Kimimaro stood transformed into a horrifying silhouette of bone, his body had fully embraced the second stage of the Cursed Mark of Earth. His skin had curdled into a dark slate-grey armor, stretched over a frame that looked less like a man and more like a predator. Black sclerae swallowed the light around his brilliant yellow irises.
With sharp teeth filled a mouth pulled back in a feral snarl, and six massive bone spines protruded menacingly from his back, casting shadows across the ground. A long tail tipped with sharp bone spikes lashed the ground behind him, while four stark, dark black markings slashed across his face... two curving like demonic eyebrows above his eyes, and two mirroring them below.
Across from him stood Sasori utterly unbothered, his expression was the same the eerie calm.
Kimimaro reached behind his back, his fingers hooking deep beneath the flesh of his cervical bone.. with a jerk, he ripped out his own spine. The cartilage connecting the individual vertebrae expanded with elasticity, making the bone whip instantly flexible and extending his reach to devastating lengths.
"Dance of the Clematis: Vine," Kimimaro muttered, his voice a gravelly rumble through his transformed animalistic voice.
With a flick of his wrist, the bone spine shot forward tearing through the air. The vertebrae extended fluidly toward the gigantic tetrahedron of iron sand that Sasori had previously used for defense.
But Kimimaro wasn't just aiming to strike; mid-extension, he manipulated each of the spine discs, sprouting a series of razor-sharp bone hooks to latch onto the construct and to get a grip on it.
Channeling the overwhelming physical might of his sage-like transformation, Kimimaro planted his feet, pulled back with terrifying leverage, and hurled the colossal iron sand construct towards the third Kazekage.
Sasori answered with a flick of his chakra threads, he countered by slamming his own cuboidal iron sand construct against Kimimaro's incoming attack. The sheer magnetic pressure shattered the structural integrity of the iron sand collapsed until they dissolved into a cloud of sand.
Yet, in the chaotic clash hidden within Kimimaro's blind spot lay the shattered remnants of the Hiruko puppet... the very shell he had destroyed earlier in the skirmish. Believing it to be harmless junk, he had completely erased it from his calculations.
It was a fatal assumption.
The severed puppet's floating head of Hiruko suddenly rotated upward from the debris. From its mechanical maw, a deadly salvo erupted.
"Eight Waves of Needles."
The air whistled as a dense blinding cloud of poisonous needles zeroed in on Kimimaro's unprotected flank. Snapped out of his focus by the sudden noise, Kimimaro whipped his head around.
He was a fraction of a second too late, but his combat instincts no less dangerous. He lashed out with the length of his spine whip, deflecting all of the volley in a brilliant display of reflex as they fell harmlessly, clinking softly.
All except one.
A minuscule needle... timed with a deliberate, delayed trajectory to bypass the main defense... grazed deeply into his exposed forearm. It was an error he could do nothing of, but against Sasori's famously lethal multi-layered toxins, a scratch was a death sentence.
Kimimaro didn't hesitate as there was no time for panic, no room for second-guessing. Channeling a massive surge of cursed chakra to expand his bicep muscles, he constricted the muscles in his arm, clamping down on the blood vessels with immense pressure to halt the circulation of the poison before it could travel upstream toward his heart.
With his free hand, he materialized a sharp bone sword. Without so much as a flinch of pain on his hardened face, he drove the blade directly into his own forearm, gouging out the flesh around the puncture wound. He ruthlessly carved away an extra layer of healthy tissue, ensuring that every last trace of the tainted area was excised, just in case the poison had already begun to seep deeper.
Barely half a dozen breaths had passed, the poison was neutralized, successfully kept out of his vital system. But almost immediately, the terrifying restorative properties of the Cursed Mark kicked in. Right before his eyes, fresh tissue began to writhe and regenerate albeit very slowly, knitting the wound back together.
Sasori gave a mocking round of applause, his joints clicking rhythmically.
"Fascinating," Sasori's voice with a hint of genuine amusement. "I honestly assumed you would slice off your entire hand to save yourself. Instead, you found a rather clever roundabout way out... and you still get to keep your hand intact."
Kimimaro's breath was coming in heavy controlled puffs as he glared at the master puppeteer. "You are far more cunning than Konan. A truly troublesome opponent."
"The playtime is over," Sasori declared, bringing his hands together in a sharp clasp.
"Iron Sand: World End Method."
Instantly, Sasori flooded the cavern with his magnetic field. The iron sand erupted, weaving together to form a gigantic expanse of branching spikes that mirrored the chaotic style of Kimimaro's own bone blooms.
The magnetic forces in the cave skyrocketed as the fierce repellent force generated by the two opposing fields scattered the iron sand across a massive radius. It bloomed outward in erratic, branching spikes that filled every conceivable angle, making movement virtually impossible and escape an absurdity.
"So, this is how I die, huh... No I still have my ultimate ten thousand spike bloom it should amount to something." He thought as he was preparing his jutsu.
Just as the apocalypse of iron spikes threatened to impale Kimimaro, a slow... utterly unsettling sound echoed from the recessed shadows of the cavern wall.
"Now, now... don't go forgetting about me, partner," a raspy slithering voice came from a snake-like figure who emerged from the gloom, a twisted smile stretching across his face. "Kimimaro here happens to be a very special person of mine. You really shouldn't go around bullying him like this... not under my watch."
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A/N: If Orochimaru didn't come Kimimaro would have died no question, even if he used the ten thousand spike bloom. Though he gave a tough fight Sasori's last attack is no joke however if Sasori had used his red sand hundred puppets they could have been destroyed.
Kimimaro is a low-mid kage tier level who gave a hard time for both Konan and Sasori, he needs something more to get to the next level.
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