Kapitel 285: 284-Time to End this Charade
He sidestepped, deflecting the blade with a forearm, then using his momentum to swing his opponent off balance with a calculated leg sweep. The Kumo shinobi staggered, his mask tilting in surprise before he steadied himself, eyes narrowing with a newfound wariness.
Renjiro smirked beneath his own mask, his senses sharp. Every fibre of his being screamed to activate his Sharingan, but he resisted the urge. Not here.
Not now.
The Sharingan was too recognizable, too much of a liability in this covert mission. Yet he could feel the strain, the energy required to keep up with the elite Kumo shinobi without relying on the full extent of his bloodline limit. He had to rely on raw instinct and technique.
Kakashi moved in sync with him, intercepting another red-masked ANBU with a rapid flurry of punches and kicks. They clashed with brutal force, each impact ringing out into the night like muted thunder, while Takata hung back, eyes wide as he watched his supposed protectors fend off the enemy with lethal precision.
'They are kids but they are capable,' He thought.
Renjiro ducked beneath another kunai slash and closed the distance between himself and his opponent with a burst of speed, delivering a punch to the man's ribs.
The Kumo ANBU grunted, stumbling back, but recovered quickly, retaliating with a quick, electrified jab that Renjiro narrowly avoided. He could feel the heat of the chakra-laced strike as it passed, and he knew that these shinobi weren't ordinary guards. They were elite—each one skilled enough to push him and Kakashi to their limits.
Another ANBU charged at him, drawing out a pair of long, slender blades and swinging them with deadly precision. Renjiro dodged, weaving through the strikes, feeling each close brush with the steel as he manoeuvred to create an opening. He feinted to the left, then ducked low, grabbing the enemy's wrist and twisting it with a sharp jerk that forced the shinobi to drop one of his blades.
"Don't get too cocky," Renjiro muttered under his breath, shoving his opponent backwards with a well-placed kick to the chest.
The Kumo ANBU staggered but did not fall, instead regrouping with his fellow shinobi as they adjusted their tactics, clearly recognizing the skill of their opponents. Renjiro could see it in their stances, the way they began to move in tandem, closing in tighter around him and Kakashi, cutting off escape routes and limiting their mobility.
Renjiro's mind raced, analyzing the flow of their attacks, every movement a piece in a complex puzzle that he and Kakashi had to solve without giving themselves away. Even without the Sharingan, this was feat his experience afforded him.
Kakashi appeared at Renjiro's side, voice low and urgent. "They're adjusting to our moves. We need to find an opening or we're going to be overwhelmed."
Renjiro nodded, his eyes darting to Takata, who was clutching a small package against his chest, his expression anxious.
"Takata," he whispered, "stay close. If we break through, you run."
But the Kumo ANBU had no intention of letting them escape so easily. One of the masked shinobi stepped forward, lightning crackling around his fists as he gathered chakra.
"Lightning Release: Spark Fist!" he shouted, lunging toward Renjiro with electrified fists aimed at his torso.
Renjiro braced himself, narrowly dodging the first strike as it surged past him, close enough that he felt the static tingle on his skin. He countered immediately, reaching out to grab the attacker's wrist and twist, using his opponent's momentum against him.
But the Kumo shinobi wrenched free with a sharp jerk, spinning around to deliver another electrified punch that Renjiro barely deflected, feeling the jolt of energy course through his arm on contact.
The fight grew fiercer, each movement faster and more desperate as Renjiro and Kakashi fought to keep up. Kakashi managed to pin down one of the ANBU with an Earth Release jutsu, slamming his hands to the ground and creating a wall of stone that momentarily separated them from their attackers.
But the Kumo ANBU were relentless, one of them blasting through the wall with another chakra-enhanced punch that sent debris flying through the air.
Renjiro gritted his teeth, sidestepping the rubble as he assessed their dwindling options. He could feel his chakra reserves thinning, each manoeuvre costing him more energy than he could afford. They needed a way out, and they needed it fast.
"Renjiro!" Takata's voice broke through the chaos, his expression panicked as he pressed the package into Renjiro's hands. "This—it's vital. Whatever happens, get it back to Konoha and give it to the Jiraiya-sama."
'What?'
Renjiro blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he tightened his grip on the package, understanding the gravity of Takata's words. He didn't have time to ask questions. All that mattered was the mission—and surviving to complete it.
The Kumo ANBU regrouped, their eyes narrowing as they caught sight of the package. Renjiro could see their focus shift, their intent clear. Whatever was in his hands, they couldn't afford to let him leave with it.
"Renjiro, we're out of options," Kakashi muttered, his voice tense. "We either make a break for it or we're not making it out at all."
Renjiro looked at him, weighing their choices, then nodded. "Agreed. Let's go."
Just then, a harsh cry filled the air as one of the ANBU surged toward Takata, kunai gleaming in the moonlight. Renjiro's eyes widened, but before he could react, the blade descended.
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Several hundred meters away, Yano faced off against A his breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggled to keep pace. A was a powerhouse, and each of his movements exuded a dangerous calm that left no doubt about his prowess.
Yano could tell that A was holding back, testing him, but even at half-strength, A's strikes were powerful enough to shake the ground beneath them.
Yano dodged a devastating punch, barely managing to sidestep the blow as it carved a trench into the earth. He retaliated with a flurry of strikes, his fists moving in a blur, but A deflected each one effortlessly, his expression unchanging.
There was a cold, detached look in his eyes, a glint of something almost…bored.
"Is that really all Konoha has to offer?" A's voice was calm, almost mocking. "I expected more from the village of the Hokage."
Yano clenched his teeth, pushing himself harder, refusing to back down. He summoned his chakra, channeling it into his limbs as he launched into a series of powerful kicks, each one aimed at A's vital points.
But A was unyielding, dodging and countering with ease. He moved like a storm, his every motion fluid and unstoppable, and Yano felt the gap in their strength with every exchange.
Finally, A's patience seemed to wear thin. With a faint sigh, he raised his hand, lightning chakra sparking between his fingers. "I guess it's time to end this charade."
Yano's heart pounded as he realized the danger. A wasn't playing anymore. He barely had time to react as A charged, his speed blurring, his fist crackling with lightning. Yano threw up a hasty defense, but A's punch broke through his guard, striking him in the chest and sending him sprawling across the ground.
He struggled to his feet, gasping for breath, every nerve in his body screaming in pain. A watched him, expression cold and unfeeling as he approached, his steps slow and deliberate.
"This is the end, Konoha shinobi," A murmured, raising his hand for the final blow.
Yano looked up, his vision blurring as he felt the crushing weight of defeat pressing down on him. At that moment, he understood that he was facing death.
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