A collective chuckle rippled through the Hyuga frontlines. "She missed entirely!" one joked.
"Watch out!" Hiashi suddenly roared, his Byakugan tracking a sudden shift in chakra.
Before anyone could react, Mikoto gripped her hands tight and yanked backward. Invisible, chakra-infused steel wires attached to every single shuriken tautened instantly. With a slice, the wires ripped back through the crowd. The razor-sharp lines caught dozens of shinobi off-guard, slicing through hidden gaps in armor, and piercing through the vanguard.
Before the screams of the wounded could die down, Mikoto was already finishing her next sequence of hand seals. She threw a dozen explosive tags toward the trapped shinobi.
"Fire Style: Deadly Dragon!"
She exhaled a massive torrent of flame. The fire instantly enveloped the explosive tags, detonating them just infront of the vangaurd and compounding the blast. A roaring draconic inferno swept over the Hyuga, incinerating everything in its path and throwing them into utter chaos. While some used Rotation to protect himself and their nearby comrades most of low level shinobi were unlucky and succembed to death.
Through the billowing smoke, Hiashi Hyuga flicked in front of Mikoto. He was not having it. The fury from him was palpable; he wanted to start his revenge here and now, and it would begin with Mikoto's death.
Dropping instantly into his stance, his hands became a blur. "Eight Trigrams: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"
Mikoto used her fluid Uchiha-style Taijutsu, twisting and weaving to counter the onslaught, all while her Sharingan spun to dissect the mechanism of the secret Gentle Fist technique and Chakra flow. Even with her precognitive vision, the strikes forced her backward, a final heavy blow knocking her away.
She skidded across, wiping a trail of blood from her lip. "Excellent. I have copied your jutsu."
She knew the Gentle Fist could only be utilized to its absolute efficiency with a Byakugan to see the chakra pathway system. However, Mikoto's sheer speed and natural agility allowed her to bypass that limitation when dealing with lower-ranked shinobi. By targeting general vital areas rather than precise microscopic points, she could save immense amounts of chakra while still delivering devastating internal damage.
She reappeared in front of Hiashi, her stance shifting into his Gentle fist's stance. Her hands flashed forward, mimicking Hiashi's technique. "Eight Trigrams: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"
She struck out at Hiashi, who was forced to counter with his own identical strikes. The shockwaves of their colliding palms, pushed everyone else from the fight. As the rapid-fire bout continued, Mikoto's execution grew smoother, her movements adapting as she memorized the exact angles Hiashi was trying to hit.
Sensing her rapid adaptation, Hiashi's eyes narrowed. He shifted his weight, anticipating her next move. "Don't think it's that easy to copy the original!"
Hiashi had been fighting his twin brother, Hizashi, his entire life. He knew the style's inherent blind spots better than anyone, and he knew exactly how to counter his own techniques. Evading her strike, he thrust his palm forward, releasing a condensed wave of vacuum chakra. "Eight Trigrams: Vacuum Palm!"
The invisible blast caught Mikoto dead-on throwing her violently. She crashed right into the center of the surrounding Hyuga shinobi, suddenly encircled on all sides.
"What about your fellow clansmen, Hiashi?" Mikoto taunted, her voice with confidence as she rose to her feet. "Can they survive my strikes?"
She blurred as she entered into the Gentle Fist stance once more, she began a deadly spinning dance through the crowd. She didn't need a full hundred strikes; striking just eight to sixteen major tenketsu points was more than enough to paralyze a regular ninja.
As a group tried to ambush her from multiple directions simultaneously, she sprang high into the air, extending her legs into a split-kick that cracked hard against their faces. She flipped gracefully through the air and stuck a perfect landing.
From the ridge above, Danzo Shimura signaled for a coordinated attack from all the clans. Spotting the opening, nearby members of the Nara clan quickly extended their shadows across the ground, as it snaked forward and trapped Mikoto before she could leap away.
Mikoto froze as her body instantly became unmoving under the Shadow Paralysis Jutsu.
Her three-tomoe Sharingan rotated fiercely as she locked eyes with Ensui Nara, the man holding the jutsu. Caught in the sudden vortex of her Genjutsu. Ensui's expression went blank, and he immediately undid his own technique, turning around to attack his own bewildered clansmen.
Free from the Nara's Jutsu, Mikoto tilted her head back, looking at the upside-down view with a mocking and twisted expression. "How can you forget the Uchiha's Genjutsu?"
Despite her bravado, Mikoto could feel the heavy toll of the battle. Her breath was coming in short gasps; she was running low on chakra. Reaching into her pouch, she quickly popped a soldier food pill into her mouth, forcing her body to muster whatever energy it could. From here on out, she would have to rely strictly on efficient Shurikenjutsu and Taijutsu to finish her fights.
"I have never fought this wildly before... Something in me seems to have woken up." Mikoto said to herself.
A figure erupted from her blind spot, delivering a crushing blow right to her side gut.
The force of the impact launched her away. She crashed hard into a stone wall, the air was pushed out of her lungs in a gasp. As the dust slowly cleared, an imposing figure stepped into view.
Blue B.
Mikoto's eyes narrowed as she recognized the reanimated former Eight-Tails Jinchuriki. "He's a tough opponent," she thought, rubbing her bruised ribs. With Konoha shinobi still cluttering the battlefield, Danzo won't risk using any massive Tailed Beast Bombs. I have to use that restriction to my advantage.
Her mind raced, calculating her dwindling options. "I need a meat shield."
Glancing around, she caught the gaze of every low-level enemy shinobi in her immediate vicinity, instantly plunging them into a Genjutsu. One by one, the dazed ninja stepped forward, forming a wall between herself and the reanimated Blue B.
Danzo clicked his tongue in irritation. While he wouldn't bat an eye at sacrificing random shinobi to kill an Uchiha, doing so too blatantly would ruin his hard earned political standing. However, he was far from out of options.And Mikoto made sure bring in shinobi from multiple clans, which would offend every clans, if at all he killed them.
As Mikoto began planning her next offensive move, the ground buckled outward as a dark red, chakra-cloaked tail shot out from the earth directly beneath her. But Mikoto was alert; she reacted instantly, flipping backward.
Mid-flip, she unsealed dozens of storage scrolls. As a barrage of large glass flasks filled with cooking oil rained down, shattering across Blue B's massive shoulders and drenching him completely.
She molded and unleashed her strongest fire style jutsu.
"Fire Release: Dragon Flame Song!"
Several massive serpentine dragons of fire roared from her mouth. The moment the intense heat touched the slithering oil, Blue B erupted into a inferno. The highly refined oil acted as a catalyst, melting away his reanimated flesh as he continued to regenerate.
To ensure the fire kept burning, Mikoto began throwing kitchen oil glass bottles one after another from her personal scrolls... stockpiles she had painstakingly saved due to the recent inflation and increasing oil prices in the village.
Watching the premium oil burn away into black smoke, Mikoto couldn't help but let out a pained groan.
"What a waste... I am going to have to cook without oil for a month."
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A/N: So, how was the Mikoto's fight? I personal liked writing and reading it.
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