Complete Victory Over Pakura

The Land of Wind may lack many things, but it has no shortage of places to fight; after all, the land is vast and the population sparse.

"Are you ready?"

Pakura stood her ground in the distance, her fighting spirit soaring. Today, she was determined to show this redhead exactly what she was capable of.

Rasa stood with his hands behind his back. Since he had decided to put on an act, he might as well see it through to the end. He looked at Pakura calmly and said, "Anytime."

Tch!

Pakura spat in frustration. The saliva hit the desert floor, only to be evaporated into nothingness by the heat waves and scorching wind in the blink of an eye.

Damn redhead, who does he think he's looking down on!

Her hands moved like phantoms as she drew two shuriken and hurled them at Rasa. They fluttered through the air like drunken butterflies; even as a user of a Kekkei Genkai, Pakura never neglected the honing of her basic skills.

She then gripped a kunai, bent her knees, and launched herself forward, charging toward Rasa. Today, I'm going to beat your face into a pulp.

An instant later, Pakura forced herself to a dead stop, her legs digging into the desert sand like a braking mechanism.

Cold sweat beaded on her jade-white forehead, only to be instantly evaporated by the heat.

It hadn't even taken the time of a single blink.

The shuriken she had thrown at the start had stopped eerily just an inch from Rasa's throat, neither advancing an inch nor falling to the ground.

Meanwhile, a sharp short blade had appeared three millimeters from Pakura's own throat, its edge reflecting a blinding glare under the sunlight.

Pakura's throat bobbed. As her gaze swept down to the blade, her heart rate spiked. Her left hand quietly reached toward her waist, only to find that the short blade she had kept hidden there had already vanished.

What a bizarre ability!

Killing was actually quite simple; there was no need for Sand Tsunami or Sand Burial.

One only needed to take the enemy's kunai or short blade, place it in front of their throat, and wait for them to run into it and commit passive suicide.

"Your Magnet Release... has it reached a new breakthrough?" Pakura asked, her voice trembling. Rasa stood there without weaving a single hand seal, not even blinking.

That was the most terrifying part. If she had stopped even a fraction of a second slower, or if Rasa hadn't simply held the blade in mid-air but instead applied force, she would have died on the spot.

A truly bizarre ability—a first-strike kill!

"Mm, just a few days ago."

Rasa said calmly. The Magnet Release of the Third Kazekage and the original owner had too many limitations. If the Magnet Release they mastered was a single leaf, then the electromagnetic force he now wielded was a ten-thousand-year-old ancient tree.

Countless branches could extend from the trunk, and countless leaves could grow from those branches. Magnetism and magnetic fields were merely a single branch of electromagnetic force.

The two shuriken were forcibly twisted by the magnetic field into two iron butterflies. It wasn't a reconstruction at the molecular level; such Electromagnetic Force Precision was beyond the reach of Lv1.

The iron butterflies fluttered around Rasa before finally landing on his extended index finger.

Bringing his finger to his nose, Rasa sniffed the iron butterflies, as if catching the unique fragrance of the metal, and smiled. "Show me your real skills."

"With these petty tricks, don't talk about winning—you can't even get close to me."

"Because, I am the king of all metal."

All metal!

This was merely the starting point of electromagnetic force, yet it still deeply shocked Pakura. Even someone as strong as the Third Kazekage could only manipulate iron sand and exert a slight influence on weapons containing iron.

Had his Kekkei Genkai truly reached such a level?

She had always heard that the Uchiha Clan could awaken the Sharingan through experiencing pain, but how could Magnet Release be played this way?

Pakura grumbled inwardly, though she refused to admit defeat. She tossed aside everything on her person related to metal—the short blade from before, the silver hairpin in her bun—all of it.

She huffed twice, her face slightly flushed as she said, "You said that! The previous bout doesn't count; let's start over!"

Watching from afar, Yashamaru beat his chest in regret. "Brother-in-law is really something. He clearly already won."

"If he starts over with Pakura, what if something goes wrong?"

In Karura's eyes, there was only the image of Rasa, a man with a tiger in his heart sniffing the butterfly. She smiled gently and said, "Your brother-in-law will definitely win."

Karura, who had originally lacked confidence in Rasa, was now filled with certainty, perhaps influenced by his aura of absolute confidence.

Pakura's gaze was grave, as if facing a formidable enemy. The calm and composed Rasa exerted more pressure on her than any enemy she had ever faced before.

He was as heavy as a mountain.

She wove hand seals rapidly. "Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder!"

Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder was an ability similar to sand control with a high degree of freedom. One could use Scorch Release to create several fireballs and then use them in conjunction with taijutsu.

One could also fire the heat orbs directly at the opponent, instantly evaporating all the moisture in their body, or condense them together to create a massive explosion.

True masters usually relied on a single signature move to conquer the world.

"Hah!"

Pakura let out a low shout, manipulating the fireballs to shoot toward Rasa while she herself moved in a zigzag pattern, charging at him.

Rasa smiled. Child's play. The iron butterflies on his finger took flight, continuing to circle around him.

Electromagnetic force, activate!

A shuriken that Pakura had thrown far away suddenly broke the sound barrier, flying toward her and intercepting her on her inevitable path of approach.

Straining to bend her waist, Pakura dodged the shuriken, breaking into a cold sweat once more. It was too fast!

Rasa summarized the strike:

His current ability level was too low, and the restrictions were too great. To make metal break the sound barrier, he had to use Electromagnetic Force to create relative repulsion for acceleration, which meant sacrificing flexibility.

Without acceleration, simple manipulation lacked the speed required for aggression, leaving him relatively passive.

While Rasa pondered, several fireballs rushed toward him, yet he remained motionless.

A massive amount of chakra surged into the earth, transforming into gold dust. He then used Electromagnetic Force to extract the gold elements from the dust, along with various metallic substances from a patch of the desert beneath his feet.

He formed a metal barrier in front of him, intercepting the Scorch Release fireballs thrown by Pakura.

The gaps between the atoms in this metal barrier were relatively large; simply put, it was a collection of various metal particles gathered together, which would scatter back into sand once the Electromagnetic Force was withdrawn.

Its physical defense was weak, but its defense against energy was strong—a composite application of ninjutsu and Electromagnetic Force.

The metal barrier was scorched by the Scorch Release, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye until it fused into a mass of liquid metal fluid.

Rasa smiled and spat out a few words: "Many thanks."

The thanks were deserved; metal restructuring required atomic-level [Electromagnetic Force Precision], and Pakura had indirectly done him a favor.

He then multi-tasked, manipulating all metallic objects within a radius of one hundred and fifty meters to rise into the sky, filling it densely.

The sky suddenly darkened. Pakura looked up to see the sun obscured. Was this the power Rasa possessed at this moment?

Rasa then used Electromagnetic Force to accelerate the majority of the metal objects in the sky, raining them down upon Pakura like a downpour, sealing off all her escape routes.

Because he borrowed the force of gravity, the consumption was slightly lower.

If all the metal objects were replaced with snow, the scene would surely be beautiful: like a heroine in a television drama, surrounded by localized snow within a dozen meters.

Unfortunately, it could not be replaced.