Chapter 32: Waterfall 11

Chapter 32: Waterfall 11

Suddenly, the tidal wave was swept aside and Suien's lafter echoed, "Using water against me when I have my Water Armour! You never learn you twit!" he mocked, suddenly appearing in front of Shibuki in a blur of speed Daiki couldn't keep up with at all.

Shibuki caught a punch, and retaliated with one of his own, only to have to quickly retreat back as from dozens of water spikes erupted from the missing ninja's body attempting to pierce Shibuki.

Shibuki snarled, forming a single hand seal, and them thrust his hand out, grasping a massive sword of compressed water and rushing at his sensei.

Who did the exact same.

Daiki could only watch helplessly as they engaged in a terrifying fast zipping battle of taijutsu and sword strikes.

And he could barely follow it at all.

But, as it continued on...he noticed.

The roaring chakra shroud around Shibuki, was getting smaller and smaller, and bit by bit, Shibuki became slower and weaker, his sensei beginning to overpower him as the difference in their bases abilities became utterly apparent.

...Shit...shit!

Daiki looked behind him to his companions, only to find all three of them laid out in a trio of craters, unconscious.

They hadn't just been crushed and subsumed by his earlier attack, they'd been drowned into unconscious while at it...probably once they were slammed back into the ground and forced to breath because of the stun that came from the impact.

'He can't last much longer.' Daiki realised. And once Shibuki fell, it was all over, that guy would kill them all and get the Hero Water as he wanted.

Daiki didn't even know why the fucking idiot wanted it. He should know using it would take a chunk of his life force. Even a sip from it, while it would Daiki's power massively, it would only last a minute or two at most, and it would take a good ten years off of his lifespan.

...Though, ten years instead of his life would be a good trade off at this point.

His eyes drifted to the bottle of Hero Water laying innocent beside him and temptation flared.

Fuck it, he would die anyway at this rate. And big deal, he'd die at like a hundred instead of a hundred and ten or something, if somebody didn't murder his ass first anyway.

Reaching out with a shaky arm, Daiki grabbed the bottle. He was so weak though, that he had to struggle to just pop the cork off of it and open it.

"To the grind." he snorted to himself, before holding it up to his lips and taking a sip.

He swallowed.

And then, everything, went still.

The haze of darkness around his vision cleared up, his senses spread out massively, his eyesight sharpened, the pain that had been plaguing him faded away.

And Daiki stood once more.

A rushing sensation ran through his veins, and he felt his chakra click, and like a flame fed barrels and barrels of oil, it ignited, it exploded, it grew, it consumed and it fucking roared!

A massive aura of chakra erupted from his tenketsu, and for this moment, Daiki felt it.

The water armour around the man roiled and raged like ocean waves, he could see almost in slow motion as dozens upon dozens of spikes began forming intending to impale him.

Daiki unleashed a Force Palm Jutsu at point blank rage, right into the man's face

The forming water spikes flopped apart.

The water armour didn't dissipate.

He was still alive.

The water armour must have blunted enough of it for him to live.

"No matter." Daiki smirked, he lifted the man by his skull and brought his free hand up, forcing it through the water and placing it against his stomach.

Then he fired off a pair of Force Palm Jutsu.

Then again.

Then again.

And again.

Over and over in a rapid fire he unleashed his own original and crated jutsu in a barrage.

The water armour dissipated by the second time.

He didn't care.

He wanted his god damn pound of flesh for him forcing him to go this fucking far.

When he finally stopped and dropped the corpse of the former Jonin to the ground, the face was entirely gone, and there was a gaping hole ripped straight through the stomach to the other side.

In the end, the man had become nothing more than a bloody pulped piece of meat.

"Feh!" Daiki spat on the corpse.

He would have loved to beat the man around a little more, take out his frustration and rage on him.

But, he wasn't consumed by the desire enough to not notice the way his strength and chakra, despite peaking so massively, begun to rapidly dwindle as the seconds went by.

Before he lost the boost to his chakra, and the proper feeling swept through him again, Daiki brought his hands together into a single modified seal, pure bright green chakra erupting from his hands.

Daiki took the chance to mend all of his injuries, right up until his vision went dark, and his legs buckled beneath him.

He never hit the ground, a hand caught him before he did, "Maah, you're a real scary kid, huh?" a familiar, annoying voice drawled.

"I...fucking hate you." Daiki cursed him, then he faded into unconsciousness.