Scorch Release Ninja Pakura's Challenge

"What incredible speed, what immense impact force!"

Yashamaru exclaimed from the heart, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Rasa; he was a man who knew his craft.

Merely manipulating a few iron objects seemed far less spectacular than controlling waves of Gold Dust, but from a ninja's perspective, this combat style was far more lethal.

According to Newton's second law, an object's acceleration is directly proportional to the net external force acting upon it and inversely proportional to its mass, with the direction of acceleration matching the direction of the net force.

In other words, force is proportional to the rate of change of an object's momentum, which is also known as the momentum theorem.

This means the faster the speed, the greater the momentum.

The consumption required to manipulate iron objects is far lower than that of manipulating vast quantities of Gold Dust, and due to the velocity, both lethality and accuracy are vastly superior to Gold Dust.

Hearing thunder in a silent place—in this chaotic world, the only purpose of ninjutsu is to kill. At this moment, Rasa's lethality far exceeded what it once was.

Rasa smiled faintly, unperturbed by praise or blame. He flicked his fingers, and the various iron objects embedded in the rock pillars broke the sound barrier, returning along their original paths to their starting positions.

One hundred and fifty meters—well within his range of control.

This display left Yashamaru deeply shocked; the range of control was actually this vast!

What did this mean? It meant that Rasa would become a true weapon of war, mowing down lesser ninjas like grass!

Ask yourself, what ninja doesn't carry a few kunai or shuriken when they head out?

One moment you're eating a Military Ration Pill and humming a tune, and the next, your head is gone—who could you even complain to about that?

A few days ago, Chiyo had called him an elite among Jonin. Rasa estimated that he could now be considered a quasi-Kage.

His methods were singular, he lacked resistance to genjutsu, and his chakra reserves were not particularly abundant; just now, manipulating those heavier iron objects had consumed over ten percent of his chakra.

There was still plenty of room for improvement in the short term.

Just as Rasa was contemplating the future development of his abilities, he was startled back to reality by the sound of an argument and turned his gaze toward the source.

His brother-in-law Yashamaru was confronting the busty but brainless Pakura, and beside them stood a gentle, water-like woman with short, golden hair.

"What are you doing here, woman?

My brother-in-law is developing a new ninjutsu. Are you trying to spy on him, find his weaknesses, and wait for a chance to defeat him?

Let me tell you, it's impossible! My brother-in-law's new ninjutsu has no flaws!"

Yashamaru barked at Pakura like a little terrier, showing the potential to become the number one Rasa fanboy!

Pakura's face flushed slightly as she retorted, "What kind of training is this? Isn't he just copying the Kazekage's ninjutsu?

I just happened to run into your sister and accompanied her on a walk here!"

"Is that so, sister?" Yashamaru turned to ask Karura.

Karura gave Pakura a meaningful look, then smiled and nodded. "Yes."

The young couple hadn't seen each other for days and missed one another dearly; Karura had indeed been thinking of visiting her boyfriend, and she had indeed run into Pakura on the way.

However, Pakura had only followed along after hearing that Rasa was developing a new ninjutsu, and she certainly harbored some intent to spy.

"It doesn't matter. The world knows the power of the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, and they know his power comes from Wood Release.

But even so, how many people could defeat Hashirama Senju?

Not a single one."

Rasa waved his hand dismissively, causing Yashamaru to back down, though he still looked at Pakura with guarded eyes.

Cliques exist everywhere, and even within Sunagakure, there are different factions.

Rasa and Pakura were both standouts of the younger generation, each with their own supporters, though Pakura had fewer.

Yashamaru naturally supported his brother-in-law.

Rasa looked at Karura—with her outstanding appearance, elegant temperament, and gentle personality, she was, by any measure, the perfect candidate for a wife, fitting the traditional ideals of most people.

"You're here," Rasa said softly. It wasn't quite "true love," but he was certain he wanted to marry this woman.

"Yes."

Karura nodded, looking up at Rasa's face. He looked a bit haggard after a few days apart, and she whispered, "Yashamaru said you were having trouble, so I wanted to see you."

"It's not too much trouble; I can handle it."

In the original story, Sunagakure managed to survive without being wiped out; there was no reason why the outcome would be worse with him in charge.

Seeing the young couple being affectionate, and recalling the argument in the Kazekage Office a few days ago, Pakura felt a surge of irritation.

She looked Rasa up and down, a sneer of disdain curling her lips as she mocked, "The God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, is indeed invincible in the ninja world thanks to Wood Release.

But to compare yourself to the God of Shinobi? That is far too arrogant.

You are merely a successor who has taken up the mantle of the Kazekage and is picking up the scraps of others."

The air was thick with tension.

Rasa glanced at her, looking down at Pakura with a cold gaze. "What do you want?"

Pakura puffed out her chest and stared straight ahead, saying defiantly, "I want to fight you. I want to make you realize your own strength so you stop comparing yourself to the God of Shinobi and making a fool of yourself."

Just as the idols of the ninjas from Kirigakure were like Tobirama Senju, everyone in the ninja world acknowledged the power of Hashirama Senju.

Hiruzen Sarutobi being the strongest Hokage is much like the Third Kazekage's title as the strongest; it is essentially just mutual flattery.

"I have a very clear understanding of my own strength; I will neither be arrogant nor self-deprecating."

Rasa shook his head, then said calmly, "Very well, I grant your request."

Pakura was slightly stunned, instinctively asking, "Grant what?"

"I grant you permission to challenge me."

As soon as these words left his lips, Pakura was incensed, feeling even more displeased by Rasa's nonchalant and overbearing tone.

The look in Yashamaru's eyes as he gazed at Rasa was filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated admiration.

Brother-in-law is awesome! For a woman who thinks she's better than everyone else just because she possesses a Kekkei Genkai, you have to crush her with even greater presence!

Karura was somewhat surprised by the change in Rasa's personality; he seemed even more confident than before.

However, considering the major events Yashamaru had mentioned, such a transformation was hardly surprising. The human heart is the most fickle thing, and people must always grow.

They were all warriors of the world, not bound by excessive formalities; there was no need to pick a full moon night at the Forbidden City for a duel. Karura and Yashamaru retreated a considerable distance, intending to watch the fight.

Karura hugged one arm with her other hand, saying uneasily, "Pakura is a Scorch Release ninja, and I've heard she is an elite among Jonin. I just hope nothing happens to your brother-in-law.

If they truly lose their tempers and end up injured, the Kazekage might even punish them."

She was a truly virtuous woman.

Yashamaru, the number one Rasa fan, patted his chest with absolute confidence to reassure Karura: "Sister, you can put your heart at ease!

Brother-in-law's strength has greatly increased, and he is no longer inferior to the Kazekage. Taking down that woman Pakura won't be a problem.

Instead of worrying, you should be considering where you two should go on a date after my brother-in-law defeats Pakura in a few moves."