"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Triangular Pyramid!"
The Third Kazekage created an iron sand triangular pyramid the size of a house and launched it at high speed toward the enemy. The iron sand, imbued with magnetic force, emitted a buzzing sound as it cut through the air, making it nearly impossible to evade.
"Triple Rashōmon!"
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, three massive demonic gates appeared in front of the giant iron pyramid. Towering dozens of meters high, even the tallest trees could only reach halfway up their height.
The three gates were adorned in red, green, and blue hues, each bearing a sinister demonic face with bared fangs. Their eerie eyes seemed alive, glaring menacingly at any intruders.
The Third Kazekage's massive iron sand pyramid pierced through the first two gates, tearing open a large gap. However, when it reached the third gate, the pyramid trembled violently, and its sharp tip abruptly broke off.
"Orochimaru!"
The Third Kazekage, his iron sand wings flapping, hovered in mid-air, looking down at Orochimaru, who stood at the mouth of the low mountain pass.
"I didn't expect even the Kazekage himself to show up…" Orochimaru's tone was relaxed, but the cautious gleam in his golden eyes betrayed his true thoughts.
Although Orochimaru had no qualms about using the corpses of his village's ninja for experiments, he still had his pride as a powerful shinobi.
If Kikyō Mountain were to fall to Sunagakure under his watch, it would not only tarnish his reputation but also hinder his future plans.
After all, the title of "Sannin" was something he had earned through relentless battles.
The Kazekage's hands moved swiftly, forming seals as fine strands of iron sand floated into the air, gathering in front of the damaged triangular pyramid at the last gate.
In the blink of an eye, the pyramid was restored, its sharp tip gleaming with a chilling light.
Under the Kazekage's command, the triangular pyramid began to rotate mid-air.
Moments later, it transformed into a high-speed spinning iron sand top!
Whirrr!
The iron sand top drilled into the last gate, producing a deafening roar as sparks flew in all directions. In mere moments, a crack appeared on the gate with a sharp snap!
The top's momentum remained undiminished, breaking through the gate entirely before diving toward Orochimaru with overwhelming force.
Orochimaru's golden pupils contracted sharply. Even before the iron sand top reached him, he could feel an invisible force pulling him toward it, as if trying to drag him into its deadly spin.
He extended his wet, crimson tongue, licking his lips in a gesture of madness and bloodlust.
But just as he was about to make his move, the ground beneath him transformed into a rushing wave of golden sand.
"Hmm? Golden sand? That kid?" Orochimaru's crazed expression froze, replaced by a look of uncertainty.
When he had tunneled underground earlier, he had clearly sensed that the golden sand user was still at the canyon's entrance.
Looking closely, he spotted a young man with short brown hair wearing a black ninja outfit and mesh undershirt, standing dozens of meters away.
The man had his hands pressed to the ground, unleashing waves of golden sand toward Orochimaru, restricting his movements.
"Another Magnet Release user?!" Even someone as experienced as Orochimaru couldn't help but reevaluate Sunagakure.
The village, long considered the weakest of the Five Great Shinobi Nations, had somehow produced three Magnet Release users without anyone noticing.
The kid who excelled in Magnet Release and sealing techniques was one thing. But even this Magnet Release user before him seemed to have at least one foot in the Kage Level.
There was no time for Orochimaru to dwell on the situation, as the golden sand waves beneath him suddenly sprouted several arms, reaching for his legs to immobilize him.
Bang!
In the next instant, the massive iron sand top controlled by the Kazekage followed closely, drilling mercilessly toward Orochimaru's body.
Golden sand scattered in all directions, and dust from the ground rose into the air, shrouding the battlefield in smoke and obscuring visibility.
"Lord Orochimaru!"
From a distance, the surviving Konohagakure ninja shouted in panic. Orochimaru had become their sole pillar of support.
With even the Third Kazekage personally joining the battle, there was no way they could hold their ground without Orochimaru.
"Rasa! Take over here. I'm heading to secure Kikyō Mountain!" The Third Kazekage's iron sand wings flapped powerfully as he soared toward the distant Kikyō Mountain.
"Charge!"
Below, hundreds of Sunagakure ninja roared with determination, unleashing a barrage of ninjutsu, shuriken, and kunai without mercy toward the Konohagakure ninja.
One by one, cold corpses were left to rest eternally on the battlefield.
"Shouldn't we head over there?" Scorpion asked, glancing at Sōmi, who had been standing still for a while.
"Don't rush. I just ate a soldier pill; let me recover some Chakra first."
"Your Chakra reserves are pretty full, right? Help me recharge the Starfall Rod," Sōmi said with a cheeky grin.
Scorpion sighed in resignation but still took the Starfall Rod handed to him. In an instant, his Chakra poured into the weapon.
The purple-blue rod began to glow with deep red sparks, flickering like ravenous beasts greedily devouring planets in a dark night sky.
Crack… crack…
As Scorpion continued injecting Chakra, the uneven surface of the rod started to shift and writhe. Dark blue liquid seeped out, filling the dents and restoring the rod's smooth surface.
Before long, Scorpion stopped his actions, and the Starfall Rod was fully restored. Holding the rod revealed the surging energy within, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Sōmi took back the Starfall Rod, feeling its warm surface, and asked, "How much Chakra did you use?"
"Hmm… about thirty percent," Scorpion replied casually, tilting his delicate face slightly.
"..." Sōmi couldn't help but lament the differences between people. Looking at Scorpion's vibrant red hair, he found it almost irritating.
"If dyeing my hair red could give me 'tons of Chakra,' I'd do it in a heartbeat…" Sōmi muttered, scratching his messy black hair in frustration.
For someone with such immense Chakra reserves, Scorpion's choice to become a puppeteer seemed almost wasteful.
If Scorpion had mastered Magnet Release, the power he could unleash would be terrifying—perhaps comparable to that of the Tailed Beast-less Jinchūriki.
Yet with his meticulously crafted puppets, Scorpion's current strength already left Sōmi feeling inferior.
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