In quick succession, each attack found its mark. Seto was launched off of his perch, dropping away from Kazu down towards the ground beneath. Truthfully, the success sent a rush of exhilaration through his body. Never before had he been locked in combat with such a renown, revered foe. There was the fight against Shingen, sure, but Kazu was still just a young pup back then, a mere fraction of his current self. Since then, he had grown tremendously. His physique had developed, his form had improved, his mind had sharpened-- he was no longer the boy that needed to be shown the dangers of war. Being able to stand against Seto now, as strange as it was to think in the middle of such a chaotic battle, was inspiring.
Kazu's teammates wasted no time in pulling out the big guns. A giant snake rose from the ground under Satomi's command, carrying her and Maia atop its head to a perch above the battlefield. Seigi, however ... From him came something that Kazu found difficult to put into words. It was a behemoth of a statue, seemingly alive if the demonic scream that it let out was any indication.Where such a thing came from was far beyond him, the question of how Seigi came to control it an even further away answer. Now was not the time to question it-- with great haste the statue come soaring down from above, it's gargantuan foot intending to smash down onto the ex-Hokage. Instinctively, Kazu hopped backwards, applying chakra into his shoes in order to push off against the tree bark in order to propel himself quickly. The impact was just as he had judged it would be from the size of the beast. It landed with great force, the ground being torn asunder underneath it.
For a short moment, things were still. The Chuunin wondered whether that was it, whether that would be enough to finish Seto's resistance. That hope was shattered at the sight of a malicious chakra seeping out from the man's body, seen through the lens of his Sharingan eyes. Is that ..?!
He thought back to that day long ago in the market, when he had run into the elder Uchiha. Thinking on the things that they had talked about, he remembered one thing now clearly: the beast inside of him, the Shukaku. Kazu retreated further, seeing the fluctuation of chakra and preemptively readying himself for the burst of energy to come. Stuck underneath the weight of the demonic statue, the man would need a powerful explosion of force in order to free himself. That was something that Kazu wanted no part of.
Before long, it came. Safely outside of the shockwave's radius, the force had diminished into a strong breeze by the time it reached the brown-haired Uchiha. Debris scattered into the air, brought on by the destruction of most of the foliage around them. Kazu's eyes scanned the area, finding themselves drawn to the red and black cloaked beast the was left in Seto's place. "Is it what's fueling the darkness in your heart now, Seto?"
Kazu asked quietly, the question rhetorical in nature. His voice raised as he shouted out the next order. "We need to take him down before this gets any worse!"
Hopefully, they would all be able to continue the momentum that the team had built up. With Satomi and Seigi both in the game, the team of four now stood stronger than ever. Kazu just needed to make sure that the fight resolved before he ran out of chakra.
Quickly placing his hand against the tree trunk beside him, a subtle flow of intricate Fuinjutsu markings attached themselves onto the tree. With his safety net established in case he needed to make a quick getaway, Kazu dove in once more bravely, unfazed by the danger of going head-to-head against the overtaken jinchuuriki. Coming in this time from the man's back-left side, his body ducked down low to the ground as his left leg extended outward. With momentum carrying him into a spin, his foot dragged around until it came back towards the front, his heel digging into where he assumed the heel was on the beast's body. Hoping to kick the creature's footing out from underneath him. This was followed up by a sudden shift to the other side, his body disappearing and reappearing so suddenly that his opponent would likely still be mid-reaction to the first attack by the time that his second strike came in, mirroring the first one against the right leg this time. Were it that he still had the breathing room to move without immediate danger, a hand would be pressed towards the man's body-- preferably the back, but anywhere closer would satisfy Kazu's requirements if his targeted area proved too difficult to reach. From his fingertips, the same Fuinjutsu marking would subtly crawl out onto the Jinchuuriki's skin.