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Bang!
Renowned for his usually good temper, Reto now seemed to have lost all restraint. In a maddened frenzy, he began to smash and destroy everything in sight inside the camp.
The news that had just arrived shocked him to the core. Watanabe Kaoru, whom he had regarded as his right-hand, had unexpectedly died by a seemingly insignificant creek.
Her charred corpse emitted a foul stench, and it took considerable effort for his subordinates to identify her.
"Uchiha!" Reto inhaled deeply, finally managing to suppress the rage boiling within him.
He picked up a scattered chair from the floor, sitting down and remaining motionless for a long while. The thought that had once crossed his mind resurfaced once again.
"Is this the price you marked?"
"Or... could Kaoru's death be just the beginning?"
As Reto sighed deeply, he remained unaware that the crisis was already quietly closing in.
At the southwest corner of the camp, a special, isolated area had been set up.
The purpose of this area was simple: it was where the bodies of the collected ninjas were stored.
At that moment, Watanabe Kaoru's pitch-black, charred body was laid there.
The ninja assigned to inspect the bodies did not notice that somewhere on her corpse was a peculiar symbol of unknown significance.
Night soon fell, and the area around the morgue was completely deserted.
Even the ninjas capable of catastrophic destruction generally preferred to avoid close proximity to a pile of corpses.
Under the dark sky, with the autumn rain pattering down, the morgue, which should have been silent, suddenly emitted faint sounds.
"…What is that smell?" Kyosuke frowned, reluctantly putting on the mask he hadn't worn in a long time.
It wasn't that he was ashamed; it was simply that the stench here was unbearable.
After killing Watanabe Kaoru, he had sent his clan member to a safe location before quickly returning.
Using spatial coordinates as a guide, he had successfully located the deeply hidden enemy stronghold.
Since the enemy had traveled so far to pay him a visit, as the local ruler, it was only proper for him to extend a greeting.
Watanabe Kaoru had been merely an appetizer. Tonight, Kyosuke intended to leave the enemy with an unforgettable memory.
He raised his hand and crossed his fingers in front of him, and with several loud bangs, five shadow clones appeared beside him.
"Heh, I knew calling me out wouldn't mean anything good." The second clone rolled his eyes, casting a glance outside the camp.
"Don't say that. We all need to work together, right~" The third clone habitually played the role of the peacemaker.
"Enough talk." Kyosuke waved his hand, signaling them to hurry up and carry out their tasks.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I'll stay here to cover you guys. If any danger arises, I'll just throw a bunch of kunai."
"Heh, really, thanks for that."
"We're all on the same side, so don't be so formal."
Soon, the clones scattered, each heading to different parts of the camp to begin posting explosive tags, which were meant to signify celebration.
When triggered all at once, it would surely be a magnificent display of fireworks.
"I am simply too hospitable," Kyosuke murmured with a slight pause, his gaze drifting towards the sky. "The rain tonight is especially heavy."
Boom!
The deafening sound of thunder struck, awakening countless ninjas who had been peacefully lost in their dreams.
As an apprentice of Lord Shamon, Monzaemon mood could only be described as foul.
Once, he had been at odds with Watanabe Kaoru, wishing countless times for that madwoman's untimely demise. Today, his wish was finally fulfilled, yet his mood had only darkened further.
It was not that he had developed any feelings for her. No man, aside from a masochist, could ever love such a woman.
Monzaemon was merely afraid—no, worried would be a more fitting word.
The technique of human puppetry was something even Lord Shamon coveted, and Monzaemon too, could not hide his envy.
Whoever mastered the human puppets technique would wield an unimaginable power, and in the Land of Wind, no force could stand against them.
When the time came, Lord Shamon would surely release the puppet-making techniques to the public, attracting a host of talented individuals to their cause.
The problem, however, was that by doing so, they were provoking one of the most formidable forces in the ninja world—Uchiha. Was it truly worth it?
Compared to others, Monzaemon possessed an exceptional sense of perspective.
Even if they were to defeat the Uchiha, the Senju clan would be left unchecked, and when the Land of Fire completed its unification, the neighboring Land of Wind would undoubtedly become the primary target.
He had already come up with a plausible excuse: they would use this invasion as the trigger.
"Sigh..." Monzaemon walked out of the camp tent, intending to open the sluice gates to release the water, when a fleeting shadow caught his attention.
"Who's there!" he called out, swiftly chasing after the figure.
"I am your father," Number Two responded with an eye-roll, raising a hand to form a seal.
Before Monzaemon could make sense of the situation, a violent explosion suddenly tore through much of the camp.
Boom!
Looking up at the stormy night sky, where the thunder never ceased, Number Two smiled lightly, and with a decisive gesture, dispelled the clone.
Soon, the exposed information reached the original body. Of course, he didn't even need to look to know the situation.
The camp was filled with the sound of exploding tags. If anyone wasn't prepared by now, the enemy might as well slit their own throats.
Inside the Commander's tent, Reto pulled back the curtain in front of him and stepped outside into the heavy downpour.
While others focused on the explosive tags, searching for traces of intruders, only he sensed something unusual in the air.
Quickly, Reto's gaze fixed on the thunder-filled sky.
He was a master of Magnet Release, his control over it far surpassing the Several Wind Kages of the future.
Not only could he manipulate metal and sand, but he could also sense the electromagnetic fields present in the atmosphere.
Through his sensitivity, Reto could feel the incredible energy gathering within the thunderclouds. If it struck, much of the camp would be devastated.
"It seems we have a distinguished guest," Reto remarked, as he slowly rose from the ground, controlling his body with electromagnetic force.
"Are you intending to strike with the power of nature's thunder?" he mused.
"How coincidental, I too enjoy making use of it."
With his right hand raised above his head, and under the control of his electromagnetic power, boundless lightning quickly gathered at his fingertips.
At the same time, the strange beast hidden within the thunderclouds finally revealed itself.
With eyes that seemed almost tangible in their ferocity, the thunderous Kirin locked its gaze on the enemy, letting out a silent roar.
In a distant corner of the camp, Kyosuke's eyes were filled with suspicion and surprise.
He had long known that the Five Kages, the ones who would end the Sengoku era, possessed terrifying strength.
He had assumed that this opponent would use golden sand or Iron Sand in battle, but he never imagined that the enemy had reached the level of controlling electromagnetic forces.
Kyosuke originally planned to take advantage of the rainy weather and use his Lightning Release: Kirin to heavily damage the enemy.
But now, the thunder beast in the clouds is only half its usual size.
Most of the electrical power has been redirected through Magnet Release, flowing into the enemy's hands.
"This is quite a formidable opponent," Kyosuke said, his eyes filled with excitement in the face of such overwhelming pressure.
With a single wave of his hand, the Kirin instantly descended from the sky, as though a divine punishment falling from the heavens.
Reto, however, showed no sign of concern. With a casual flick of his fingers, the electric pulse, already transformed into a lightning slurry, shot through the air.
Magnet Release: Electromagnetic Cannon!
The Lightning release: Kirin, which had performed extremely well since its inception, was completely wiped out from the middle with a single flick of a finger.
"Do you really think you can avoid it in my magnetic field?" Reto, floating in the air, slowly pointed in another direction.
Boom!
In less than a thousandth of a second, the electric pulse reached in front of Kyosuke.
The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to use the Flying Thunder God technique.
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