Naruto: Shikamaru's Story (Naruto Novels) by Higashiyama Akira Yano Takashi Ohsaki Tomohito

Author:Higashiyama, Akira,Yano, Takashi,Ohsaki, Tomohito
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781421589343
Publisher: VIZ Media
Published: 2016-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

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The brush in Sai’s hand was dancing. No matter how many times Shikamaru saw a tiger appear as the tip of that brush raced along the scroll in Sai’s opposite hand, he was caught off guard.

He tumbled off the stage and into the midst of the enemy. He didn’t have time to concern himself with Sai at that moment. His mind was reeling: Why wasn’t his jutsu working? How had his cover been blown? Was Soku all right?

Dodging enemy attacks, he turned toward Gengo once more. In the corner of his eye, he saw Ro, a dozen or more revolutionaries bearing down on and trying to pin him. The Anbu member struggled fiercely, but with that many men on top of him, resistance was all but impossible.

The claws of the tiger Sai had drawn ripped into Shikamaru’s cheek. The plastic skin of his disguise peeled away limply.

“I’ll get that mask off and have you feeling better in no time, okay?” Sai said, an innocent smile rising to his lips. His hand didn’t stop. Several more tigers surrounded Shikamaru.

“Why are you—”

“This whole time, you’ve been talking like you know me.”

There was no way Shikamaru could tell Sai who he was. His enemy might capture him and discover his true identity, but he could never give it up himself. It was an ironclad shinobi rule.

Beyond the swarm of revolutionaries, he could see the stage—and Gengo on it, composed, arms crossed, looking down on Shikamaru’s desperate resistance.

I have to get back there. Just one more time…

He launched a kunai into the air to strike the heads of the ink tigers and flew after them. Behind him, the tigers dissolved into a spray of black ink.

He hit the ground running. An overwhelming number of enemies lay before him.

Can you make it? Shikamaru asked himself as he wove signs with both hands.

Countless shadows stretched out in all directions from his feet. It was the art of Shadow Stitching—a jutsu to pierce an opponent with a shadow transformed into a needle. He could produce an infinite number of needles, which made the technique perfect for taking on a large number of enemies.

He decided to aim for the tigers and the enemies around him. His shadows spread out in a fan formation, and after he sent up a silent prayer, they wriggled up out of the ground all at once and shot toward the enemy.

“Go!” Shikamaru shouted, a battle cry. The shadows abruptly bent up into sickles.

“Enough of this futile struggle.” Gengo’s voice slammed into Shikamaru from the stage. At that moment, the shadows hurtling forward lost all momentum and slithered back to his feet.

“W-what did you do?” he asked Gengo, with barely contained rage.

How can his voice reach this far? Who is this guy?

“Huh? I know that jutsu.” Before he knew it, Sai was standing in front of him, blocking the way. “Is that you, Shikamaru?”

“Sai, you—”

“It’s painful to watch this pointless squirming.” Sai made his brush dance even more vigorously, and an enormous white and black tiger, larger than any of the others, pulled itself up from the scroll.

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