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He shields all who take refuge in him.
Psalm 18:30
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The 3 members of the Konoha squad stood close to each other, while the 5 Jonins of Iwagakure surrounded the trio.
"Hand us the scroll, and perhaps you'll leave with your life intact," Roshi asserted. Slowly reaching into his pouch, he brandished a Kunai, "... Or you perish."
The 4 Jonins confidently strode toward the trio, while Roshi stood from behind, locking any means of escape. The bridge serving as the exit of the nation was behind Roshi, but without taking down these Iwagakure Jonins, escape would only end in futility.
Daichi, the wise old man, arched a brow before voicing, "Didn't the report say there were 4 me-"
Before the seasoned Jonin could speak any further, his life had already flashed before his eyes, as Hayato lunged forward, his sword directed toward the heart of his opponent.
However, the Jonin sidestepped, avoiding the fatal blow.
"Earth Style: Earth Bullets," Tora chanted, before inhaling, and spitting bullets of earth.
Hayato gracefully evaded, tactfully averting the trajectory of the elements with his sword.
"Earth Style: Earth Binding," Raiko chanted. The Earth erupted beneath Hayato, slithering like a serpent, sticking him in place.
"Tsk," Hayato clicked his tongue, finding himself completely restrained and unable to move.
However, the Earth around Hayato immediately deteriorated the moment it wrapped around him.
"You're a lifesaver Ryo," Hayato expressed his joy for his friend beside him.
Ryohei took an attacking stance.
"As expected of the Hyuga. Your ability to cancel chakra-based attacks by simply locating the weak points is rather impressive," Kenta admired as he stroked his goatee.
"Let's go, Ryo," Hayato asserted, the lightning crackling around his sword becoming more prominent.
"Yeah," Ryo supported, and both youths vanished from the spot, engaged in battle!
...
Meanwhile, Aiko was having a confrontation with the 4 tail Jinchuruki.
"So you want to die by my hands first," Roshi asserted as a crimson hue erupted forth from his body, enveloping him in a bubbly-like foam.
The man was exercising the 4 tails's power!
Aiko nonchalantly stretched her arms, and muttered, "Well, this is gonna be hard."
...
Hayato and Ryohei continued their clash against the 4 Jonins. Hayato clashed swords with Tora, sparks glazing upon impact as the duo masterfully exchanged blows. It was like a dance of perfect symphony, as they hormoniously tried to kill each other.
"Damn, you're one crazy bastard alright," Tora smiled at his opponent's maneuver, surprise etched on his face. As a seasoned swordsman himself, the respect he had for the youth was high.
"Earth Style: Earth Spikes!" Daichi chanted, spikes erupting from beneath to pierce Hayato.
Hayato backflipped, keeping range. Daichi flinched at Hayato's stance as Hayato pulled his posture back, his sword aimed at him!
*BZZZ* *XING*
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With a whistling sound, Hayato threw the lightning engulfed sword, crashing into the earth, causing a boom sound.
"Perfect timing," Tora whispered, now suddenly behind the youth, attempting to slice across the side.
With lightning-fast reflex, Hayato ducked without looking back and swung his arm behind, his palm open as he touched Tora's abdomen.
"!"
A white snake slithered through his large sleeve, its elongated body reaching for the neck of Tora. Tora quickly jumped back, increasing his range.
However, the elongated snake seemed to stretch limitlessly, pursuing Tora's neck!
"Wha-"
*SLASH*
Right at Tora's aid, the aged man, Daichi, slashed the snake's body with a sword... Hayato's sword.
The snake became a cloud of smoke immediately.
"Close call, you gotta be more careful youngun," Daichi warned Tora.
"Thanks old man," Tora expressed his gratitude.
The stone duo assumed an attack stance, and Daichi wielded Hayato's sword.
"Tsk," Hayato clicked his tongue. Weaving a single tiger sign, the sword Daichi held onto crackled with lightning, causing him to reflexively let go. The weapon flew back to
Hayato, as though through some sorcery, and Hayato caught it, sheathing it in his scabbard.
Lightning erupted from the youth's fist, and...
*BOOM*
He punched the ground, decimating the earth and enveloping the terrain in a cloud of voluminous dust.
"8 Trigrams, 64 Palm!" Ryohei exclaimed.
His attack landed on the lean Jonin, who fell with a thud, unable to move...
Even through the dust, Ryohei could easily pinpoint the 4 Jonins.
"!"
Hayato was immediately alerted of an ominous presence behind him!
"Gotcha," Raiko struck, his fist of stone shaped like a sword piercing through the heart of Hayato... But...
'Not flesh!' Raiko mused, as his attack, though it seemed to have struck, didn't feel like it had pierced flesh.
Hayato's body immediately dispersed into numerous little snakes, and noticing this, Raiko jumped back.
"!"
Daichi on the other hand, felt a fluctuation in the earth below, and immediately leaped back.
*BZZZZ* *BOOM*
The area he stood on crackled with vicious lightning before exploding the earth. From below, emerged the yellow-haired youth, who leaped back, and stood beside Ryohei, panting.
Both youths were now exhausted, a result of exercising too much of their chakra, and they were nearing their limits.
Raiko turned his head to the fallen Jonin who had fallen victim to the Eight Trigrams: 64 Palm, who was none other than Tora.
Tora had a look of embarrassment, his eyes brimming with fury, and Raiko's cheeks puffed, but he couldn't hold it anymore and laughed, "Haha, he got you huh Tora?"
"Shut up Raiko," Tora shouted.
The other 3 Jonins stared at the menacing duo, and the same scarred man, known as Raiko, stated, "Jokes aside though, thankfully we brought more personnel. These kids are extremely dangerous."
"Agreed," Kenta admitted.
Daichi massaged his beard, and as he stared at the yellow-haired youth, a bead of sweat trickling by his temple.
"Old man, you seem on edge," Kenta inquired.
Daichi ignored Kenta, and raised his concern, "Are you... The yellow flash?"
The atmosphere immediately turned somber. Raiko, who was laughing at Tora, now exuded an aura of vigilance, leaving no space for opening.
Everyone was now staring at the yellow-haired youth, heightening their senses to the hilt.
The Yellow Flash was a revered name across the world, and not a single Shinobi in their line of work haven't heard of the notorious figure.
"Relax younguns, that kid is not the yellow flash... But he seems quite similar," Diachi reassured, enabling the Jonins to breathe in relief.
Daichi continued, "The Yellow Flash is older. I'm one of the very few who managed to escape with my life intact in front of such an adversary," Daichi resumed. He pointed a finger at Hayato, his sharp eyes scanning the youth with an all-knowing gaze; "Your movement is not as refined as his, but the aura you emanate... It reminds me of the yellow flash.
Ryohei brought his mouth to Hayato's ear, and whispered, "Your brother is Mr. Worldwide."
Hayato replied, "Well, that's flattering."
...
*BOOM*
Meanwhile, on the other side of the field:
"Wind Style: Gale Palm!"
Aiko chanted, in which a vicious gale twirled around her fists, additionally producing whistling sounds.
Her opponent became a scarlet blur, closing the distance at Godspeed!
'Lava Style: Molten Tornado!"
A swirling tornado of molten lava shrouded his entirety, as his technique collided with Aiko's Gale Palm.
"Hiss," Aiko sucked in a cold breath of air, watching her hands slowly burn in the face of scorching heat.
Hence, she retreated to a safe distance.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Aiko was now panting heavily.
"You're strong... But you are no match," Roshi asserted in a deep voice.
"Well... I doubt there's anyone who could match up to your capabilities, wouldn't you say so?" Aiko snapped back.
Roshi momentarily paused, and replied, "Well, you're not wrong."
"But y'know..." Aiko raised her fists in a boxing posture... "Winning a battle isn't all about strength. I may lose the battle, but as long as I win the war, I'm fine."
"War?" Roshi's brows creased.
"!"
Roshi was immediately alerted of the statement in the reports; that 4 perpetrators of Konoha were responsible for the heist!
'There's another one!"
Roshi immediately twisted his torso behind, and within his scope of vision, someone was there...
A female youth donned in a black vest and black trousers, and a rabbit mask concealing her face dashing toward the bridge. This bridge signified the exit of the nation.
"No-"
Roshi suddenly stopped speaking, as though momentarily ensnared, before turning his gaze back to Aiko, who was falling to the ground. However, before she could fall, he caught her. A grin spread across his face before he licked his lips menacingly.
He muttered inaudibly, "Mind Transfer, complete"
Roshi was now possessed by Aiko, Aiko of the notorious Yamanaka clan!