| [Jan. 15th, 2017|07:28 pm] |
“Move,” snapped Raidou.
The radio in Ryouma’s hand continued to crackle with voices and static, but it was harder to hear over the rush of wind and the splashes of their feet as they raced towards the battle. As long as they could hear the electric discharges, Kakashi was alive, that was what mattered.
And then, between one step and the next, the radio voice became suddenly clear. “You’ll have backup your location in thirty. Over.”
The static resumed. “——need——soon——” followed by the clear voice again. “Negative. We have a Code S event at base. Backup arrives in thirty. Hold until then. Over and out.”
Ryouma, who was on point, flung a wild look back at his officers. “Translocation? If we kill them all?”
“No.” Raidou slashed a hand across his chest, reinforcing his order with ANBU sign. “Run.”
It was the right decision. Even if it cost them Kakashi and the baby. As long as they arrived in time to kill every one of the Kiri ninja, and retrieve or dispose of Kakashi’s body, Konoha’s presence would remain secret.
It was the right decision. Genma would have made the same call. And he hated it.
They ran right over a second body. Her face was a charred suggestion of human features. Genma had seen similar corpses of enemy ninja during the war, the result of the Uchiha Great Fireball jutsu. Kakashi must have copied it from one of them.
The closer they got, the more chakra-filled mist swirled, shrouding the battle and muffling its sounds. The hair on Genma’s arms stood on end, the air crackled, and lightning flashed inside the fog. “Tousaki, cast that jutsu!” Genma shouted. He flipped his own hands through Fukuda’s technique, Ram, Dog, Ox, Ram, and released a blast of Air and Water shaped chakra. The fog shredded away.
Five Mist Hunter-nin were arrayed around the edge of a small pond. A sixth lay unmoving at the water’s edge. In the center, there was a grove of trees, and high in the trees, a dark figure. One of the Hunters made a movement towards the water, and a bolt of lightning shot from the trees, arcing down to boil the water and sheen its surface with electric sparks. When the thunderclap that came with it died away, Genma heard the high, angry wail of a baby who needed to be fed. |
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