The powerful blow threw the pajama-clad Rasa against the opposite wall, and to my surprise, with a pitiful crack, broke through it, creating another man-sized hole in the room. I rushed in, widening it, and almost got hit in the face with a kunai with a paper-wrapped hilt.
I barely had time to shield Samehada before the kibakufuda exploded, but I only got away with a slight ringing in my ears and continued to pursue my target.
The jonin not only had time to recover from the surprise attack, but also attacked back, creating a smoke screen, and he quickly retreated to the nearest window, but unfortunately for him, I didn't have to use my eyesight to find the enemy.
The blast seal delayed me for only a moment, which was not enough time for Rasa to get out of the house. A powerful swing of the scaled club called a great sword came out of the smoke and hit the shinobi who had time to react and block with his hands, but the difference in strength was in my favor, and the enemy went flying again.
The supporting wall shuddered from the blow, but it held, and I had a chance to assess the condition of the jonin before the next blow of the rumbling Samehada, who was actively devouring the other's chakra and transferring some of it to me.
Even though he'd been exposed to the poison and a successful surprise attack, Rasa looked very much intact, despite all the bumps and flies. Only the cracked snow-white skin on his face and in the gaps of his pajamas, and the sand that had begun to fall to the floor, answered the question of such survivability, though few could resist - the white-gold cloak.
The unexpected ease with which he had broken through the wall, with all that extra weight, was understandable. But the poison and Samehada had sharpened the armor, and gradually, the shinobi was losing control of it.
- Nara! What biju are you doing here! - The enemy wheezed, spitting bloody saliva and rising to his feet in a single movement to quickly move to the side and avoid another blow of the great sword.
- They give a good price on your head in Suna," I smirked through my protective mask, not thinking of stopping my attack on an unexpectedly agile foe.
Rasa was unexpectedly adept at taijutsu, continuing to fight off Samehada with his bare hands, even though each blow to his scales sent white sand spattering to the floor. For a few seconds we were at a kind of parity, where I couldn't get to his body and he had to go into a deafening defense, sacrificing large amounts of chakra to protect his arms.
The poison was noticeably doing its job, but the volume of an S-class fighter allowed me to ignore it for a while at a monstrous cost, and the former Kazekage was a tough nut to crack even in that state.
Of course, if I had only wanted to eliminate him, I would have used other methods, but the protective cover made it impossible to put seals on his body, as well as to use iryoninjutsu to turn him into a cripple with a single touch.
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