"Magnet Release: Iron Sand World thod!" The Third Kazekage said coldly. Then, with a wave of his hand, three or four massive iron prisms shot toward Konoha.
Just as he was about to succeed, the corners of his lips curled up, as if he could already see the Konoha shinobi being torn apart by the prisms.
However, at that mont, multiple voices rang out.
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"
"Fire Release: Fla Bullet!"
"Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet!"
"Wind Release: Vacuum Wave!"
"Lightning Release: Lightning Fang!"
Then, the young Hiruzen Sarutobis all smiled at the sa ti. The real one chuckled. "Five Elents: Grand Collision Jutsu."
The original and five shadow clones simultaneously unleashed their techniques. The jutsu converged without canceling each other out. Instead, they complented one another, doubling the power of each attack.
The five combined attacks shot toward the Third Kazekage’s iron prisms. The Third Kazekage’s pupils shrank. Damn it! This chakra... Kage-level!
The composite jutsu completely shattered the iron prisms. The collision even kicked up a cloud of dust.
The Third Kazekage imdiately tried to retreat, but suddenly, a staff ca flying out of the smoke, forcing him into a clumsy dodge.
"What?" The Third Kazekage saw a staff descending from above. He quickly raised his right hand, channeling chakra to form an iron sand shield to block it.
Thud!
The shield groaned under the pressure. The Third Kazekage knew it wouldn’t hold for long. But the brief delay was enough for him to escape the dust cloud.
He leaped backward, swiftly moving out of the smoke’s range. Yet, sothing felt off. Why is the dust spreading? And this doesn’t feel like sand...
He pinched so of the gray powder clinging to his clothes and examined it. His expression changed drastically.
"Retreat! This is flour!"
As soon as he spoke, a blaze of fire shot toward him from the distance. "Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!" The Third Kazekage looked up and saw Hiruzen Sarutobi.
He imdiately ford hand seals and launched an iron prism at Hiruzen. Hiruzen glanced to the side and ford his own seals. "Shadow Shuriken Jutsu!"
One shuriken split into two, then four, then six, until finally multiplying into 256. They clashed against the iron prism in a flurry of sparks and tallic clangs. Though they couldn’t stop the prism entirely, they slowed it down significantly.
Then, with a quick substitution jutsu, the prism impaled a wooden log, leaving Hiruzen unhard. The Suna shinobi below, however, weren’t so lucky.
A deafening explosion erupted, instantly injuring 200 Suna shinobi. Their bodies were engulfed in flas, their agonized screams filling the air.
The Third Kazekage sucked in a sharp breath. He looked at Hiruzen’s forces—about 3,000 strong. He had only lost 200 n. 5,800 vs. 3,000. The advantage is mine!
He shot Rasa a aningful glance. Rasa understood and stepped forward, raising his hands. Golden sand gathered, forming countless sharp blades that shot toward the Konoha shinobi.
Jiraiya grinned. Finally, my turn! He slamd his palms onto the ground. A thick earthen wall rose, blocking the golden blades.
The sound of blades embedding themselves into the wall echoed continuously, but none pierced through.
Once the attack ended, Rasa’s face darkened. He looked up and saw a white-haired, pervy-looking shinobi. "Jiraiya?" he muttered.
The legendary Toad Sage and student of the Hokage.
Jiraiya, seeing no more attacks, dispelled the earth wall and imdiately started collecting the golden blades, stuffing them into a scroll.
Heh, free money! Free money!
Both Hiruzen and the Third Kazekage grimaced at Jiraiya’s shaless behavior. Rasa, in particular, looked like he was about to explode.
Hiruzen felt embarrassed. He’s my student! How can he act like this over so gold?
The Third Kazekage, anwhile, was disgusted. Hiruzen and Jiraiya are cut from the sa cloth—disgraceful! How can they just steal our sand gold like that?!
Rasa was furious. We’re in the middle of a battle! How can you just—ugh!
Jiraiya picked his nose and gave Rasa a look, as if saying, What? You got a problem? Your gold is mine now! Deal with it!
This only enraged Rasa further. With a roar, he raised his hands, his body levitating as he unleashed a massive surge of chakra. More golden sand erupted from the ground, forming a swirling vortex.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Funeral!"
This was an area-of-effect attack, and even Hiruzen couldn’t help but react. He glanced at Jiraiya and blinked.
Jiraiya’s scalp tingled. I just took a little gold! No need to go this far!
This ti, the Third Kazekage finally smiled. Good. If this hits, at least 500 Konoha shinobi will be crushed.
Jiraiya sighed, then his expression turned fierce. "Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld!"
He poured his chakra—not ordinary chakra, but the refined Sage chakra he had stored—into the ground. Though the quantity was small, the quality was unmatched.
The golden vortex slowed, its suction force weakening drastically. The Konoha shinobi snapped out of their daze and quickly retreated.
The Third Kazekage, sensing danger, prepared to use Magnet Release again. But suddenly, a black staff extended toward him at blinding speed.
His expression changed. An iron sand shield ford just in ti to block the strike. Clang!
He traced the staff back to its wielder—Hiruzen Sarutobi! That bastard!
The Third Kazekage hid his left hand behind his back, his eyes glowing red as he secretly gathered chakra. "Iron Sand Drizzle!"
Tiny iron sand pellets ford in his palm. Just as he was about to launch them, the black staff transford into a humanoid monkey.
It let out a roar, startling the Third Kazekage. But he quickly recovered, firing the Iron Sand Drizzle with his left hand while forming three iron prisms with his right.
Enma, the Monkey King, barely dodged the first wave, but the second attack grazed his chest, drawing blood.
"Enma, return!" Hiruzen shouted.
Enma shook his head. "No, Hiruzen! This scratch won’t stop !"
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