A Black-Hearted Double Strike

"Oh? And what is your plan?" Chiyo and Ebizo asked with curiosity, awaiting Rasa's reply.

Since the death of the Third Kazekage, Rasa's performance had perfectly aligned with their expectations for a Fourth Kazekage.

Possessing political acumen, formidable strength, and a blend of courage and resourcefulness, Rasa had repeatedly exceeded their expectations.

Whenever they felt he had reached his limit, Rasa would deliver an even more brilliant performance, as if to say: I am the only one fit to be the Fourth Kazekage; who else could it be?

At this moment, they were eager to know how Rasa intended to resolve this dilemma.

Once Roshi was returned, the future conflict between the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth would likely reignite, and Roshi would once again become a threatening force for the enemy.

"Elder Chiyo, have you ever heard of a condition called myocardial infarction?" Rasa asked mysteriously.

Chiyo nodded. Those who excelled in poisons usually possessed some medical knowledge; while her medical ninjutsu was far inferior to Tsunade, it was still at the level of an average jonin.

"Naturally, I have studied this condition before."

"Some people are born with narrowed arteries leading to the heart, or have them blocked by foreign substances later in life, preventing them from engaging in strenuous exercise."

"Once they exert themselves, the increased heart rate and blood flow cause the heart to suffer from severe pain due to insufficient blood supply, leading to hypoxia, ischemia, and other symptoms. If not relieved in time, the patient will die on the spot."

"Even if someone suffering from this condition becomes a ninja, their combat effectiveness is greatly diminished, unable to exert even thirty percent of their true strength."

Chiyo explained in detail; myocardial infarction was, in essence, a type of heart disease.

"If the myocardial infarction is acquired, and the heart vessels are blocked by foreign objects, then may I ask, Elder Chiyo, is there anyone in the shinobi world who can cure it?" Rasa asked again.

Chiyo pondered for a moment and replied, "I don't think so. Perhaps Tsunade of Konohagakure might possess such medical skills."

"But surgery involving the heart and its vessels carries too much risk. Even for Tsunade, it is unlikely she could have complete certainty of success."

Rasa smiled without a word. It wasn't just a lack of certainty; Tsunade had suffered from hemophobia since the Second Shinobi World War, and any heart-related surgery would inevitably involve blood.

Sending a heart patient to Tsunade at this time would be like sending a pig straight to the slaughterhouse.

"Please, follow me."

Rasa stood up and walked to the Gold Dust Coffin, manipulating the gold dust to form a square platform.

Roshi, still unconscious and with every joint and bone locked in place, lay quietly on the platform. For some reason, the Four-Tails Son Goku did not take the opportunity to go on a rampage.

Perhaps it had been battered into submission by Rasa's Heaven-Based Kinetic Weapon and had not yet recovered.

Chiyo and Ebizo followed Rasa, anticipating his next move.

Electromagnetic Force, activate!

Deep underground, fine metal particles of high density and hardness, weighing about an ounce, gradually converged in Rasa's hand.

Chiyo and Ebizo suddenly realized what Rasa was planning, and their estimation of him rose even higher.

This wasn't just devious; it was wicked to the core. However, they were more than happy to see such wickedness.

Rasa took out a shuriken and sliced open a major artery in Roshi's chest. As blood began to flow, Rasa manipulated the metal particles in his hand, guiding them through the wound and into Roshi's main artery.

Chiyo cooperated instinctively, using medical ninjutsu to stop the bleeding and seal the artery.

The human body naturally contains trace amounts of metal elements in the blood, but Rasa's Electromagnetic Force Precision was not yet high enough to control those.

He manipulated the fine metal sand, letting it travel through Roshi's main artery to the rest of his body, with some particles adhering to the vessel walls to restrict blood flow.

Other particles were sent into the left ventricle, attaching themselves to the heart.

With the surgery complete, Rasa snapped his fingers cheerfully and laughed, "To earn little is to lose; this way, we can minimize our losses."

"From now on, Roshi will never be able to engage in strenuous activity again. Otherwise, the metal sand hidden in his main artery and left ventricle will take his life."

"This jinchuriki is effectively crippled, and it will also greatly drain the energy of Iwagakure, as there are few suitable candidates for a jinchuriki."

"Until they find a new host, Roshi will be like a chicken rib—tasteless to eat but a pity to discard."

"Even if he ignores his life and fully transforms into the tailed beast in the future, it won't matter. Our losses won't be significant, and at that moment, I will manipulate the metal particles in his heart to send him on his way."

"The Four-Tails Son Goku will die once more and return to its wild state."

Truly awe-inspiring!

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! We pay a massive amount of resources only to get back a jinchuriki who can no longer fight."

"Once Iwagakure discovers the truth, they will surely be driven mad. I would love to see the look on Ōnoki's face then."

Ebizo clapped in approval. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself; Rasa's wickedness was built upon the foundation of what was best for Sunagakure.

Those who genuinely adopted soft-hearted policies toward potential enemies were all traitors—traitors in spirit and traitors in fact!

Rasa glanced at the Starry Sky Vortex in his mind. <strong>[Points: 407]</strong>

Once the negotiations with the Land of Lightning and the Land of Earth concluded and he altered the original plot further, he should be able to save up 500 points to raise his Electromagnetic Force Precision to Lv.2.

Raising the intensity to Lv.2 would require 2,000 points, so he wouldn't consider that for now; prioritizing his strength was more important.

If he currently possessed the strength to sweep across the shinobi world, he naturally wouldn't bother with underhanded tactics—wouldn't it be more satisfying to just show off his power? But until then, he still had to play a few tricks.

Sigh, this damned shinobi world has forced a pure-hearted youth like me into becoming a master of schemes. How bitter.

Thinking of something, Rasa suddenly said, "By the way, have the village's sealing experts place a few more layers of seals on Roshi."

"Don't worry about whether they're useful or not; just stack as many as you can."

"By the way, have them study the sealing jutsu Iwagakure uses to seal the Four-Tails. I recall our village's sealing techniques have always had flaws."

Even the sealing jutsu on Bunpuku had its defects; the only reason Shukaku didn't run rampant was that he had come to accept Bunpuku.

Whether Gaara would even be born successfully was one thing, but Rasa certainly wouldn't seal Shukaku inside Gaara in the future. Just look at the original plot—those dark circles under his own cheap son's eyes?

Still, learning from Iwagakure's advanced sealing techniques was necessary. Rasa would not pass up any opportunity to improve himself or strengthen his side.

That was just how grounded he was!

Chiyo and Ebizo nodded, summoned the village's sealing ninjas, and, following Rasa's instructions, went to work on Roshi.

The results of the clash between Ōnoki and the Raikage would likely take some time to arrive, and they couldn't just sit idle in the meantime. Might as well put the waste to good use.

Several days later, when Roshi finally regained consciousness from his coma, he was shocked to discover that he had been stripped bare and covered from head to toe in sealing jutsu.

A group of ninjas was bustling about him, treating him like a lab rat.

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