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A Flying Thunder God right in your face—tell me, are you scared?
But Black Zetsu was so inexperienced.
He only dodged the Flying Thunder God Kunai by turning sideways.
That gave Josuke an opening.
Well, it wasn't Black Zetsu's fault. Josuke hadn't revealed his abilities, and he had too many tricks up his sleeve. Three Tomoe meant a whole bunch of skills—he was leagues above those washed-up shinobi.
In the few moments Black Zetsu spent dodging, Josuke used the Flying Thunder God to teleport behind him.
But he didn't form a Rasengan in his hand.
Instead, he grabbed Black Zetsu by the neck.
"Chidori!!!"
(For those of you who were arguing earlier about whether it was Chidori or Lightning Cutter, quit arguing now. Josuke can use both. He's already a sixteen-year-old rookie, not the weakling he used to be.)
He formed a Chidori in his hand, aimed it at Black Zetsu's neck, and attacked. Afraid Black Zetsu wouldn't understand, he even took the time to explain.
"You can't even recognize the Body Flicker Technique? Looks like everyone in the Akatsuki Organization got in through connections. Oh, right—the Chidori needs time to charge!"
Black Zetsu was left completely bewildered.
"Itachi! Come save me!!"
Josuke cursed inwardly. You're quite the actor, aren't you? You think you'd die from a Chidori?
You've got to be kidding me.
I can't do a thing if you just burrow underground. You deserve an Oscar, you little show-off. Josuke smiled. Still, he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do, and that was enough.
In just a few seconds, the Chidori's glow had spread from a tiny spark until it lit up his whole arm.
"See that, two-faced freak?