Chapter 89: Impossible! Absolutely Impossible!

Relying on the Flying Thunder God Technique, Kazuyama activated it multiple times in rapid succession.

First, when he noticed the enemy closing in, he prepared the Wind Cutter Technique and used the technique for the first time, launching a surprise attack. He activated it again to teleport Rinkaku to safety, and a third time to bring Haru with him. The destination was a forest just beyond the border of the Land of Fire, a location he had marked beforehand.

"The Land of Fire is just ahead. Retreat quickly," Kazuyama urged.

"The one coming after us is Rasa, an elite ninja from Sunagakure and a wielder of Magnet Release," he added gravely.

Thanks to the chakra provided by Chōmei, the Seven-Tails, Kazuyama could use the Flying Thunder God Technique three times consecutively without a trace of fatigue. Instead, he felt invigorated, his energy surging. Beneath his mask, a flicker of fighting spirit lit up his face.

After all, anyone who feels an overwhelming surge of power within themselves would feel emboldened. Kazuyama was no exception. Yet, this newfound confidence came with a cost—it left him slightly unstable. This was the drawback of the Tailed Beast's chakra. Chōmei's chakra tended to amplify the emotions of its host, and for Kazuyama, it heightened one thing above all else: passion.

"Flying Thunder God Technique?" Haru muttered, his sharp eyes narrowing. "So, Rokudenashi is actually you, huh? Hahaha."

As a Sarutobi Clan elite, Haru recognized the technique immediately, along with Kazuyama's true identity. For a moment, a mix of emotions washed over him. Being saved by a kid? It was unexpected, even humbling.

"Alright, enough talking!" Kazuyama cut in sharply. "This place isn't far from the Land of Fire. Go get help. I'll handle the Magnet Release ninja myself!"

Kazuyama's determination stunned Haru. The rumors painted Kazuyama Gekkō as a coward, someone who shied away from battle. Yet here he was, exuding a fiery determination to face an elite Sunagakure ninja alone. Haru couldn't help but wonder:

Who collected this intel? It couldn't be more wrong.

If they were here, they'd probably say:

Hiruzen: …What's going on with this kid? How did we overlook this?

Sakumo: …Fight? Him? No way. Absolutely not!

Haru's voice broke the silence. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"What are you waiting for?!" Kazuyama barked, his tone sharp and urgent. "Go get help already!"

Before either Haru or Rinkaku could respond, Kazuyama vanished in an instant. The two were left staring at each other in silence.

"You know who he is?" Rinkaku asked, puzzled.

"Well…" Haru hesitated. "So, he's not just some sensor ninja after all. Damn it, I misjudged him."

"Forget it. Let's hurry and get help!"

…

When Rasa returned, his gaze fell on the lifeless body of his Jōnin. His expression darkened, anger boiling beneath the surface.

The enemy had planned this carefully, leaving no doubt that they had no intention of engaging him directly—at least not yet.

"Damn Konoha ninja!"

"Oh? Is that what you think? I came back specifically to fight you."

The mocking voice cut through the tension as the man in the cat-faced mask reappeared, standing atop a tree trunk. He looked down at Rasa, his tone dripping with derision.

"Hmph! So arrogant!" Rasa sneered, his fists clenching. "Don't think that just because you've mastered spatial ninjutsu, you can do whatever you please!"

With a sharp motion, he raised his arms. "Magnet Release: Gold Sand Wave!"

Golden sand erupted around him in a swirling tempest, its metallic gleam reflecting the setting sun. The storm raged, rippling with destructive power.

"Umahara, all of you, fall back!"

The Sanagakure Jōnin didn't hesitate. They knew well the devastation Rasa's golden sand could unleash and quickly retreated beyond its range.

"So much gold, Rasa. You must be worshipped in your village."

"After all, without you, Sunagakure would surely suffer economically!"

As the golden sandstorm engulfed the battlefield, Kazuyama's eyes gleamed as though reflecting the gold itself. However, his movements were precise and swift. With both hands, he hurled several kunai in all directions before pulling out a ritual kunai and a pile of explosive tags.

Each kunai bore a mark, part of his carefully prepared technique. Kazuyama was ready for battle.

"Kazuyama, my chakra is already affecting you. Do you really want to continue?" Chōmei's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with concern.

"If I increase the chakra flow, the Tailed Beast's outer cloak will appear."

"Just keep it like this," Kazuyama replied internally. "Burn some chakra. I'll run if I have to. Besides, I still need to carry the gold back."

Satisfied with his preparations, Kazuyama shifted slightly, testing the battlefield. For years, his Kekkei Genkai had shaped his path, but he had rarely experienced true combat. He had always avoided direct confrontations.

Now, with Chōmei's chakra coursing through him, he wanted to see what he could achieve. If Minato could use the Flying Thunder God Technique to fight 1v50, surely he could handle a 1v1. Besides, Kazuyama had his own unique fighting style.

"Do you really need to be so cautious?"

"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Strong Spear!"

Rasa, frustrated by Kazuyama's calm composure and the oppressive pressure of his chakra, couldn't hold back any longer. Condensing the Gold Dust into a massive spear, he launched it at the masked figure standing confidently on the tree trunk.

"Good timing!"

Facing the golden spear condensed from Magnet Release, Kazuyama was actually delighted.

He retreated violently, pinning the kunai in his hand to a tree trunk as the golden spear flew toward him. However, the figure that had clearly been retreating suddenly vanished. In the blink of an eye, Kazuyama reappeared, standing firmly on the tree trunk, now gripping the golden spear in his hand.

"I'll give it back to you!"

With a sharp throw, Kazuyama hurled the spear at Rasa.

But as the Gold Dust was under Rasa's control, he only needed to wave his hand slightly. The spear dissolved back into a swirling cloud of Gold Dust.

"No!"

The sharp shift in Rasa's expression came a second too late. While the spear had reverted to Gold Dust, an explosive tag had been attached to it.

"Boom!"

The explosive tag detonated, instantly enveloping Rasa in a thick cloud of smoke.

Kazuyama didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of the confusion, he sprang into action. He yanked the kunai from the tree trunk and launched himself at Rasa with breakneck speed, moving like a cheetah closing in on its prey.

"No way!"

Rasa emerged from the smoke, shielded by the Gold Dust he'd used to withstand the explosion. Sensing Kazuyama's rapid approach, he brought his hands together, summoning more Gold Dust from the ground. It coalesced into sharp spikes and shot toward the incoming figure.

But the attack was futile.

Kazuyama activated the Flying Thunder God Technique once more, vanishing mid-charge and reappearing directly behind Rasa. A standard kunai in his hand flew violently toward Rasa's back.

"Gold Dust! Defend!"

Even with his back to Kazuyama, Rasa reacted instantly, activating his defense. But what he couldn't see was the wicked smile tugging at Kazuyama's lips.

The kunai struck the golden sand barrier. But then, more objects appeared around it—explosive tags, seven or eight of them.

"Explode!"

With a thunderous roar, the cluster of explosive tags detonated in a deafening chain reaction, engulfing Rasa in flames and thick smoke.

Kazuyama smirked. Close combat? That wasn't his game. The Flying Thunder God Technique wasn't designed for fair fights—it was a weapon to torment his enemies.

He scattered his signature kunai to mark his positions, triggered the explosive tags, and teleported unpredictably, leaving his opponents disoriented and on edge.

Amid flashes of lightning and booming thunder, his relentless assault completely overwhelmed his opponents.

Unlike Minato Namikaze's graceful and precise fighting style, Kazuyama's strategy could be summed up in two words: dirty and despicable.

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