Dozens of enormous Iron Sand spears, whistling sharply, pierced the air. The wind pressure rattled the bulletproof glass of the cabin.
Shinya stared at the dark figure rushing towards him. His Sharingan, creating afterimages.
The barbs at the tip of the spear were clearly visible. He licked his chapped lips.
He gripped the control lever tightly with his left hand and yanked it towards his chest. His right thumb slammed down on the red-painted button on the control panel.
"Bang!"
The blue flames at the tail of the plane suddenly turned white.
The fighter jet's tailpipe exploded, creating a ring of white sonic boom clouds. The entire aircraft shot into the sky like a bolt of lightning.
The speed is too high. It violates aerodynamics.
Shinya was pressed firmly against the back of the seat. The air in his chest was squeezed out, and his vision blurred.
The anti-G suit's inflation pumps were working frantically. The air bladders inflated, and my thighs were painfully constricted.
Dozens of thick Iron Sand spears, each as thick as a telephone pole, grazed the fighter jet's belly and pierced through it.
It pierced through the afterimage of the sonic boom cloud and plunged straight into the thick gray clouds above, without causing a ripple.
It missed.
On the ground.
The Third Kazekage tilted his head back, the veins on his neck bulging as if they were about to snap.
He watched helplessly as the metal lump bent at a right angle in mid-air, its speed exceeding the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.
Kazekage bit down on the blood in her mouth and swallowed it down.
"Trying to run away?"
He clasped his hands together abruptly, his fingers intertwined tightly, the knuckles cracking.
Since it's made of sheet metal, it falls under the category of Magnet Release.
He closed his eyes. A massive amount of Chakra surged from the soles of his feet into the building ruins. Several exposed steel bars around him were instantly magnetized and rose from the ground.
The Chakra surged upwards through the air, directly locking onto the three lumps of metal ten thousand meters in the sky.
He wanted to shred the gears and pipes of those three planes from the inside out.
Inside the cabin.
Shinya had just caught his breath when his lungs started to burn.
"Beep beep beep--"
The red lights on the dashboard were all in one place. The alarm was blaring.
The oil pressure gauge needle swung wildly. The control stick began to feel stiff, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping the wings tightly from the outside. The fuselage emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound.
Shinya glanced at the radar screen. The strong magnetic field warning box in the upper right corner was flashing wildly.
He reached out and flipped open a paddle shifter with a transparent cover on the right side of the dashboard.
"Activate the electromagnetic pulse coating."
A layer of fine, dark blue electric arcs instantly appeared on the surface of the fighter jet's fuselage.
When the coating is electrified, it forms an absolute barrier.
Kazekage stood on the ruins of the building.
The hand seal he was holding suddenly dissipated.
He felt as if his Chakra had hit an electrified rubber wall. Not only was he bounced back, but it also stung him hard along his sensory pathways.
My heart felt like it had been slammed into it by a sledgehammer.
"Wow!"
Kazekage Ying lunged forward, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs splattered onto the stone slab in front of him.
He knelt on one knee in the rubble, his hands supporting him on the ground, panting heavily, making strange, bellowing sounds in his throat.
Loss of Magnet Release shielding.
The Iron Sand spears, weighing several tons, fell apart in mid-air, turning into ordinary Iron Sand and pig iron blocks.
Gravity took over everything.
Black iron chunks rained down on Sunagakure like hailstones.
Chiyo, gripping her cane, shouted at the top of her lungs, "Take cover! Get to the basement!"
It's too late.
A piece of cast iron the size of a tabletop smashed through a side hall of the Kazekage Building, causing the roof to collapse.
Several members of the Sunagakure Anbu were pinned under the beam, unable to even utter a scream.
Iron blocks rained down on the street. Mud houses were razed to the ground.
A civilian running aimlessly in the street was hit by a piece of iron and instantly turned into a pile of mangled flesh.
Blood mixed with green poison flowed freely through the village.
Kazekage stared at the horrific scene, her fingernails snapping off in the cracks between the bricks.
This is all the result of his own actions.
" Chiyo!" Kazekage gasped, "Puppet troops!"
Chiyo flung her cane aside. Her ten withered fingers suddenly spread open.
Blue Chakra Threads shot out from his fingertips, leaving a faint, visible trail of light in the air.
The doors to the underground warehouses surrounding the village were blown open.
Hundreds of wooden flying puppets soared into the sky.
It is shaped like a bat, with black animal skin covering its wings.
Each puppet had a thick stack of Explosive Tag strapped to its abdomen. The runes glowed red.
"Blast them to pieces!" Chiyo's fingers flew, her knuckles twisting from the excessive force.
The puppet horde resembled a dark cloud, swooping down on the fighter jets high in the sky.
The wooden wings flapped through the air, producing a dull whistling sound.
Shinya looked down through the bulletproof glass.
Countless wooden bats swarmed upwards, like a group of moths drawn to a flame.
He gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Push the throttle valve flat with your left hand, grip the control lever firmly with your right hand, and place your thumb on the machine gun fire button.
"Number Two, Number Three, fire at will."
The fighter jet nose-down, diving directly from an altitude of 10,000 meters.
The six thick gun barrels under the fuselage began to rotate.
The hydraulic motor hummed, and its speed increased faster and faster.
The Shinya was pressed.
"Da da da da da!"
The vibrations from the bottom of the cabin traveled through my entire body from the seat. My teeth were chattering.
The six-barreled Chakra machine gun spewed out two-meter-long orange-red flames.
The bright yellow spent cartridge cases poured out of the ejection port like a stream, crashing into the air.
The tungsten steel armor-piercing projectile, trailing a yellow tracer, lashed through the air like a fiery whip.
The first bat puppet disintegrated the moment it touched the fire whip.
The armor-piercing bullet pierced through the wood. The accompanying Lightning Release instantly detonated the Explosive Tag inside the puppet's stomach.
"Boom!"
A fireball exploded in mid-air.
The fighter jet was too fast; the puppet couldn't keep up with its wake.
Three fire whips swept back and forth in the air.
This wasn't an aerial battle; it was a one-sided mowing down of grass.
Wood chips flew everywhere. Explosive Tag detonated one after another.
It was like a spectacular fireworks display over the Sunagakure.
Burning wood and puppet remains rained down.
The air was filled with the smell of burning wood and Yakumi.
Less than three minutes.
Hundreds of flying golems. Not a single one left.
It all turned into charred wood chips.
Chiyo stood on the ruins, her hands raised in the air.
The Chakra Threads at my fingertips were all broken, hanging like a few lifeless cotton threads from my wrist.
She stared blankly at the empty sky, her body swaying slightly.
"Thump."
He plopped down on the pile of rubble, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"It's over," Chiyo muttered to herself, her old eyes completely gray.
The last bit of air superiority over Sunagakure.
It was crushed into powder by three metal shells.
high altitude.
Shinya leveled the nose of the aircraft and glanced at the radar.
The airspace is clean.
He pulled the control stick. The fighter jet performed a wild barrel roll in the air, its wings gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
The external fuel tank attachment points under the fuselage were released.
Two cylindrical objects fell down. They didn't explode.
Two plumes of pink smoke exploded in mid-air.
That's a smoke generator used for drills.
The damage wasn't significant. It was purely a taunt that stepped on the Kazekage's face.
The fighter jet spewed blue flames, leaving a white contrail.
It disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Only pink smoke remained, drifting slowly above Kazekage's head.
Konoha.
The underground laboratory of the Hokage Building.
There are no windows here. The ventilation ducts emit a low hum.
A large screen, taking up half the wall, was mounted on the wall. The image displayed static and noise.
Shu Shiraishi stands in front of the screen.
The screen freezes on the image of the fighter jets returning to base. Below them is the Sunagakure.
He reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out half a pack of cigarettes.
I cracked open a cigarette, put it in my mouth, and the tobacco flavor spread across my lips.
He pulled out a brass lighter and struck it with a "click." He brought the flame close to the lighter.
He took a deep drag. A red glow appeared around the cigarette butt.
A bluish-white smoke billowed out, obscuring half the screen.
Shu Shiraishi nodded.
He turned around, his military boots clicking on the white tiles of the sterile room.
Go deeper in.
In front of them was a three-meter-high, half-meter-thick stainless steel biochemical isolation door.
A red light was on by the door, indicating danger inside.
Shu Shiraishi walked to the door without stopping.
The infrared beam from the isolation door swept across his face.
"Laugh--"
The heavy, airtight door slid open slowly to both sides.
The air conditioning, carrying a strong smell of formaldehyde, sprayed out directly.
Shu Shiraishi stepped into the quarantine zone.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, flicked off the ash, and it fell onto the clean floor.
"The sky is under control."
He looked at the figure in the white coat inside the door.
"How's the progress on the ground, Hiruko?"