Three days later. The night was as dark as ink, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold, silvery glow over the vast desert.
Outside Sunagakure, an elite force of fifty men had quietly assembled. There was no weakling in this group. Each face bore the marks of time and hardship, their eyes like those of a desert scorpion—cold and deadly.
At the very front of the group stood three people. In the center was the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, who had taken off his Kazekage robes and put on a black outfit suitable for combat. On his back was a huge gourd filled with specially made Gold Dust, enough to submerge a small town.
Standing to his left was a tall, beautiful woman. Her name was Pakura, a hero of Sunagakure and the possessor of the Kekkei Genkai " Scorch Release." Her breath carried a terrifyingly high temperature capable of distorting the air. To Rasa's right was an old woman with a withered face but eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Her name was Chiyo, the highest advisor on Puppet Technique in Sunagakure and one of the village's most senior and ruthless elders.
" Scorch Release " Pakura, "Puppet Master" Chiyo, and " Magnet Release " Rasa —the three top fighters of Sunagakure have come out in full force this time!
Behind them Jonin twenty Jonin masters of Wind Release and twenty-seven top-tier puppeteers. This team wasn't configured for infiltration or assassination; it was for a direct, thorough, and utter annihilation of everything!
"Is everything ready?" Rasa's voice rang out in the silent night wind, devoid of any emotion.
"We can depart at any time, Lord Kazekage," Pakura and Chiyo replied simultaneously.
"Very good." Rasa nodded and took out a map from his pocket. It was a detailed topographical map of the area surrounding the Uchiha Sacred Land, which he had obtained through special channels at great cost.
"According to intelligence, the Uchiha Sacred Land was built on the site of the former Rock of Lamentation. It's surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one main entrance and exit." Rasa's finger traced across the map. " The Iwagakure forces are responsible for the outer perimeter, but their main defensive focus is on the north and west, to guard against Kumogakure and Konoha. The southern defense line is almost entirely blank. It's a vast, continuous desert, a harsh environment that they consider a natural barrier."
At this point, a cold smile appeared on Rasa's lips.
"They probably never dreamed that the desert isn't a barrier for us Sunagakure ninjas, but our home turf! Our route is simple." Rasa's finger slammed down on the location of the Uchiha Sacred Land on the map. "Everyone, cross this ' Sea of Death ' at top speed and reach the southern mountains of the Uchiha Sacred Land before dawn! Then, I, Pakura, and the Wind Release unit will launch a massive aerial attack on their city! Chiyo, your puppet unit is responsible for clearing out any ground targets attempting to resist or escape! Remember, we only have one hour! Within one hour, regardless of the outcome, everyone must retreat! We don't seek conquest, we seek destruction! Do you all understand?!"
"Yes, Lord Kazekage!" the fifty Sunagakure elites responded in unison, their voices filled with suppressed killing intent!
"Let's go!" Rasa gave the order, without further ado.
Beneath his feet, a golden sandstorm appeared out of thin air. The sandstorm transformed into a giant flying carpet, carrying him and the Wind Release troops behind him into the sky, shooting into the dark " Sea of Death " like golden meteors!
Pakura and Chiyo's puppet army followed closely behind like ghosts in the desert. They moved swiftly across the sand, leaving no trace. This was a funeral procession from the desert. Their goal was to bury that oasis that should never have existed.
Meanwhile, at the Amaterasu Academy, the Uchiha Sacred Land, it was already late at night, but the towering building in the center of the academy—the mental space simulation training pod—was still brightly lit.
Uchiha Gen'yō did not rest. He was personally supervising the initial training of the first batch of children who had entered the school.
"The essence of Chakra is the combination of spiritual energy and physical energy. What you are seeing now is the flow of Chakra within your own bodies through your meridians." In the Chakra visualization classroom, Gen'yō's voice was gentle yet clear.
A dozen or so Uchiha children, only five or six years old, were staring in amazement at the holographic image projected onto their arms. It was energy flowing slowly like a blue galaxy. They didn't even need to "sense" it; they could "see" the existence of Chakra. This teaching method lowered the barrier to entry for Ninjutsu training to an unprecedented level!
"Very good. Now try to concentrate your mind on your palms and imagine gathering this Chakra together."
Under Gen'yō's guidance, a seemingly the most intelligent little boy's eyes flashed with understanding. He stretched out his small, tender hand and, imitating Gen'yō, concentrated his mind.
A faint yet incredibly solid ball of blue Chakra actually appeared in his palm! Although it was only the size of a marble, it was indeed Shape Transformation of Chakra! A five-year-old child, on his very first day of school, had mastered a technique that many ninjas could never achieve in their entire lives!
"I... I did it! Chief Gen'yō! I did it!" The little boy's face flushed with excitement! The other children also cast envious and admiring glances his way!
Gen'yō patted his head with satisfaction, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. This was the future he wanted. A future where geniuses could be mass-produced. A future Uchiha bloodline would reign supreme over the entire Shinobi World.
However, in this warm and hopeful atmosphere, Uchiha Gen'yō suddenly stopped moving.
He slowly raised his head. His eyes, evolving into " Eye of God," seemed to pierce through the roof of the school, through layers of night, and gaze towards the distant southern horizon. There, he "saw" a golden ocean composed of endless sand rapidly approaching. The Chakra filled with an aura of destruction and greed made him feel a long-lost displeasure.
"What a spoilsport." Uchiha Gen'yō's lips curled slightly. The gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy coldness that could freeze one's soul. "It seems there are always some clueless fools who like to burrow into other people's rice bowls."
He turned around and smiled at the little boy who had just formed a sphere of Chakra: "Kid, would you like to see a grand fireworks display? A fireworks display made of sand."