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Chapter 12: Jiraiya
Time seemed to slow to a crawl for the shinobi. It was tempting, to simply let the killer blow land and finish him off, relieving the burden on both his attacker and himself. But that was not part of the plan.
Acting at the last second, the shinobi diverted the sparkling heat with his hand, grabbing his assailant by the wrist. The large spark blew a large hole at the wall where it connected. The boy stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend that his attack was stopped so effortlessly. He tried wrenching the hand free, but the iron grip refused to bulge.
The shinobi twisted the wrist sharpless, causing a loud yell from the dark-haired boy. No time for emotions now. That could come later.
"Let's go," he said simply to the other young ninja, releasing the wrist. The dark-haired boy dropped to his knees, clutching his wrist.
The blond bit his thumb, then rapidly formed hand seals. But it was too slow. The shark-person beared his sword down, hissing as it sliced through the air. The blond boy would have to dodge or get decapitated.
The sword was stopped unexpectedly. Annoyed, the shark-man tried to push through whatever this new object was with sheer strength, but the stiffness barely relaxed.
A large, orange toad stood in front of the blond by, its metal armoured arms blocking the deadweight. A large, white-haired man stepped up from behind. A young and attractive woman was slung around his shoulder, seemingly unconscious.
"The great Jiraiya cannot let lust seduce him!" he declared, posing to everyone.
The blond haired boy was none too impressed. "Stop trying to act cool when you got excited over a little wink, you perverted hermit!" He turned to the shinobi. "More importantly, these people aren't just street trash."
The comical mood fell, followed by a brief silence.
"Heh. So you're the great Jiraiya-sama they all speak of," said the shark-man, breaking the deadly lack of sound.
"I'm not letting you take Naruto," the hermit declared. "I'll deal with you two right here and now."
The dark-haired boy began to stand up, new determination in his eyes. "The one that's going to kill him is me…"
The shinobi turned to look. The boy rushed forward, his body a blur of limbs and movements. The punch came at lightning fast speed. A blow like that could knock a crater into a tree trunk, and would shatter every bone on the shinobi's face. That is, had it connected.
The shinobi performed a devastating uppercut to the boy's stomach, reverting all momentum back through him with strength that was far from what was suggested of his body. The boy went flying back, slamming into the wall across the corridor. Small chunks of building material broke away from the impact.
"I'm not done yet…" murmured the boy, attempting to stand up again. "This…is my battle…"
The shinobi sighed softly. Shelfing every emotion available, he cast his stern, cold eyes towards the tattered ninja.
"Fine."
Author's note: Ah, the next part of the fight scene. It's a shame that this fanfiction is set on a more serious note, since there is this absolutely hilarious part in the anime where Jaraiya's face turns all comical and yells, "Stop calling me Ero Sennin (pervy sage)!". Well, I find it funny anyway. So, as always, reviews and the likes are greatly appreciated. More will be coming very shortly.
Peace.