" Shu Shiraishi! I'm going to crush all of you lumps of iron into scrap metal!"
The Third Kazekage hovered in mid-air, coughing up blood and roaring madly.
Blood splattered onto the tattered white robe, instantly dried by the fierce winds high above.
Black Iron Sand surged in from all directions, like an inverted Dead Sea, obscuring the remaining sun.
Kazekage pressed his remaining intact right hand forward with all his might.
Because of excessive force, the fingernails dug four bloody marks into the palm of the hand.
He laughed wildly. The laughter tugged at his broken ribs.
He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he didn't care.
"Metal sheet? It's nothing but mud in front of my Magnet Release!"
The thing he feared least in his life was iron. Anything with even a little magnetism had to obey him.
He wanted to mold these tens of thousands of tanks into a solid ball of scrap metal.
It slammed into Konoha's largest command vehicle, crushing the people inside into a bloody pulp.
On the ground.
Several wounded soldiers from the Sunagakure, who were still alive, raised their heads.
His chapped lips parted slightly, and a glimmer of hope burned in his lifeless eyes.
The Lord Kazekage has made his move. The Sunagakure's defenses can still hold.
Inside the armored vehicle formation.
Hiruzen carried the heavy black metal camera, his knees slamming against the floor of the vehicle.
The camera is pointed at the sky.
He stared at the overwhelming black tsunami on the monitor, a hissing sound coming from his throat.
"It's over..." Hiruzen collapsed to the ground.
The metal base was digging into his collarbone. He forgot the pain.
The Uchiha officer next to him also lost his earlier arrogance.
The half-smoked cigarette he was holding fell out of his mouth, and a spark burned the back of his hand.
"Hiss." The officer shook his hand and quickly reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist.
That piece of Iron Sand was too thick.
The wind howled like thousands of wild beasts, making the armored vehicle's steel plates hum and rattle.
Even the sound of the tracks crushing the sand was drowned out.
Inside a giant command vehicle at the rear of the army.
The diesel generator hummed steadily, and the floor vibrated slightly.
Shu Shiraishi sat in a large leather chair, his legs crossed.
The hem of the black trench coat draped over the carpet.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
The monitor screens on the wall were completely blacked out by the overwhelming amount of Iron Sand filings.
Shu Shiraishi picked up the rough porcelain teacup next to him.
I took a sip of cold water. The water droplets slid down my chin and into my turtleneck short-sleeved shirt.
He put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it tapped against the control panel.
Orochimaru stood beside the control panel.
Yellowish eyes staring at the screen. Breathing a little rapid.
He held a notebook in his hand. The pen tip hovered over the paper, but he didn't write anything.
Shu Shiraishi extends his right hand, which is wearing a leather glove.
My index finger rests on an inconspicuous green button on the edge of the console.
"All vehicles."
Shu Shiraishi's voice was very calm, projecting through the car's loudspeaker towards the front.
"Activate the anti-magnetic armor coating."
Apply force with your fingers.
The button was pressed down firmly to the bottom.
"Click." The mechanical lock engages.
The order traveled along the radio waves and instantly spread throughout the entire army.
Tens of thousands of heavy Chakra and multiple rocket launcher vehicles at the front lines.
A burst of dense electric sparks suddenly erupted from the thick manganese steel armor surface.
The dark blue reverse electromagnetic pulse network resembled a layer of luminous scales.
Instantly, the entire body of every tank was covered with it.
A strong, pungent smell of ozone burst into the air, so intense it brought tears to people's eyes.
The Kazekage's Iron Sand tsunami, carrying devastating kinetic energy, crashed down with tremendous force.
"Boom!"
Black sand collided with sheet metal.
There was no Kakkō. There was no tearing or twisting sound of metal.
There wasn't even a dull thud from the armor plate denting.
Kazekage stood in mid-air, his maniacal laughter freezing on his face.
Old skin hung on his cheekbone, and the corners of his mouth were stiffly turned up.
He felt as if his Chakra had crashed into a slippery ice wall.
The magnetism was instantly severed. It couldn't hold anything at all.
A hail of Iron Sand rained down on the dark blue electromagnetic mesh.
Like the most ordinary fine sand, it encountered an invisible barrier.
"Splash."
The black Iron Sand slid softly down the tank's sloping armor.
They were all piled up next to the tracks.
Tens of thousands of tons of Iron Sand couldn't even pick up a single rusty screw.
Even the brass shell casings on the machine gun turret on the roof didn't budge.
The tank at the very front, equipped with a bulldozer blade, roared to life.
A large plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.
The tracks continued to turn, creaking and groaning.
It relentlessly crushed the black sand on the ground.
The Kazekage's prized Magnet Release creation was crushed into a lifeless pile of mud.
Inside the radar vehicle in the center of the convoy.
The Hyūga sat in front of the screen, the veins around his Byakugan still bulging.
He watched as the Chakra activity on the radar disappeared in patches, then tapped a key on the keyboard.
"Magnetic field interference resolved. External armor damage rate is zero."
The observer picked up the water glass beside him and moistened his throat.
"All crews continue advancing. Maintain formation."
The steel behemoth, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, didn't take the once-powerful figure overhead seriously at all.
The tracks rolled into the sand, leaving straight ruts.
Hiruzen lay sprawled in the train carriage, his hands and feet ice-cold.
He looked at the monitor. The black sand slid off the screen, revealing intact dark green armor.
Another major chunk of his worldview collapsed.
Magnet Release, which can manipulate all metals, was rendered useless against Konoha's iron shell.
The Uchiha officer breathed a sigh of relief.
He bent down to pick up the half-smoked cigarette butt from the ground, stepped on it with his military boots, and crushed it out.
"Damn, that scared the hell out of me," he muttered under his breath.
Put the walkie-talkie back on your belt.
In mid-air.
Kazekage's right arm hung limply at his side.
That powerful attack just now drained most of his health.
He stared at the intact green tanks below, his mind buzzing.
To hone this Magnet Release, he spent his childhood rolling around in poisonous sand.
He endured countless hardships before finally securing the position of Kazekage.
He thought he was the master of metal.
Now, he can't even break an antenna off someone's car roof.
Shame. Despair.
Kazekage Ying's gaunt face turned purplish-red.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently. He clenched his teeth tightly, blood seeping from his gums and dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"Impossible..."
His voice trembled. His remaining left hand flailed wildly in mid-air, like a drowning person.
"My Magnet Release... can't attract sheet metal?"
The once glorious image of a great power has become a joke.
He didn't believe in superstitions.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. The broken meridians groaned in agony, unable to bear the strain.
Kazekage suddenly bit her tongue.
He spat out a mouthful of blood essence into the air, where it turned into a red mist.
He clasped his hands together again, his fingers tightly intertwined, his nails digging into the flesh of his hands.
"Gather them!"
Kazekage roared hoarsely, his voice splitting into several fragments.
The black sand scattered beside the tank tracks began to vibrate again.
Since magnetism can't attract these monsters.
Then let's use pure physical weight to smash them into discus.
Black sand billowed into the sky.
They squeezed and rubbed wildly in mid-air.
Sparks flew wildly through the black sand, making a teeth-grinding metallic cutting sound.
Its volume was forcibly compressed to the extreme, resulting in an alarmingly high density.
A few seconds.
Countless giant solid iron spears, each over ten meters long, took shape beneath the clouds.
The spearhead gleamed with a cold, hard, dark light.
Each iron spear weighs over ten tons. They are densely packed, like an inverted black forest.
Kazekage was panting heavily.
The blood vessels in my eyes looked like they were about to burst. My vision was completely blurred.
He felt as if his internal organs were on fire.
This was the final blow, earned at the cost of his life.
I'll smash you!
He raised both hands above his head and pressed them down hard.
The giant iron spear plummeted straight down from a height of 100 meters with a piercing whistling sound.
It doesn't rely on magnetism; it relies solely on gravitational acceleration.
Hundreds of iron pillars tore through the air, producing sharp sonic booms.
The intention was to penetrate the tank's top armor and crush the driver inside into a bloody pulp.
Inside the command vehicle.
Shu Shiraishi leaned back in his leather chair, watching the rapidly enlarging black spearhead on the screen.
He reached out and tugged at the collar of his trench coat.
He pulled the corners of his mouth upward, revealing an undisguised, cold smile.
"Sucker Punch."
Shu Shiraishi removed his finger from the green button and tapped it twice on the table.
"Ta-da."
He turned his head and looked at Orochimaru beside him.
Orochimaru.
The voice was as cold as ice in December, exuding absolute dominance.
"Burn his toys."
Shu Shiraishi looked at the screen.
"Electromagnetic pulse bomb, fire!"