The Fox's Third Flash of Hope

Chapter 16

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Thanks for all the support so far. So, here comes a good part. Hopefully. I lack so much creativity that I couldn't even think of an interesting author note and had to copy the conclusion from last chapter.

Kansen wasn't going to be stupid. She was definitely not going to make the first move. She knew nothing about this man's abilities: his fighting style, his reaction time, the strength of his genjutsu. She could only stand and wait.

Hey, Kurama, I really need your help this time around. You're normally really bored, right?

Maybe, girl, maybe.

Thanks.

This time around, she could see how Washura cast his genjutsu. Or, rather, feel and hear it. The first thing that came to her attention was the whistling of wind through still air. It was undetectable to the normal human ear, but Kansen could hear it just fine. This was a closed room, breezes were impossible if it was completely still. At the same moment she felt her consciousness fading. 

Just before losing control of herself she realized what was happening. She didn't believe in coincidences. Suddenly the pressure pushing her body down to the ground eased, and the jinchuriki could stand up fully alert.

You owe me one, girl.

I owe you nothing.

"You're sending your chakra through the air," Kansen said out loud.

"Very good. Seems like my genjutsu really doesn't work on you. Fine then, I'm still going to win," Washura was still smiling.

Kansen was wary of what other tricks he might have up his sleeve, but she attacked anyway. First slash aimed for his neck. He blocked it with a kunai. The redhead had jumped into the air. Using one foot she kicked away his other hand and targeted his heart with a stab. So close. At the last second the Waterfall chunin dodged by pushing the shortsword he had blocked to the side and sidestepping.

Kansen was in midair and her back was fully vulnerable. Washura stabbed with his kunai. In midair the redhead spun around and knocked the blade from his hand with a kick. Using the leftover momentum she sliced his cheek and some of his black hair. Kansen landed quite a few feet away from him and narrowly avoided stepping on Niju. "Wind Style: Air Impact!" she cried, forming the wall of wind.

"Wind Style: Piercing Ark," Washura's smile had faded.

The much more experienced shinobi's jutsu took the form of a horizontal semicircle wave and rushed right through the wall of wind, scattering the stray flows of air. Kansen jumped and narrowly avoided the attack. Once again she took the offensive and began launching attack after attack, stab after slash. After a while of blocked attacks, Kansen realized that she was wasting time and energy, while Washura showed no signs of fatigue. A few times it had seemed that she almost had him, but at the last moment the chunin would dodge or counter.

She began pouring her chakra into her shortswords. First wind, then lightning. The blades began glowing blue, with the occasional flash of electricity traveling up the chakra conducting metal. This time when Washura tried to block, the swords cut a long dent in his kunai. His eyes widened when he realized his predicament. Not only were his weapons virtually useless, the electricity was traveling through the contact between metal to him. Quickly he kicked the redhead's stomach, sending her flying into the opposite wall. Before she hit the concrete, Kansen readjusted in midair once again, using the wall to push off using her feet. 

One strike. One chance. She couldn't afford to lose it.

The Waterfall chunin had brought this upon himself, so she didn't hesitate when she converted all the chakra circulating through her body to thunder natured. Her eyes took on the same blue sheen as her blades, and visible electric waves surged through her body. Her speed went beyond the visible range. Two long red marks crossing each other in an x appeared on Washura's torso. The electricity rendered him unconscious before he could feel the pain.

Kansen landed, and her blue aura faded. She was really thankful for the fact that her endurance was much better than four years ago and activating the thunder cloak didn't eat up all of her energy. If it did, she would be in quite the dilemma right now. Placing a hand on their foreheads, the jinchuriki dispelled Penami and Niju's genjutsu. Surprisingly they didn't wake up screaming, just really freaked out.

"I guess telling you guys to calm down is useless, so just be quiet and follow me," Kansen ordered.

Her teammates nodded and stood up along with her. Penami gasped when she saw Washura lying on the ground, blood seeping onto the floor.

"I did that," the redhead answered the unspoken question. She examined the steel door that blocked their exit. Judging by the sound it made when Kansen knocked on it, it was a few solid inches, made to prevent escape by shinobi. There was no way a few genin could bust through. "Nevermind, we'll just sit and wait."

Luck has a weird sense of humor. No sooner did the words leave her mouth did the door begin to slide open, no doubt activated by someone on the outside. The jinchuriki recognized it as the masked female that had attacked her back in Tatari Village. The genin quickly knocked her out with a punch, the mask flying off her face. 

Kansen activated her electricity cloak for the second time that day, and lightly said, "We're getting out of here by force." At first it went pretty well, the redhead flashing ahead and knocking out the guards, the brunettes following. Then they came upon someone with a better reaction time than the others. He had a Waterfall headband, and dodged the attack. 

"Water Style: Water Prison!" he cried.

As the water surrounded her and cut off her air supply, Kansen's electricity faded. Fear appeared on her face. Her vision dimmed. Her body went limp.

Drowning...........................

The water brought back dark memories. Four years ago she had woken up in the hospital a jinchuriki and a nobody. She knew not of her past, not of her name. Not of her parents, not of any familiar faces. She was skilled in combat, but didn't know who had trained her. Her abilities returned after a month, but she didn't know how she had acquired them.

Now, as the world before her disappeared into the watery currents spinning about...........voices.

Familiar voices, unfamiliar voices.

What have you done?!

-er fate.

The sounds blended into one another.

-aruto-kun!

Explosions. Incoherent screaming.

The cacophony dissipated, replaced by grave tones. She was cold..........

What should we do with her?

She did not ask to be brought into this world. The first voice she had heard.

First take her back to the village.

Silence.

I hope that idiot is making the right decision here......

Then a voice that had appeared only once in the memory, something about fate.

I haven't given up on you just yet, my hope. One day.....

I'll be coming back for you.

That was the most familiar voice, and there was something both loving and chilling in those words.

So, how did I do on the fight scene? I feel like I did a decent job, but................................I appear to have minor confidence issues when it comes to writing XD (._.)

Come on people be nice and give me some feedback.