"If you precisely control the interaction between your localized magnetic field and the Earth's magnetic field, it is theoretically possible to completely negate gravity."
Kiyohara sat in his tent, studying Kurenai's Genjutsu notes while reviewing the Radical Spirit's lecture on magnetic levitation.
It was similar to Ōnoki's Earth Release: Light-Weight Rock Technique, which reduced the density of matter to enable high-speed, sustained flight. However, developing absolute magnetic repulsion was difficult. Kiyohara estimated that with his current chakra control, it would take years of grueling training to master frictionless flight.
Unless, of course, he completed the second dying wish and inherited the rest of the Radical Spirit's latent talent.
Over the next few days, the frontlines remained tense, but large-scale conflicts temporarily subsided. Both sides were licking their wounds, reorganizing their forces, and engaging in brutal, small-scale infiltration missions.
Kiyohara took the opportunity to voraciously absorb knowledge, converting his combat experience into tangible power.
BOOM!
A violent explosion suddenly rocked the encampment.
Kiyohara dropped the notebook and lunged out of his tent. The sound of secondary explosions echoed continuously. The smoke was rising from the rear of the camp—specifically, the secure sector where high-value Prisoners of War were held.
"Enemy attack! Breach at the detention center!"
The piercing wail of the camp alarm resounded across the base.
"Third and Fourth Squads, proceed to the rear sector immediately!" The camp commander's voice boomed through an amplification jutsu. "Intercept the enemy!"
Kiyohara's eyes narrowed. He instantly drew his Tachi and joined Kakashi, Kurenai, and Genma as they sprinted toward the plumes of black smoke.
They didn't even make it halfway before they hit the chaos.
Several command tents were burning to the ground. A dozen Konoha ninja were engaged in a frantic, losing battle against a small Suna infiltration unit.
But the most eye-catching figure was the slender, powerful kunoichi standing in the center of the carnage.
Kiyohara recognized her immediately: Pakura, the Hero of the Sand.
Floating around her were several orb-like, orange fireballs exuding terrifying heat. With every wave of her hand, a fireball shot forward. Any Konoha ninja it touched screamed in absolute agony as all the moisture in their body was instantly evaporated, transforming them into shriveled, horrifying mummies before they even hit the dirt.
Behind her, she was fiercely protecting a younger kunoichi who looked both terrified and overjoyed. It was Maki, the Suna sealing ninja Kiyohara had captured days ago.
'So she really staged a suicidal raid just for her disciple,' Kiyohara understood instantly.
"It's Pakura of the Scorch Release! Watch out for the orbs!" a Konoha Jonin yelled, retreating frantically.
Facing a Kekkei Genkai that killed instantly on contact, the Konoha forces hesitated, their offensive completely stalling.
At that moment, a blur of blonde hair arrived on the scene.
It was Tsunade.
She looked at the tragic scene in the courtyard, her golden-brown eyes locking onto the shriveled mummies. Her face instantly turned ashen. She took a trembling half-step backward, her delicate brows furrowing in deep distress.
"Damn it..." Tsunade spat softly, clutching her chest. The intense psychological trauma brought on by her crippling hemophobia made her hands shake. She couldn't step into the melee. She was practically half-crippled.
"Let me handle this!"
A steady shout rang out. Shirakumo Hayama, a veteran Konoha Jonin, drew his longsword. His figure blurred like the wind, rushing straight at Pakura.
His Konoha-Style Kenjutsu was exquisite; every swing unleashed a razor-sharp wind blade, attempting to pierce through the Scorch Release defense with sheer speed.
"Scorch Release..." Pakura responded coldly.
A blazing orb instantly expanded and detonated. The powerful, super-heated shockwave forced Hayama to abort his strike and cross his sword defensively, blasting him backward several steps.
Although he wasn't hit directly, his sword arm was severely burned by the ambient heat, and he gasped for breath in the oxygen-depleted air.
Other Konoha ninja rushed in, but no one could break Pakura's defense. They could only throw long-range jutsu, attempting to drain her chakra.
Seeing the stalemate, Tsunade knew she couldn't hesitate.
She bit her lip, forced herself to close her eyes to shut out the carnage, and bit her thumb.
"Summoning Jutsu!"
Poof!
A massive, blue-and-white slug materialized in the courtyard.
"Katsuyu," Tsunade commanded, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Help them deal with the enemy vanguard."
"Yes, Lady Tsunade."
Katsuyu reared back and spat a massive, wide-scale barrage of corrosive acid.
The acid collided with Pakura's Scorch fireballs. The extreme heat of the orbs instantly vaporized the acid, filling the courtyard with large, blinding clouds of pungent white steam.
Pakura was forced to shield Maki while simultaneously dodging Katsuyu's acid and parrying the harassing strikes of the Konoha Jonin. Her stamina was draining rapidly. She looked disheveled, her breathing ragged.
"Teacher!" Maki cried, tears welling in her eyes as she watched Pakura struggle.
"It's okay, Maki! We will break out of here!" Pakura gritted her teeth, her sharp eyes scanning the encirclement for a weak point. If she could block one more wave and create enough chaos in the steam, she had a chance to escape.
'I didn't expect Tsunade to actually deploy to the camp, let alone run straight into Pakura's raid,' Kiyohara thought, halting at the edge of the battlefield.
He knew Tsunade couldn't fight. But he also knew he didn't need to rush in.
'That woman is here,' the Radical Spirit floated out of Kiyohara's chest. Compared to a few days ago, the phantom was visibly more transparent.
"I see her," Kiyohara replied mentally.
He wasn't in a hurry. Once a dying wish was set, the parameters couldn't change. The wish was simply: Defeat Pakura. It didn't specify how. Defeating a Pakura with full chakra counted, but so did dealing the finishing blow to a Pakura who had her stamina ground down by Katsuyu and an entire camp of Jonin.
"Do you have any long-range jutsu?" Kiyohara asked.
The techniques he had inherited so far were mid-range. Pakura was over five hundred meters away, fighting near the detention block. Most standard ninjutsu simply couldn't reach that far without losing lethality.
"I have a few. They were still in development," the Radical Spirit muttered.
The Spirit performed a partial possession over Kiyohara's right arm.
Kiyohara felt his chakra automatically refining into Magnet Release. He raised his hand toward the distant soil.
Under the puzzled gazes of Kurenai and Genma, black iron sand erupted from the dirt, swirling into Kiyohara's palm.
The sand condensed into a dense, solid sphere. Then, the sphere was ruthlessly compressed by magnetic force, flattening into a jet-black iron coin about the size of a thumbnail.
Fine, crackling blue electrical arcs danced across the surface of the coin—the static discharge generated by the intense friction of the compressed iron sand.
"Place the highly conductive iron coin into an acceleration track composed of a polarized magnetic field," the Radical Spirit instructed clinically. "Apply an instantaneous, high-voltage current. The current and the magnetic field intersect perpendicularly. The resulting Lorentz force will push the coin with an initial velocity exceeding six hundred meters per second."
Kiyohara listened, a profound sense of déjà vu washing over him.
'A scientific railgun?' he thought, stunned.
It was a primitive version, of course. The Radical Spirit's jutsu only broke Mach 2, while the railguns of his past life's fiction reached Mach 3 or higher. But still...
'A Ninjutsu Railgun.'
"Why not make the projectile spindle-shaped for better aerodynamics?" Kiyohara asked.
"A coin is simpler," the Spirit replied. "A spindle shape requires hyper-precision control and consumes extra chakra to stabilize in flight. For this distance, blunt force is enough."
"I see." Kiyohara raised his hand, pointing his thumb and index finger like a gun barrel, aiming directly at Pakura through the steam.
"It's too far," Kurenai reminded him, stepping up beside him.
In the dark, steamy courtyard, she could only vaguely see the orange glow of the Scorch orbs. "Your jutsu can't reach."
She couldn't understand what he was doing. If he was molding Wind Release, she would understand. But he had just used Magnet Release to forge a tiny coin. What was he going to do? Throw it like a shuriken?
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