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Well, this is the end of the fight between Sasori and Jinin. In the next chapter, the real battle begins—the most interesting of them all: Daigo vs. Mangetsu. Who will win?"
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The silence that followed the invocation of the black scroll was unnatural.
Jinin Akebino, a man who had spent most of his life amidst wars, bloodbaths, and screams of agony, felt a glimmer of fear for the first time before what stood in front of him.
He knew that ninjas used any technique possible to become stronger, but if this was what he thought it was, this boy was crazier than he was.
Before him, the five figures that had emerged from the smoke did not sway with the rigidity of wood. Their chests did not move with breath, but their skin had the waxy texture of preserved flesh, and their eyes, fixed and glassy, retained the residual glow of the chakra that once flowed through their veins.
"What... what kind of twisted shit is this?" Jinin asked, taking a step back, his hand tightening around the handle of the Kabutowari. "Those are no simple puppets; I can feel death coming from them."
Sasori, standing among his new creations, slightly moved the fingers of his right hand. The chakra threads, now a much more intense and vibrant blue, connected to the napes of the five corpses.
"They are ninjas I found on the Iwa front when we were at war with them," Sasori responded in a flat voice, devoid of any trace of remorse.
"So you killed them and turned them into puppets," Jinin asked to clear the doubt from his head.
At Sasori's nod, Jinin did not wait for him to say or do anything else and, like an animal, lunged forward at full speed. His target was the nearest puppet, a robust man with an Iwa headband, though his clothes had been changed to a red robe.
Jinin swung his hammer with a force capable of demolishing a wall, but what happened next defied all his previous experience.
Instead of dodging, the Iwa puppet raised a rigid arm and closed its fist. Its joints emitted a dry click not of wood, but of bones reinforced with metal.
Bakuton: Jiraiken! (Explosion Style: Landmine Fist)
Upon contact between the fist and the hammer, a concentrated explosion of chakra erupted at the point of impact.
The shockwave was so violent that the ground beneath their feet sank. Jinin, despite his immense physical mass, was sent flying backward, his ears ringing and his hands trembling from the vibration of the detonation.
"Damn it, these puppets can use jutsus!" Jinin growled in surprise, digging his axe into the mud to slow his retreat. As he tried to stand, he felt his vision blur, having to grip his hammer a bit tighter so as not to fall.
A cold sweat began to cover his forehead as an insidious weakness started to spread toward his chest. The poison? Since when? he thought with growing desperation.
Although he knew something would likely happen, his body was already accustomed to many types of poisons, making him capable of not being affected by them which was why he fought so aggressively but this time, this poison actually worked.
Sasori, noticing Jinin falter and his confused expression, did not let this opportunity to attack pass. His fingers moved in a macabre dance, orchestrating a coordinated attack that Jinin had never seen from a common puppeteer.
Katon: Gōkyūka no Jutsu (Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique)
This time it was the other puppet, who just like the previous one wore an Iwa headband; it opened its mouth, from which a massive ball of fire erupted toward Jinin. Immediately behind that attack, the third puppet, a woman with long, ashen hair, performed another jutsu:
Fūton: Daitoppa (Wind Style: Great Breakthrough)
The wind that surged from the girl's mouth went directly into the fireball, causing the massive sphere to grow even larger. In an instant, the forest clearing was transformed into an inferno.
Oxygen vanished, replaced by an explosive vortex of fire that consumed everything in its path. Jinin, reacting quickly, used the Water Prison jutsu to cover himself from the flames, but the heat began to boil the water slightly, forcing him to abandon the jutsu.
Feeling his skin begin to burn, he preferred to use a stronger jutsu, beginning to weave hand signs.
"Suiton: Suijinheki (Water Style: Water Encampment Wall)." With the jutsu, water began to pour from his mouth, manipulated by Jinin to create an improved walls, allowing him to free himself from the fire.
However, while he focused on defending against the combination of jutsus, two of the remaining puppets, both with an affinity for Earth Style (Doton), sank into the ground as if the mud were water.
The combined attack was so devastating that the nearby trees were reduced to charred trunks. Sasori watched the fire from a safe distance, his eyes fixed on the spot where the flames still burned. He was slightly pleased to see how his tools were functioning as intended.
With the last of the flames dying out, Jinin emerged from his water walls, though his Kirigakure uniform was reduced to burnt rags.
"I won't die here...! Not at the hands of a brat like you!" Jinin roared, feeling that he had lost all the advantage he previously held.
Wanting to regain control, he went for Sasori, who was quite far away, only to be intercepted by the puppet with the Bakuton.
Jinin blocked the attacks with his blade, though the explosive element forced him to retreat to avoid damage.
Getting little space he was going to attack again but a potent pain in his chest made him lost all reason from his sight, as he ran toward Sasori without stopping.
It was a race against death. Every step he took was agony; the poison was spreading further through his body.
Sasori, surprised by the inhuman resistance of a man who should have been dead, moved the Bakuton puppet to continue intercepting him. At the same time, the Wind puppet launched cutting gusts to tear him apart in his advance.
But Jinin did not dodge. He took a wind slash to the shoulder and a minor explosion to his side, using the momentum of the impacts to gain speed, like a human projectile driven by hatred.
Sasori, seeing that Jinin was already too close, less than three meters away, swiftly moved his right hand to execute another plan.
From the earth, the two puppets using Doton appeared directly beside Jinin, who, in his moment of pure adrenaline, did not notice them and was pierced by both swords.
Sasori, observing how Jinin stopped and looked at his stomach, thought he had finally been halted, but his next move surprised him.
Jinin grabbed his hammer, crushing both puppets with a heavy blow to look back at Sasori like nothing happen.
This time he looked far worse; his eyes, once white, were now red and bleeding from his nose and mouth. If he had any life left, Sasori knew it would be little, so he began to move further away to let the poison take its final effect.
"It is useless for you to keep fighting," Sasori said, his voice resonating. "Your heart is already pumping poison to your vital organs. Every second you use that adrenaline, you only accelerate your end."
Jinin did not respond, feeling he would waste unnecessary energy; he only spat on the ground, hacking up blood and purple phlegm. The pain in his chest was as if a thousand burning needles were sewing his lungs together, but in his mind, only one thought remained: taking the brat to hell with him.
Sasori, seeing Jinin charging again, moved his left hand to position the Wind and Fire puppets in front of him. He planned to use a combined point-blank blast to disintegrate what was left of the swordsman.
However, Jinin did something different again . Instead of launching a frontal strike, Jinin released the chain of the Kabutowari.
The hammer flew toward the Bakuton puppet that Sasori was trying to reassemble, pinning it by the shoulder and anchoring it to the ground.
With a desperate move, Jinin funneled a large amount of chakra into his feet, propelling himself forward with a speed that shattered the ground beneath him.
"DIE!" Jinin screamed.
Sasori's eyes widened, watching as Jinin approached far too fast. The puppeteer tried to move his fingers to interpose the Fire puppet, but the vibration of the ground from Jinin using so much chakra created a shockwave that made Sasori lose his balance and lose slight control over the puppets.
That small error in calculation was fatal.
Jinin did not strike the puppets. He passed through them like a bolt of lightning.
Sasori tried to react, but it was already too late. Time seemed to stand still. Sasori saw Jinin's shadow cover him.
The Swordsman of the Mist raised his axe with his final strength. Sasori, in a reflex action to protect his vital points, raised his right arm to stall the blow enough so that it wouldn't hit a vital zone.
Slash!
The cut of the axe happened from one second to the next. Where perhaps a normal sword would have met some resistance while cutting, the axe made a completely clean cut.
Sasori's right arm went flying, severed cleanly at the elbow. The arm spun in the air, dripping blood before falling to the ground.
Sasori landed several meters away, rolling on the ground before springing to his feet.
For the first time in the battle, his face showed a slight grimace of pain and genuine surprise. He looked at his stump, where his bone and everything else had been separated.
Jinin, for his part, remained standing. His right arm still held the handle of the Kabutowari, but his body no longer had the strength to move it. His red eyes, which previously distilled hatred, were now fixed on the void.
Purple blood gushed from his nose, ears, and mouth in a constant flow. Sasori's poison had finally won the race.
"An impressive... effort," Sasori murmured, his voice regaining its coldness as he used the chakra threads of his left hand to stabilize his remaining puppets. "You have managed to wound me, Jinin Akebino. Before you die, do not worry, because your body will make a fine puppet."
Jinin tried to take a step, but his legs no longer responded. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. The legendary Swordsman of the Mist was dead.
Sasori approached the corpse with a terrifying calm. Ignoring what was leaking from his own body, he picked up the Kabutowari. The weapon was heavy and brutal, but Sasori observed it with silent respect. Then, he walked to where his own severed arm lay. Upon picking it up, he simply shook his head, sensing there would be no way to have it back.
With swift efficiency, Sasori stored his five human puppets in the black scroll. He sealed Jinin's heavy sword in another roll, keeping it as a war trophy, and took his body as well.
Despite having lost a limb, he showed no signs of urgency. He used a piece of cloth from his robe to bind the stump tightly, attempting to stop the blood loss.
He took one last look at the battlefield he had created before leaving. Sasori began to walk, moving away from the place and heading toward the point where Daigo and Pakura's chakra still flickered in the distance.
He knew that the loss of his arm was a small price for the lesson he had just learned. And despite not having it, he was a puppeteer for a reason: he could create a wooden hand perfect enough to be most useful.
End of Chapter