["Move faster, Boruto!!" Shikadai looked back, his heart nearly skipping a beat as the light-consuming wall of sand loomed right behind them!]
["I know!!" Boruto gritted his teeth, twisting the throttle to its absolute limit.]
[Yet the very next moment.]
[Pfft... clunk...]
[The motorcycle beneath them suddenly let out an ominous groan, violently shuddered a few times, and then its power vanished as swiftly as a receding tide.]
[No matter how frantically Boruto twisted the throttle, apart from the engine's weak, idling whine, the motorcycle refused to advance even a fraction of an inch, its wheels instead beginning to sink into the shifting sands.]
["What's wrong?!" Shikadai asked urgently.]
[Boruto jumped off the bike and tried to push, but the motorcycle didn't budge at all.]
[He crouched down to glance at the chassis, the color draining from his face in an instant, and looked up with a miserable expression: "Sand! It got into the engine! It looks completely jammed! It won't move!"]
["Damn it!" Shikadai spat out a mouthful of sand and made an instant decision, grabbing Boruto—who was still trying to tinker with the motorcycle—by the collar. "Forget the bike! Run!! Use your legs and run!!"]
[Right at that moment, Temari, who had noticed they were falling behind, actually whipped her vehicle around and charged back.]
[She executed a sharp stop, leaped off the bike, and unhesitatingly placed herself between the two youths and the approaching sandstorm, drawing her Three Stars fan from behind her back!]
["Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel!!"]
[A violent torrent of Chakra gushed forth from her mouth, transforming into countless sharp wind blades that savagely slashed toward the front wall of the sandstorm!]
[This was a powerful Wind Release capable of slicing through steel and tearing enemies apart.]
[However, human strength has its limits.]
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