"Boom--!"
The air blast actually rolled over.
The remaining glass windows of the dome of the Kazekage Building were instantly shattered into dust.
Glass shards rained down on him.
The Third Kazekage raised his hand to block, and two bloody cuts appeared on the back of his hand.
He suddenly tilted his head back.
The thick layer of yellow-black poisonous smoke above Sunagakure was forcibly sliced apart by a violent gust of air.
A vacuum tunnel, 100 meters wide, appeared overhead.
Sunlight streamed down the passageway.
Three silver-white metal lumps hovered steadily in mid-air.
The streamlined fuselage reflected a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight.
There were no flapping wings. There were no Chakra Threads pulling them together.
Only its tail spewed out eerie blue flames. The surrounding air was distorted and warped by the intense heat.
Kazekage bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth.
A slight taste of blood spread in my mouth.
He stared intently at the three things suspended in the sky.
"What kind of steel monster is this?"
Five hours ago.
Konoha Underground Cave No. 3.
The airtight door slid open. Shu Shiraishi stepped in, walking through the iron mesh.
The military boots made the puddles beneath the mesh rattle and slosh around, producing a dull "clanging" sound.
The cave was filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and ozone.
Orochimaru stood in front of a row of scaffolding. His white coat was stained with several black spots.
He was holding a heavy pneumatic wrench, but he didn't have a firm grip on it.
With a clang, the wrench fell onto the metal plate.
Orochimaru didn't pick it up. He pointed to the silver-white machine above his head.
" Lord Shu. The First Chakra fighter jet is finalized."
Shu Shiraishi tilted his head back.
All-aluminum alloy shell. Short, sharp delta wing.
The nose of the aircraft is a sharp pitot tube. A row of teardrop-shaped bombs are hung on the belly of the aircraft.
Hundreds of Hyūga and Uchiha craftsmen were still busy on the scaffolding. Blue flames from welding torches flew everywhere, and sparks fell onto the iron mesh.
"Power," Shu Shiraishi began.
" The Chakra of the Four-Tails and the Five-Tails." Orochimaru bent down, picked up the wrench, and wiped it twice on his white coat.
"We compressed the Tailed Beast Chakra into a high-energy liquid battery and installed it in the tail of the machine."
Orochimaru's voice was hoarse, and he exuded a madness.
Top speed: 1200 kilometers per hour.
"As long as it flies fast enough, those scrap metal pieces in the Shinobi World won't even catch a whiff of its exhaust."
Shu Shiraishi reached out and touched the cold landing gear.
The metal has a hard texture. The surface is also a bit rough, as if it had just been polished.
Several workers pushed a metal cart past. The cart was full of gleaming yellow machine gun bullets. The wheel bearings were low on lubrication, making a screeching sound.
"Can we fly to the Land of Wind?"
Orochimaru nodded. "Fully loaded with ammunition, the range is enough to make a round trip to Sunagakure."
Shu Shiraishi turned around and tugged at the collar of his heavy trench coat.
"The sewage pipe has just been turned on." He strode outside.
"Those guys from Sunagakure are probably cursing right now."
He walked to the airtight door without stopping.
"Send the test flight team up."
Shu Shiraishi glanced back at the silver-white fighter jet.
"Take your fully equipped gear and go deliver a small gift to the Kazekage."
The perspective shifts back to the skies above Sunagakure.
The thin, cold air was sucked in by the engine and then spewed out as a raging blue flame.
Outside the cabin, there was a deafening roar.
Inside the cockpit of the lead aircraft.
Uchiha Shinya seated in the ejection seat.
He wasn't wearing a traditional ninja vest. Instead, he was wearing a thick, bulky anti-gravity suit.
A thick oxygen tube was attached to the helmet. Heavy, rapid breathing could be heard from inside the oxygen mask.
He pulled off his oxygen mask. "Cough."
My mouth was parched. It was my first time flying this thing, and my palms were covered in slippery, cold sweat.
He wiped his thigh hard and gripped the joystick tightly again.
Beneath the helmet and goggles, a pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly.
The veins at the corners of his eyes bulged slightly due to the high load.
Before me were countless mechanical instruments.
Hydraulic pressure gauge, altimeter, remaining liquid battery level, barometer.
Inside the round dial, white hands bounced up and down.
The Sharingan scanned this frantically fluctuating data into its brain like it was eating.
No need to calculate. Muscle memory directly drives the fingers to fine-tune the joystick.
In the air, a difference of even a millimeter can mean the plane crashes and everyone on board dies.
" Hound Two, Hound Three." Shinya pressed the radio button next to his thumb.
"Received." came the reply, accompanied by static, from the earpiece.
"Maintain formation. Ready to work." Shinya leveled the nose of the machine.
Through bulletproof glass.
The Sunagakure below looked like a muddy ditch that had been flooded.
A dense mass of people darted about in the street, like a swarm of ants in a frenzy.
Right in the center, the dilapidated dome of the Kazekage Building stands out prominently.
Two black dots stood on the dome. Those were Kazekage and Chiyo.
Shinya pushed the throttle valve in his left hand.
The three fighter jets descended in unison, their bellies brushing past the edge of the toxic smoke, kicking up plumes of yellow smoke.
"Height 120. Distance 800."
He stared at the optical sight directly in front of him.
A red crosshair illuminates on the bulletproof glass.
Shinya reached for the weapon control panel on the side with his left hand.
My finger touched a metal paddle with a protective cap featuring yellow and black stripes.
Lift it.
He pressed down hard on a red button with his thumb.
"Click."
A crisp click of mechanical unlocking echoed from the bottom of the cabin.
Below the belly of the aircraft.
The two flat armor plates slowly slid apart to the sides.
The large gears meshed, producing a dull, grinding sound. The smell of engine oil was carried away by the strong wind.
A heavy six-barreled Chakra machine gun descended.
The cannon barrel was dark and gleamed with the cold light of cast iron.
Behind the gun barrel was a bright yellow ammunition belt, filled with tungsten steel armor-piercing rounds as thick as a thumb.
Each bullet is sealed with high-voltage Lightning Release.
A belt of ammunition was dragged into an ammunition box deep inside the cabin.
The six gun barrels are driven by hydraulic motors.
"Buzz--"
It began to rotate slowly. The speed increased, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The red crosshair was pressed down along the dome of the Kazekage Building.
Fine-tune. Lock.
It tightly bound the figure dressed in a white Kazekage robe.
ground.
The strong wind blew Chiyo's gray hair onto her face.
She ripped off her messy hair.
The old man stared intently at the three iron birds hovering in the sky.
The sound of the fuselage sliding open was inaudible several hundred meters away.
But when that dark metal tube peeked out...
Chiyo broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
The sweat, blown by the wind, made my clothes stick to my skin, feeling icy cold.
Her intuition, honed from decades of dredging up corpses, told her: she was going to die.
That pipe contains something capable of tearing the entire building apart.
"Don't look at that broken metal shell!"
Chiyo screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice was broken into several pieces, like a shattered gong.
She slammed her cane heavily onto the stone slab, creating several cracks and sending stone fragments flying.
"Fire poison darts! Bring out every single anti-air crossbow from the warehouse!"
She suddenly turned her head to look at Kazekage beside her.
His face was full of fierceness.
" Lord Kazekage! Kill them!"
"Beat them down with Iron Sand shot!"
The Third Kazekage remained silent.
The muscles in his face were taut, and a hard bone bulged out of his cheek.
The veins on his neck throbbed with rage, looking as if they were about to burst through his skin.
He suddenly raised both hands.
No Hand Seals.
With immense force, he slammed both palms onto the dilapidated roof of the Kazekage Building.
"Bang!"
The stone slabs on the roof collapsed with a crash. Cracks spread out like a spider web.
His frenzied Chakra recklessly poured into the surrounding air.
" Iron Sand Spear!"
The scrap iron slag, originally scattered throughout the village, was half-dissolved by acid water.
There is also pure black Iron Sand buried deep underground.
It was subjected to a strong pull from the Magnet Release.
The yellow sand on the surface of the dunes was broken open. Black Iron Sand all rushed back and into the sky like crazy.
The Iron Sand were violently compressed and rubbed together in mid-air.
It emitted a sharp, cutting sound that could pierce eardrums. Sparks flew wildly through the black sand.
In just two seconds.
The black sand that filled the sky transformed into dozens of thick, black metal spears.
Each spear was as thick as a telephone pole.
The spear tips gleamed with a cold, eerie light, hovering densely in mid-air, blocking out the last sliver of sunlight overhead.
Kazekage slightly bent her knees and then suddenly straightened up.
Raise both arms upwards to support.
"Go to hell!"
Dozens of enormous Iron Sand spears.
With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air.
Like a black meteor shower flying backwards, fighter jets pierce straight up to a height of 100 meters!