces only solidified that fact.
She could see many on the enemy side laughing at their comrades for dodging the harmless storage seals thrown at them. Fools.
She had once spoken to Toma about his son wasting his talents, and was greatly disappointed when the man had come to her refusing her request. Yet now, she understood why. He had already been training him in secret. She had to give props to the future Uzukage, he even had her fooled. Perhaps it was a ploy to get others to underestimate his son? Either way, if he spoke of a treasure Uzu possessed, there was no way it could be fabricated coming from the mouth of such an esteemed individual.
She sealed away her spear and watched as the storage seals exploded on the enemy side.
The sheer disbelief on their faces was mirrored by Sakumo who turned and demanded an explanation at the end of the battle. He wasn't an idiot. Like her, he must have quickly realized the potential of those seals.
Not only were sealing tags numerous, far beyond the manufacturing of explosive seals, but everyone, shinobi and civilian alike viewed them as harmless.
Deception, a shinobi's greatest tool.
Still, she had to address the matter at hand. She grabbed hold of the spear offered for her to take. It was a deep red, like the spear the young lord was holding, and it was slightly heavy yet not enough to affect her fighting style. What shocked her however, was the sheer bloodlust the spear exuded upon contact. For some reason, it was causing her chakra to flare in excitement.
"Careful," the Young master spoke. "Don't let its blood lust over take you."
"Just what is this spear?" She ended up asking, her curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes however, still remained on the disorganized enemy.
"Uzu's deterrent. You'll understand why once you use it," the young master spoke dismissively. "We don't have time for a full explanation. The confusion caused by those sealing tags can only last for so long."
The young master crouched low, his eyes fixed on the enemy. "I'll gather them all into one spot. Unleash the spear's power at that instant."
"But why gather them into one spot?" Sakumo flicked the blood of his blade. "And moreover, how do you plan to gather all their attention?"
Sakumo was right. Even with him and herself, they weren't enough to stop the enemy from splitting into two.
"Just leave that to me," the Young master spoke before rushing off to meet the enemy.
Tsubasa bit her lip. She didn't know how she felt about the young master exposing himself to such danger, but she was also proud of him for fighting for the sake of the village. And to that end, she too would do her part.
She turned towards the spear in her palms. It was pulsating, drawing an astonishing amount of chakra from her reserves. It was too the point that she doubted anyone without an Uzumaki's reserves would be able to utilize the spear if at all.
Breathing slowly, she closed her eyes and followed the path of her chakra into the spear.
It seeks the heart.
More and more, she grew entranced in the spears unending desire for violence. It called to her in a way she had never felt before. If her chakra had once been flaring in excitement, now it had become a veritable crimson storm.
The hunting plains call once more.
She didn't notice, but Sakumo stepped back in trepidation as he felt the shift in her chakra. It was no longer controlled and refined, but wild and utterly untamed. And she loved it. This feeling of euphoria running through her veins.
Growing up, people had called her a monster due to the nature of her chakra. A wolfwoman better suited to living in the world of the summons, but she proved them wrong with her ability alone, and she had Toma to thank for that. Nonetheless, never in her life had her chakra reacted this strongly to anything.
The lone Alpha of the rolling plains.
She blinked her eyes open to reveal a deep red, an understanding welling from within her. Gae Bolg, a cursed spear and the harbinger of death. She didn't know its history, nor did she know its previous wielders, or how Uzu had been able to obtain such a treasure, but she didn't care. What she had come to comprehend through the blood-lust radiating off from the spear was how to use it.
It seeks the heart.
Time is inconsequential, yet careful aim is crucial.
"Sakumo," she spoke quietly in the chaos of the battlefield. Yet she was sure Sakumo would be able to hear her. "For all that you've done for the sake of my village," a small breeze lifted up tresses of her vibrant red hair as she fully turned towards Sakumo. "Thank you," She smiled out once again.
Despite her bloodied appearance, numerous stab wounds on her body, and long streaks of dried and flaking blood she stood strong in the face of her enemies: a true Alpha.
Sakumo stuttered out a flimsy response, eyes looking anywhere but at her chest which sported a flack jacket that was barely still able to protect her modesty. "You should thank me after everything's been dealt with," he spoke.
The smile dropped from her face as she spoke with certainty. "That's why I have." She brandished the spear in front of Sakumo. "This spear is one of Uzu's treasures, and on this day, I will show you why."
Before she could continue however, Toma and Shizuka Uzumaki appeared with an unmoving Hideki over Toma's shoulder.
"Tsubasa?" Toma asked as he lay down his father. "What is that?"
She didn't answer, but instead turned a concerned glance to Hideki, the man who treated her like a daughter as she grew up with Toma. She clenched her fists. "Is he…"
"No," Toma spoke. "I managed to get to him before the enemies reached the western gate. Sorry it took us so long, but all the civilians and families have been moved to the shelters."
Tsubasa nodded.
"Still, this situation is dire. Even from here I can still see the rest of the ANBU over there scrambling to create barricade seals. We need to buy more time or else the whole village will fall."
"Oi Toma," Shizuka called. "Who's the ANBU the enemy are chasing?"
Toma couldn't answer, and instead turned back to Tsubasa for answers.
Her response was blunt. "The Young Master."
Shizuka opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a response, her body freezing. That was her baby out there?
Toma was a bit different, because he had quickly deduced the origins of the weapon Tsubasa had on hand. "Did he give that to you?" He was already dreading the answer. She couldn't have found out about it, could she?
"Yes," Tsubasa spoke. "You didn't tell me Uzu had such treasures."
"Yes yes, sorry," he laughed in relief. "It's a treasure taken from within the clan's vault." He knew that lie would be broken the moment Hideki woke up, but he supposed it was time to let his father in on the secret.
"We have to go!" Shizuka urged, readying her gear. "We can't leave him to fight by himself."
Toma nodded, but was stopped by Tsubasa.
"He has a plan," she said. "He's not fighting them, but drawing them together. Frankly I don't know how he's doing it, but this presents us our biggest opportunity."
She brandished the spear. "You should be well aware of what this spear can do."
Toma had to reluctantly nod in agreement to maintain appearances. Though stopping Shizuka seemed to be the hardest thing to do.
Tsubasa turned her gaze towards the converging enemy and closed her eyes once more to concentrate.
The blood lust of the spear once again flooded through her systems, her body subconsciously taking a battle stance with the spear.
She stood forward, her back straight with her knees bent to take a chakra enforced leap. This was it, this moment where her blood screamed at her to take action.
It strikes for the heart.
But when thrown,
She breathed out, opened her eyes, and quickly took to the air in a massive jump. Her arm propped behind her, the spear's tip gleaming in an unmatched killing intent.
And call out its name.
"Gae Bolg!" Her arm pushed forward, hurling the spear so fast that shockwaves resounded throughout the battle zone.
The light seemed to disappear from the world as a comet of killing intent descended.
It was in the stillness of the air, and the acrid scent of blood and death.
When the hound of Ulster once again takes to the fields of flowing grass.
A symphony.
A tragedy.
Desolation.
And righteousness.
The one known as the shield of Ireland, and the one known as his only partner.
Once again, in the swaying of the reeds, river lilies, and blood-soaked roses,
A howl resounds in the silence of a world of blistering red.
Shirou watched the explosion from the distance, his hand nursing an injury on his shoulder. Gae Bolg, the cursed spear of Cú Chulainn, Irelands child of light and defender of Ireland. When thrown, it becomes an anti-army noble phantasm. Even from his position, he had to shield himself from the fierce winds that were produced, and plant his feet on the ground to stop himself from falling due to the shaking.
The effect stopped after a couple second, but he knew that the blast must have been felt for several hundred kilometers.
Sighing he gradually allowed the od reinforcing his body to dissipate. For even though it wasn't as taxing as projecting a Noble Phantasm, given enough time, it could still drain his reserves.
He picked himself off the ground and quickly looked to the weapons in his hands Gáe Dearg and Gáe Buidhe, spears wielded by Diarmuid Ua Duibhne the first warrior of the Knights of Fianna. One spear severed all connections with the supernatural, while the other caused wounds that would never heal under the influence of magic, or otherwise.
He took off the mask he had picked from the battlefield. As for why he had even placed it on in the first place was in consideration of his father's efforts. He felt the travellers pass in his pocket, and reaffirmed his reasoning. His father had told him about the secrecy of the village. Of how inside of its walls he was known as the Young Master, but outside he was known as no one of importance. It would have to stay that way should he ever leave to visit the other hidden villages in the future.
Still, he was glad that his gambit had worked. Gae Bolg, would become for Uzu what the tailed beasts were for the other hidden villages.
A deterrent.
The thought had crossed his mind as the explanation by his father of Uzu's vulnerability didn't sit well with him.
As for how it could be possible, he had altered the composition of the spear to run on chakra alone. Noble Phantasms, armaments made using the imagination of humans given legend, ran on a distinct energy source, prana, or od, and would normally only be able to used by its wielder. This meant that it would be impossible to be wielded by other shinobi or individuals, but he had altered that property. What made a Noble Phantasm a Noble Phantasm was in the legend of its heroes and their achievements. The Gae Bolg used today did not possess that attribute of legend, it was more of a degraded and altered copy that required a substantial amount of chakra in order to utilize its mysteries. Relatably, it was more akin to high tier mystic code which was why it caused a single explosion when released rather than unleash multiple branching spears that would detonate on impact. However, the Uzumaki possessed higher than average chakra capacities so he had very little doubt they wouldn't at least be able to fire of the spear at least once.
The only thing that was unexpected was just how well the spear would take to the ANBU commander's chakra. It was literally absorbing every single drop, but perhaps it was because the chakra was different from the regular? Either way, it didn't matter.
He dismissed the two spears in his hands and began the walk back towards Uzu after placing the mask back over his face. He knew it was probably time for explanations, but he wasn't above simply giving half-truths.
Deception was a shinobi's main tool.
And if anything, he'd learned enough about that from his father.
Sighing, he reluctantly accepted his fate.