Drunken Space Ninjutsu

Chapter 12

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You know babe, if you weren't an enemy, I wouldn't mind engaging you in a different kind of brawl. Know what I mean?" Inoichi said winking, after a quick clash with the only female in the room.

Shikaku rolled his eyes inwardly. Sometimes his friend could be really troublesome. It was not a tactic, the Nara knew that the Yamanaka really was flirting with an enemy during a fight. The fact that most kunoichi would get enraged and be less focused on the battle around them was an unexpected bonus.

To Shikaku's surprise, the girl didn't get mad because of the Yamanaka bachelor's innuendo. Instead, she seemed both disgusted and horrified. Strange.

Even her companions seemed to be quite disturbed by that, for some reason.

Seeing their adversaries hesitation, Choza charged them with a signature move of the Akimichi clan, the Human Bullet Tank. Shikaku had seen it innumerable times. Choza's body expanded and he started to spin with more force than a tornado, launching itself towards the intruders.

Only to be intercepted and repelled by another similar sphere of similar size. The bare-chested boy was the ball. He was using the Human Bullet Tank. How was that possible?

The two speeding balls collided and bounced around, obliterating everything in their path. Both groups had to jump away to avoid being crushed.

Inoichi started doing the necessary handseals for one of his own family jutsu and aimed it at the blond beauty on the other side of the room. After a few seconds, the blond man stared at his own hands in shock.

"It didn't work?" he whispered. Shikaku barely heard him.

The kunoichi charged Inoichi, screaming like a banshee, taking the older man by surprise and started to pummel him to the ground with a flurry of kicks and punches.

"What are you doing, Inoichi? Possess her!" Shikaku shouted without looking away from his scantily clad adversary, who was gazing at him in a cold, calculating manner that seemed to mirror his own.

"I can't! She's resisting it!" shouted Inoichi, who was still suffering under the girl's assault.

"PIG! PERVERT! SON OF A—" screamed the girl, hitting the man one more time for every insult thrown at him.

"What?!" exclaimed Shikaku, almost breaking eye contact with the only enemy who hadn't moved yet.

"I don't know! Argh! Let me go, crazy bitch!" the Yamanaka responded , as he struggled to defend himself.

Around them, the two spinning human balls kept clashing with each other, defending their comrades from the other one when he moved towards them.

Suddenly, the boy dressed in briefs started forming handseals.

His shadow started to morph and darted towards Shikaku, running over the floor.

'Impossible!' thought the jonin as his eyes widened. Instinctively he formed the handseals for the same jutsu the boy had just used, a jutsu exlusive to the members of the Nara clan.

The two tendrils of shadows collided in the middle of the space between them. Shikaku started ignoring the chaos around him. The girl's insults, Inoichi's comebacks and the two human wrecking balls...it didn't mattered anymore. This match was getting all his attention.

An external observer would have thought that it was a very static match, but it was not like that at all. It was like arm wrestling, only with shadows and chakra. And Shikaku was slowly losing, he knew that.