Chp-52: Wolverine Cosplay and the Human Electromagnetic Cannon

"Mag... magnetic release?"

The tall ninja, feeling the crushing pressure from his metallic armour, suddenly realized something. His face contorted in shock as he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"I can't believe I used metallic armour to defend against a magnetic release ninja!"

The tall ninja felt like crying.

Floating behind him, the short ninja wore a blank expression, utterly confused.

"Magnetic release? What's that?"

"Is magnetic release really that powerful?"

Raising his hand slightly, Hyuga Satoru made the two ninjas feel even greater pressure, lifting them higher into the air.

Satoru couldn't help but marvel at how, with the increase in his electromagnetic power and proficiency, he was becoming more like Magneto.

The current scene was reminiscent of Magneto effortlessly overpowering Wolverine.

The tall ninja gritted his teeth, trying with all his might to bring his hands together to form seals.

Satoru clenched his fist, and with a sickening crunch, the metallic armour on the two ninjas contracted, accompanied by their screams, creating a gruesome spectacle.

When Satoru finally released his grip, what fell to the ground were two unrecognizable corpses.

Shaking his head, Satoru sighed.

"These two are really something, thinking they could use metallic armour to defend against my attacks. Without it, they might have been more challenging to deal with."

Satoru knew that ninja battles were rarely about luck or coincidence; they were about intelligence and power.

The enemy's fatal mistake was due to his ability to keep his true powers hidden.

Silver-faced Asura's persona was known as a cold-blooded killer wielding a strange, shape-shifting weapon, which led enemies to plan against that misinformation.

With a deep breath, Satoru directed his hand toward the ground.

Within a few breaths, the metallic armour on the corpses turned bright red, the surrounding temperature rising sharply.

Electromagnetic Furnace!

By using electromagnetic force to accelerate molecular motion, Satoru could create rapid temperature increases. This simple principle was extremely effective for disposing of bodies.

Within seconds, the bodies were reduced to a few molten metallic droplets, barely visible to the naked eye.

Shaking his head, Satoru mused that this black market might have another unsolved case.

With a light leap, he landed on a tree branch, quickly moving toward his next target.

...

On a hillside, a figure crouched, silently watching a group of ninjas on the road below.

The ninjas, their clothes stained with blood, appeared triumphant, their faces full of excitement.

"I didn't expect such a haul this time!"

"Haha, after robbing so many caravans, we finally got one with a few girls. What a treat!"

"We've had a great day. Let's rest and find more prey tomorrow..."

On the hillside, Satoru, listening to their laughter, frowned beneath his mask, a look of disgust on his face.

"These animals!"

He had taken on a mission from the Hokage to clear out bandits in the Land of Fire. While not exceptionally strong, these bandits were cunning, operating along the borders of the Land of Fire and the Land of Grass.

During his time in the black market, Satoru had been gathering intelligence on them, and he finally located them today.

But it seemed another caravan had fallen victim to them.

...

On the road, the bandits continued their conversation until the leader stopped, squinting at the figure blocking their path.

The figure, cloaked in black with a silver metal mask, stared at them with cold eyes.

"Who are you?"

Years of living on the edge had made the bandit leader cautious, not acting rashly.

The figure didn't respond. Three silver metal claws extended from his fists, gleaming coldly in the light.

The leader's eyes widened in surprise.

"Kill him!"

The bandits, enraged, charged at Satoru.

Satoru moved swiftly, appearing beside the leader in an instant, crossing his claws to decapitate him.

"Boss! Damn it... kill him!"

The bandits, eyes red with rage, charged.

Satoru showed no fear. Moving like a ghost, he punched a nearby bandit, his claws piercing through.

Oddly, the blood didn't drip off the claws but seemed to be absorbed by them like a sponge.

Suddenly, a huge axe swung down on his back, clanging against his metallic armour. The bandit wielding it felt a numbness in his arm, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What's happening?"

Satoru turned swiftly, slashing the bandit's throat with his claws.

Beneath his cloak, silver metal formed a protective armour.

"Enough playing."

Satoru sighed, realizing that while the magnetic fluid allowed for fun transformations, it was time to get serious.

The metal claws retracted, transforming into a fist covering.

The bandits' eyes widened in fear.

Satoru disappeared in a flash of lightning, reappearing beside another bandit. The bandit felt a powerful force smash into his chest, sending him crashing to the ground, cracks spreading like a spiderweb.

"What speed is this?"

The remaining bandits trembled in terror.

Satoru moved again, leaving a trail of blue lightning. The bandits couldn't react before being flung away like ragdolls.

For the first time, Satoru used electromagnetic propulsion on himself. The magnetic fluid provided armor and allowed for incredible speed and impact.

In essence...

He was a human electromagnetic cannon!

"Who are you? Why... why are you attacking us?"

Seeing Satoru's terrifying power, the remaining bandits shook with fear, unable to muster any resistance.

"Consider it revenge for the caravans you've robbed," Satoru said coldly.

Lightning flashed again, and screams echoed through the forest.

Soon, silence fell, the air heavy with the scent of blood. The bandits lay lifeless on the ground.

The silver metal mask melted away, revealing a young face.

Satoru gazed into the distance, feeling a change within himself. Perhaps it began when he faced the Mist ninjas alone, or maybe during his time in the black market...

He had become more like the original inhabitants of this world, angered by injustice and ruthless to enemies.

Perhaps it was a kind of assimilation.

He pondered silently.