Fubar-ed?
Sharingan is probably one of the most obnoxious kekkai genkai I've ever seen. The famed Copy Ninja of Konoha made his grand entrance, copying and reflecting my suikodan no jutsu just as I finished the hand seals.
Needless to say, with another Sharingan user in the equation, more jutsus were out of the question. Unless of course, I managed to drain a significant amount of his chakra.... Ah! But Itachi seems to be determined not to let me have any fun; he curtly reminded me of the mission objective and the potential for more reinforcements.
Hmph. I stepped aside and let Itachi duke it out with the Copy Ninja. I'll admit, it was an entertaining battle; hardly an even match, though. The Copy Ninja, in addition to having only one Sharingan, had the added handicap of his comrades getting in the way, but he was still holding his own rather admirably against Itachi, who hardly had to bat an eye through the enitre proceedings. (I wonder if the Copy Ninja picked up that mizu bunshin no jutsu from Zabuza? Poor kid, still haven't gotten an accurate account of his death.)
And then there was the grand finale -- Tsukiyomi. It gives me the chills just watching Itachi use it. I've (gladly) never been subjected to the torment, but Itachi briefly explained some of the more...delightful aspects of the jutsu when I asked about it early on in our business partnership. It seems to be mostly psychosomatic -- convincing the target that s/he is actually suffering hours of physical torture, when in fact, only a few moments have passed. And indeed, the effects are virtually instantaneous; the Copy Ninja was physically and mentally drained in only a matter of seconds. He was still on his feet, however, and foolishly blurting that he knew more about the Akatsuki and our mission than we were comfortable with.
Ah, and those two words I've been waiting for: "Kill him." Music to my ears...
A little bit too distracted by the prospect of blooshed, I failed to notice a vivid green blur on the edge of my vision until it had lodged a well-aimed foot into my abdomen. What the--? Another shinobi? Was that taijutsu? Shit, that was fast. Itachi warned me "not to take him lightly". Uh, how can you take anyone with eyebrows and a bowl cut like that seriously?
The Copy Ninja, by now, was down for the count and the kunoichi took off with what I hoped could be classified as his corpse. I was ready for another round with this bushy-browed newcomer, but Itachi insisted that retreat was the best COA.
All in all, the fight was messy and unsatisfying. No confirmed loss of life. Little blood spilt. A sandal-shaped bruise on my stomach. What a waste of effort. I imagine there will be ANBU crawling all over the place...maybe I can swat a few of them down during our retreat...
But now we're back to the beginning on our hunt for the kyuubi. We definitely can't poke around Konoha any longer; our only hope is that we can nab him outside of the village.
Needless to say, with another Sharingan user in the equation, more jutsus were out of the question. Unless of course, I managed to drain a significant amount of his chakra.... Ah! But Itachi seems to be determined not to let me have any fun; he curtly reminded me of the mission objective and the potential for more reinforcements.
Hmph. I stepped aside and let Itachi duke it out with the Copy Ninja. I'll admit, it was an entertaining battle; hardly an even match, though. The Copy Ninja, in addition to having only one Sharingan, had the added handicap of his comrades getting in the way, but he was still holding his own rather admirably against Itachi, who hardly had to bat an eye through the enitre proceedings. (I wonder if the Copy Ninja picked up that mizu bunshin no jutsu from Zabuza? Poor kid, still haven't gotten an accurate account of his death.)
And then there was the grand finale -- Tsukiyomi. It gives me the chills just watching Itachi use it. I've (gladly) never been subjected to the torment, but Itachi briefly explained some of the more...delightful aspects of the jutsu when I asked about it early on in our business partnership. It seems to be mostly psychosomatic -- convincing the target that s/he is actually suffering hours of physical torture, when in fact, only a few moments have passed. And indeed, the effects are virtually instantaneous; the Copy Ninja was physically and mentally drained in only a matter of seconds. He was still on his feet, however, and foolishly blurting that he knew more about the Akatsuki and our mission than we were comfortable with.
Ah, and those two words I've been waiting for: "Kill him." Music to my ears...
A little bit too distracted by the prospect of blooshed, I failed to notice a vivid green blur on the edge of my vision until it had lodged a well-aimed foot into my abdomen. What the--? Another shinobi? Was that taijutsu? Shit, that was fast. Itachi warned me "not to take him lightly". Uh, how can you take anyone with eyebrows and a bowl cut like that seriously?
The Copy Ninja, by now, was down for the count and the kunoichi took off with what I hoped could be classified as his corpse. I was ready for another round with this bushy-browed newcomer, but Itachi insisted that retreat was the best COA.
All in all, the fight was messy and unsatisfying. No confirmed loss of life. Little blood spilt. A sandal-shaped bruise on my stomach. What a waste of effort. I imagine there will be ANBU crawling all over the place...maybe I can swat a few of them down during our retreat...
But now we're back to the beginning on our hunt for the kyuubi. We definitely can't poke around Konoha any longer; our only hope is that we can nab him outside of the village.