Hey guys, here is the new chapter hope you will liked and read thru everything.
With the battle that will decide the next Kazekage and the world moving forward, who will be the winner: Crystal or Gold sands
If we hit 150 PW I post a extra chapter
5 new review I post a extra chapter
Don't forget to leave your power stones along with your comment if you have any ideas or opinions that could help me, as well as a review to continue showing your support.
Enjoy the chapter!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The midday sun in Sunagakure was not a mere light; it was where the heat struck hardest in the Land of Wind.
Thousands of ninjas and civilians crowded the village walls, prepared to endure the sweltering temperatures with tents to shield themselves from the sun.
The tension in the air was so dense that sweat cooled on the skin before it could even bead.
In the center of the desert, Daigo and Rasa stared each other down two forces of nature separated by twenty meters of sand that, in a matter of seconds, would turn into a field of technical carnage and ambition.
Daigo, with a calm that everyone noted, brought his right hand to his face. His fingers brushed the leather of the patch he had worn since the loss of his eye. With a sharp and decisive movement, he tore it off, revealing the socket where the pink jewel throbbed.
The Crystal Eye shined under the sunlight, reflecting the horizon with supernatural clarity, a gem so radiant it seemed to gleam with a world that any noble would envy.
There was no room for doubt. His feet sank slightly into the sand as he felt the vibrations of the earth, though they were becoming harder to sense as he prepared for the first move.
"Let's begin!" Rasa roared, and the desert answered his call with the thunderous sound of shifting sand.
Daigo didn't wait for the dust to settle. He struck the ground with his palm, injecting his chakra directly into the molecular structure of the sand beneath his feet.
In a blink, the air cracked with a sound like breaking glass. Dozens of pink crystal spears sharp as dragon fangs and as thick as tree trunks burst from the ground at a perfect angle, converging toward Rasa's chest.
The speed of the Shōton was legendary, capable of crystallizing even the moisture in the air to expand, and Daigo was using it with terrifying precision.
However, Rasa was no ordinary ninja to be intimidated by the scale of an attack. He didn't retreat an inch. He extended his palms outward, and from the ground beneath him surged a tide of golden sand that rose like a concave shield of gigantic proportions.
The Gold sand, much denser and heavier than common sand, received the impact of the crystal spears with a deafening metallic clang that echoed across the desert, sending shockwaves that made the village walls vibrate.
It was then that Daigo felt the anomaly. A sharp, almost unbearable hum for the sensitive ears of a shinobi began to emanate from Rasa's defenses.
Through his Seismic Sense, Daigo could feel that Rasa's chakra wasn't just moving the metal it was making it vibrate at a terrifying speed.
"Vibration?" Daigo thought, narrowing his eye and focusing harder on his seismic sense. "He's using electromagnetism to create an ultrasonic saw in every grain of gold."
Rasa had imbued his Magnet Release chakra into the Gold sand so that every particle vibrated at an ultrasonic frequency.
When Daigo's crystal extremely hard but rigid by nature made contact with the vibrating gold, there was no balanced clash of forces.
The crystal simply began to shatter. Rasa's vibrations acted as a crystal-destroyer, breaking the molecular bonds of the Shōton.
Within seconds, the majestic pink spears disintegrated into a shimmering dust that the desert wind swept away effortlessly.
"Your crystal is impressive, Daigo a true work of art that honors our village," Rasa said, as the gold floated around him in perfect spheres buzzing with lethal energy.
"But it's as you said: I know how your crystal works. Although it's strong, it is rigid. My gold is fluid, heavy, and I can make it vibrate with the will of the sand itself. Against the frequency of my gold, your crystal is but a fragile ornament. In this desert, gold is the strongest force, and I am the one who controls it!"
Daigo retreated with an acrobatic leap, avoiding a whip of gold that tried to snag his ankles from underground. His mind worked at a speed that surpassed his current physical capacity.
Wanting to see if his crystal was truly useless, he wove more hand signs rapidly, sending a Crystal Dragon toward Rasa at full speed.
Rasa merely raised his hands; the sand mirrored his movement, creating a hand of gold sand that struck the dragon.
This time, however, the dragon shattered upon contact, only to expand over the golden hand, encasing it in a layer of crystal.
Watching from afar, Daigo thought he had successfully trapped Rasa's golden sand. But as Rasa had warned, it only took seconds for the crystal layer to be destroyed by the vibrations.
Daigo now realizes that his shoton could not be used offensively or defensively only for mobility.
Using his Crystal chains Jutsu, he began to move through the desert, dodging Rasa's attacks.
As he evaded, it occurred to him to use his primary element, which he had trained to a superior level. If the crystal was vulnerable to Rasa's vibration frequency, he would have to attack from an angle the gold couldn't easily process: the raw mass of the earth itself.
He performed a series of hand signs with a fluidity that left the watching Jōnin speechless. His hands were a blur of motion, executing complex seals few in Suna mastered.
"Doton: Daichi no Gōrin! (Earth Style: Great Ring of the Earth!)" Daigo said, striking the ground with both fists.
The entire desert seemed to groan under the pressure. The ground beneath Rasa's feet sank into a sudden abyss a gravity trap designed to bury him alive before he could react.
Simultaneously, four colossal pillars of solid rock, which had been sand moments ago, emerged from the walls of the crater to crush Rasa in a cross-force.
Daigo's mastery of Doton was absolute. He was compressing the desert sand into solid stone through pure chakra pressure a process that would normally take minutes of concentration, performed in a fraction of a second.
The ninjas on the walls watched in awe; Daigo was proving that his arsenal wasn't limited to his bloodline, but that he was an expert in the basic elemental arts.
But Rasa was a veteran of countless encounters. Using his gold not just as a shield, but as a magnetic cloud, he slid between the rock pillars with an agility that defied his build.
The gold penetrated the micro-fissures of the rocks Daigo had just created. Rasa closed his fist, and with a burst of internal magnetic pressure, Daigo's rocks exploded from within.
Fragments of stone the size of houses flew through the air, forcing the ninjas watching from the front lines to use Shunshin to escape the range.
"Surrender, Daigo, and save us the time to prepare for the war. You know you have nothing that can stop my Gold sand. Your best weapon, the crystal, is completely neutralized by my sand."
"Maybe my crystal can't stand against your sand, but I'm not a one-trick pony like you. I have the earth, and I still have more!"
Knowing Daigo wouldn't surrender, Rasa began launching tsunamis of sand in his direction, which Daigo dodged or destroyed using stone spears and walls.
Thinking of his next plan, Daigo touched the ground again, causing walls to rise around Rasa.
Rasa didn't wait and attacked with his sand. Watching the attack, Daigo ran as fast as possible, placing explosive tags on the walls, destroying them one by one.
The exploding stone was launched toward Rasa, who was forced onto the defensive, creating a gold dome while using the Third Eye Jutsu to locate Daigo.
With all the walls exploded, Daigo saw his opening. Using a massive amount of chakra and performing hand signs, he slammed his palms against the ground once more.
"Doton: Ganseki Suishin (Earth Style: Rock Propulsion!)"
Sensing with his seismic sense Rasa's position inside the gold dome, Daigo forced a stone pillar to erupt from beneath him, launching Rasa and his dome into the sky.
With Rasa airborne, Daigo continued with another jutsu to try and end the fight.
Making new seals, he moved his hands upward in an X-shape.
"Shōton: Kurisutaru Ryū-Jūji (Crystal Style: Crystal Dragon Cross!)"
From the earth that had been turned to stone, two dragons formed and roared toward Rasa's dome to crash into and destroy their target.
However, Rasa observed everything through his Third Eye and manipulated his sphere to create a new jutsu.
"Kinsa Sōshō (Gold Dust Enswarm Lances!)"
Rasa's gold sand, which had been a dome, moved rapidly to form a swarm of lances that shot out to defend against the dragons.
Both dragons were shredded along with the stone pillar that had launched him.
Making all the effort and chakra that Daigo use useless
Floating in the air, Rasa looked down at Daigo with a hint of superiority, feeling like the strongest for the first time. This was what he had expected, and he had achieved it.
No Wanting to end the battle, Rasa raised both hands, closing his eyes to maximize his connection to the magnetic field. The color of the desert changed drastically.
The pale yellow of common sand was replaced by a blinding metallic glare. In a radius of two hundred meters, Rasa converted every gram of surface sand into Gold sand, extracting metallic veins from the subsoil with a big effort. The chakra cost was immense, but the effect was absolute.
The gold rose in four massive waves, each twenty meters high, surrounding Daigo.
There was no escape by land; the ground was now a shifting mass of heavy metal sucking his feet down.
The sky was covered by a net of metallic particles that cut like blades whenever the wind stirred them.
Daigo tried to create a reinforced earth dome with crystal layers to resist the imminent impact, but Rasa's vibrating gold was relentless.
The waves didn't just hit the defense; they chewed through it. The sound of metal grinding stone and crystal filled the desert a sharp screech that made many spectators cover their ears.
In a final movement of perfect coordination, Rasa closed his hands in front of his chest, intertwining his fingers in the village's unique confrontation seal.
The four waves of gold collapsed toward the center with clockwork precision, right where Daigo struggled to hold his ground.
The heavy metal compacted under Rasa's magnetic orders, eliminating every bubble of oxygen, every empty space, every possibility of escape.
"Sajin Haipamiddo! (Gold sand Imperial Pyramid!)" Rasa sentenced with a raspy voice, showing the exhaustion of his reserves.
The final impact created a shockwave that kicked up a dust cloud so vast it blotted out the sun for a moment, plunging the desert into artificial twilight.
When the dust settled, what remained in the center of the valley was a colossal and terrifying structure: a pyramid of solid gold, perfect in its geometry, nearly ten meters high.
It shined with a cruel light under the sun a smooth, seamless surface that seemed to say nothing inside could remain in its original form.
There was no movement. No noise. Only the dead weight of tons of gold pressing down on the body of a young man who, moments ago, seemed to have the confidence to defeat Rasa in the desert.
The silence that followed was more terrifying than the din of battle. It was the silence of a tomb.
On the walls of Sunagakure, the heart of the village seemed to stop. The cheers, the bets, and the technical commentary turned into a murmur of disbelief and horror.
Ilsa, Daigo's mother, choked back a scream; she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with an anguish that reflected the image of the golden pyramid.
Beside her, Haru didn't move, but his jaw was so tight his teeth creaked. His fists were clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms, drawing small drops of blood, and his gaze was fixed, almost hypnotic, on the base of the structure. He looked for a crack, a pink flash any sign that his son was still that miracle that defied death.
"No… Daigo… it can't end like this," Pakura whispered, stepping toward the edge of the wall. Her eyes shined with a mix of rage and pain. Her right hand moved instinctively toward the necklace Daigo had given her;
the crystal seemed to be dimming little by little.
She was ready to unleash her Shakuton and melt Rasa's gold into a puddle of lava, regardless of whether it meant exile or death. To her, Daigo wasn't just a Kage candidate; he was the person she loved most, and she wanted to confess her feelings to him after she his battle.
Sasori, beside her, remained as still as one of his puppets. His eyes were narrowed, his pupils dilated as he analyzed the density and conductivity of the pyramid.
As the village's foremost expert on materials, Sasori knew perfectly well that the hydrostatic pressure inside that structure, combined with the residual vibration of the magnetic chakra, was enough to turn bones to splinters and internal organs into a shapeless mass in less than ten seconds.
For the first time in years, a shadow of doubt crossed the puppeteer's face.
Chiyo and Ebizō, who had seen wars begin and end, shared a look of deep regret. They had placed their hopes in the crystal boy to keep Suna from being swallowed by the desert.
Seeing him now buried under Rasa's gold felt like the end of a hope that had barely begun to bloom a cruel joke of fate that preferred the old order over innovation.
Rasa, in the center of the desert, didn't lower his guard for an instant. His hands trembled visibly from the superhuman effort of maintaining the pyramid's magnetic cohesion. Every fiber of his body screamed from the chakra depletion; his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his breath was an erratic hiss through clenched teeth.
He knew he had used nearly fifty percent of his total reserves in this final attack. He was convinced that no one in the ninja world not even a Kage from another village could survive being buried alive under the pressure of the earth's densest metal imbued with chakra.
The ninja world seemed to have stopped in that desert. The golden tomb remained imperturbable, reflecting the sunlight as a reminder that, in the desert of Suna, seniority and the weight of tradition often crushed innovation and youth with implacable force.
The village's fate hung by a thread of absolute silence, as the shadow of the pyramid lengthened over the sand, marking what everyone believed to be the funeral of the crystal prodigy.
The shadow watching from afar only stared at the pyramid with curiosity.
End of Chapter