Arc XII Chapter 26

Arc XII Chapter 26

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Arc XII Chapter 26



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So it was like this ... As usual, his instincts did not fail him. The whole time, he had this strange feeling, this strange premonition. They had both proven correct. He knew it. He knew that there was something wrong about her. Even if he could not tell what exactly. Until now. From the very beginning, the entire fight had been nothing but a sham.

Kakashi narrowed his eyes, his gaze was fixed on her supposed corpse. Motionless, lifeless, the body lay before them on the ground, at their feet, the fresh blood staining the black coat red. Her blade had been fatal. Yet the corpse in question was not hers. Instead, the sight of a black haired man greeted them, his face distinctly Sunagakure. This was not her. This was not Asami.

“...” Temari gulped, her tongue stuck in her throat. Her eyes stared wide open, in complete disbelief. “This is ... This is impossible! This can’t be!!! Why ... What ... Why is he here? What is he doing here?”

“... ... ...” And so did Chiyo, her disbelief written all across her face, plainly to see. Despite all of her years, her composure had been deeply shaken. “...”

Kakashi turned to them. “I gather you know the man ... Who is he?”

“...” Temari bit her lips, clenching her fist. Her initial confusion had faded, only to be replaced by fire and fury. “...”

“...” Chiyo steeled her resolve, regaining her composure. Her voice rung heavy. “This man ... His name is Yura. He is ... He was a jonin and a trusted member of the village council. He was a loyal supporter of Gaara ... To think that he of all people would turn traitor ... I never thought it possible. But here we are ...”

“I see ...” Kakashi understood. Another betrayal. Another unsolved mystery.

Sakura joined in, “So it was him whom we fought all this?”

“Yes.” Kakashi gathered his thoughts. “I have no idea how, but he must have served as some kind of substitute body for her. Which explains a lot. Her constant complaints. Her slower reaction times. Her fighting style. Her overall defensive posture. And yet she was still playing with us ...”



Shikamaru called out, his voice carrying far, “Oi, Guy-sensei!”

Guy turned his head, his typical grin on his lips, together with an raised thumb. He had come to hate both of them these days. A mountain of luggage towered on his back. He and Lee had insisted on them taking all of their luggage to add extra weight for “training purposes”.

“Yes, Shikamaru?”

“...” Shikamaru grumbled, venting his grievances, “Listen, Guy, can’t we slow down? This pace is unsustainable. Ino, Choji and I, we all need a break.”

Guy frowned, thinking for a moment. “Hmm, well, you might have a point, but the flame of youth burns brightest when we push beyond our limits! Don’t forget that Kakashi is counting on us.”

“...” Shikamaru clicked his tongue. “Yes, Kakashi is counting on us, but he needs us still in one piece! Look, Guy, the flame of youthand all that stuff ... well and good, but it’s far more important to get there alive. Not half dead ...”

Pakkun halted, settling down, his tongue lolling. The rest of them followed suit, coming to a sudden halt on a large tree branch together.

Ino and Choji panted heavily, nearly about to drop dead, judging by their pale faces. Tenten wiped her forehead, heaving a grateful sigh at Shikamaru. Neji merely nodded, tacitly approving of his measures in the face of Guy’s incorrigible ways.

“...” Pakkun started sniffing in the air, his nose picking up a familiar scent. “Heh? Shiba, what are you doing here?” His voice sounded surprised.

As Pakkun predicted, another ninken emerged, his fur grey and a Konoha headband hanging around his neck.

The dog responded. “Kakashi sends me. He and his team have encountered serious resistance.”



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