Saruto | The Bloodline Prophecy (Part 1)

Chapter 34: Attack on the Leaf Part 2: The Princesses of Konoha

"Damn it!" I cursed as I missed the mark on the Zetsu flooding through South Town Square.

As I whipped my head around, my hair created a cloak of black darkness over my face. For a mere moment, I was blinded before the force of my strike put it back into place behind my shoulders. The impact of the throw gave me a sensation of temporary blindness as I pulled my body off the digital billboard. Rubbing my head I could see a half-glitched advertisement reading Join the Scientific Tools Association!

On top of that, it was Denki presenting it. His boomerang movements stretched across the screen in a glitched and distorted manner. As I continuously blinked back to reality, I suddenly saw a Zetsu lung at me. Merely getting out of the way, I leaped 6 stories down and rolled out of it. As I swung my gaze back to the building, it nearly collapsed from the impact of the Zetsu.

"Shit! That was close!" I muttered to myself.

Looking around once more, I saw the Zetsu leap from my previous position on the billboard and at me once more.

"This guy doesn't seem to quit!"

Rolling my eyes, I channeled my chakra into my fists and activated my Gentle Step Twin Lion Fists before finishing the Zetsu with a shattering blow. I sent it straight back from where it came and even more. The glass shattered off the screen as it blew clean through it and through two buildings behind.

Panting hard, I started to realize that the number of Zetsu warriors was multiplying. For everyone I took out, 10 more showed up. Suddenly dozens began pouring from the alleyways and into the neon-lit square. They are trying to box me in no doubt. As I raised my fists and activated my Byakugan, I stood ready for them to lunge out at me in one attack. And as on cue they did. But suddenly they stopped and turned their attention towards the sky. It was begging to become cloudy. No doubt it will rain soon. Then a huge pulse filled the sky as the fog part. A figure with long black hair and dark pink clothing dove down from the skyscrapers and into the lower floor levels. With each stride, windows shattered.

"Shannaro!" She screamed.

As she slammed against the ground, I routinely held my ground as a shock wave ruptured sending the Zetsu down a few blocks and incapacitated. The force of the wind blew through me but I did not waver. AS the wind flew my way, my hair was sent back as I stared at the point of impact.

In the crater, a woman emerged from the clearing dust. She wore a black and red sleeveless qipao. On her neck stretched a zipper that ended just above her breast. With slots on the sides of the qipao, a white line pattern connected it to the change in color at her chest line. Underneath she wore low-rise black shorts that covered only her upper thighs which had wrappings under it on the left side with a pack strapped over it. On her arms were black armbands that covered her forearms. Getting up from her knees she casually walked over to me. To top it off, she wore thigh-high boot sandals to pull the whole look together. Lastly, her notably long hair was tied back in a low ponytail and red tie.

Climbing out of the crater and reaching me, she pushed her glasses up and cracked her knuckles. As she looked at me, I could tell that her Sharingan was still activated. I smiled at her.

"Damn, it's just as bad over here as on the Northside of Town Square!!" She cursed.

I frowned, "And it's only getting worse."

As I watched her brush the rubble off her arms and legs, I looked to the far side of Times Square to see more Zetsu warriors approaching.

"Damn, they just keep coming don't they?" I remarked, clearly annoyed.

As we raised our hands, ready to initiate ninjutsu against the Zetsu, suddenly they stopped.

"What the-" I mumbled under my breath before a white figure came down from the skyscraper and through the line of Zetsu who stood in their tracks.

The figure wore spiky white hair and a devilish grin. No doubt that he was an Otsutsuki. His eyes formed the look of delight. He was mocking us.

From this, Sarada and I relaxed our stance to show no sides of fear. However, we kept our stare of strength. There was no this bastard was going to undermine us.

Landing on the ground right in front of the line of the Zetsu army, he stroked his back in a charming banner before flashing us his pearl white teeth. I rolled my eyes in disgust and he took notice of this. He shrugs it off after his eyes drift to Sarada who was unfazed by his acts of charm.

"I feel so honored to be in your presence," he bowed, "the daughter of the Hokage, Lady Himawari Norimaki, and daughter-in-law of the Hokage, Sarada Uzumaki. The Princesses of Konoha"

Looking over to see Sarada, I could tell that she was unimpressed with his manners and shot him a glare. As my eyes snarked their way back to the man's gaze, his eyes lowered and his hands razed.

"Sorry, please excuse my informality," he rose from his bow to lock his gaze at Sarada, "Lady Sarada Uzumaki-Uchiha. Daughter of the infamous Sasuke Uchiha. Say where is the pops?"

Before I could let her respond, I interjected.

"Excuse my rudeness! But the informality is all on us. We don't seem to be familiar with you?" I laughed in an apologetic manner.

With his lips pierced and eyes narrowed at me, I exchanged to him a snarky and light smile. The shot glare then softened up into a confident gaze as he smiled once again and combed back his eyebrows neatly.

"Right, excuse me, Princess," he bowed once more, "My name is Chamushiki Otsutsuki. You might be familiar with my late uncle, Isshiki."

I watched as he lifted his head to sinisterly smile. My heart dropped and I felt Sarada's chakra flicker. She was just as in shock as us. Just when we thought he had escaped the Otsutsuki and their agenda for mass genocide.

"Don't worry we aren't here to kill everyone in this nice village of yours. Just our clan's intelligence members have come to the conclusion that someone in your village has inherited the royal bloodline of the traitor, Hagoromo Otsutsuki. And the blood is so precious to our clan, we wouldn't want to see the full potential of it fall under the wrong hands."

His smile stuck strong as I looked over to Sarda whose gaze saddened. There was no doubt she knew who he was talking about.

"Now, if you could just hand that person over peacefully, there will be no need for barbaric violence." He smiled once as his gaze drifted over to Sarada. He knew that she knew who he was talking about.

I watched as her stance stiffened and her eyes narrowed and glared. Her Sharingan was now reactivated and she pierced her lips. Her glare became that of something sinister and irrational. So this was the Uchiha look of Hatred. I felt uneasy to my core. What was Sarda going to do?