Aiko WAP 29

This motherfucker was going to get twisted into the world’s first pretzel. Aiko bared her teeth at Tobirama. She was going to break his bones, boil him, and salt him to taste.

He was whipping through the eight billion hand signs for a water dragon. Unfortunately for him, ninjutsu had gone through some significant developments and distribution between now and when she’d learnt it. She knew what it was and it was easy enough for her to counter. Nostalgia for Kakashi’s idiot showmanship made her counter with her own water dragon. She truncated the signs and overpowered with yin chakra to make it work, leaning on Rinnegan-induced expertise. The stressed widening of his eyes when he saw what she made was absolutely delicious. Bitch.

The two jutsu collided with an agonized shriek and a heavy crash.

The sound of Madara and Hashirama’s fight cut off abruptly as the dumb assholes finally paid attention to their surroundings.

Aiko didn’t have time to give a shit. She cut through the heavy spray ignoring the punishing force of heavy water. It was going to translate to full body bruises. It was worth it for the aghast shock on her opponent’s face when she burst out and hit him with enough force to send him skidding backward across the water like a skater bug.

Haha. Loser. Aiko was grinning as she followed up. She didn’t bother with any jutsu. She wanted the catharsis of getting her hands around his stupid neck and shaking. She wanted to dominate him. She wanted him to know that he was pathetically outclassed and he’d fucked up by interfering with her plans.

A new sense pinged. Aiko switched her momentum and flipped up, over what turned out to be a thick stalk of Mokuton.

Huh. She was still upside down in the air when she latched onto Hashirama’s jutsu and twisted for control.

He screamed. Pain? Surprise? She wasn’t sure. She sent the wood back at him with much less finesse than he had. The force was nothing to sneer at. She used the branch as a bar to catch herself and flip right side up again.

Hmm. Tobirama on the river, Hashirama on the land. Madara staring at her with spinning eyes in the distance.