(If you've made it this far, please, godfathers, move those little hands of yours. Could you leave a five-star rating? QAQ)
A Flying Thunder God right in your face—tell me, aren't you scared?
But Black Zetsu had never seen anything like this.
He merely twisted aside to dodge the Flying Thunder God kunai.
That gave Josuke an opening.
It couldn't be helped. It wasn't Black Zetsu's fault. Josuke's abilities had never been revealed, and he had far too many tricks up his sleeve. Three circles meant a whole pile of skills. He was leagues beyond those washed-up ninja.
In the few breaths Black Zetsu spent dodging, Josuke used Flying Thunder God to teleport behind him.
But he did not form a Rasengan in his hand.
Instead, he grabbed Black Zetsu by the throat.
"Lightning Cutter!!!"
(Those of you arguing earlier over whether it was Lightning Cutter or Chidori, stop fighting already. Josuke knows both now. He's already a sixteen-year-old brat, not the fool he used to be.)
Lightning Cutter gathered in his hand and aimed at Black Zetsu's throat. Afraid Black Zetsu might not understand, he even explained.
"You can't even understand the Body Flicker Technique? Looks like everyone in the Akatsuki Organization got in through connections. Oh, right—Lightning Cutter needs time to charge!"
Black Zetsu was utterly bewildered by what he heard.
"Itachi! Come save me!!"
Josuke cursed inwardly. You're quite the actor, aren't you? Would Black Zetsu really die from a Lightning Cutter?
It made him laugh.
Even if you just burrowed underground, there'd be nothing I could do about you. The Oscar for Best Actor definitely goes to you. Josuke smiled, but his original goal had been achieved, and that was enough.
Within seconds, the tiny spark of Lightning Cutter spread into a brilliant glow that covered