The familiar voice rang out in his mind right on schedule, and Kiyohara snapped to attention.
He quickly made up an excuse to step away from the others reinforcing the defenses and slipped behind a crumbled wall overlooking part of the coastline.
At the same time, faint ripples spread through his consciousness.
A new urn slowly surfaced into view.
This time, it was completely different from the last two.
It wasn't wood, nor ordinary ceramic, but a rough, dark stone box that looked like it had metal ore mixed into it.
On its surface was carved a symbol Kiyohara recognized at once—the forehead protector emblem of Sunagakure.
"A Suna emblem?"
His heart skipped, a pang of unease rising.
"Don't tell me this is a version of me from another village…"
Before he could say anything, the stone urn trembled slightly.
Inside, a voice began to leak out.
"Cheh!"
"Even if I die today, I'm killing you lot of worthless trash!"
"…?"
The strange outburst made Kiyohara raise an eyebrow.
As the voice faded, a phantom figure emerged.
He looked young, seven or eight-tenths like Kiyohara in the face—but had a very different aura.
He wore standard Suna gear, with a Sand forehead protector marked by a horizontal slash.
"Oh? I'm dead, huh?"
The future Kiyohara glanced at his transparent hands, then at the younger Kiyohara, brows lifting in surprise.
So he wasn't still in the middle of the fight.
"Didn't think the so-called 'Willbook' was real. You die, and your soul gets packaged off to another timeline version of yourself. Shame I only finished one wish—barely passed something down," he muttered.
His memories still sat in that moment—him alone, fighting dozens of ninja.
He didn't even know exactly how he died.
"You're… the Suna version of me?" Kiyohara asked.
"That's right. I was a shinobi of Sunagakure. And I awakened the Magnet Release bloodline," the Sand Kiyohara said, tapping his scratched forehead protector.
"Magnet Release… a bloodline," Kiyohara thought, unable to stop the thrill that followed.
This was good.
With a bloodline, his time in the shinobi world would finally be more than just "freeloading civilian."
He'd be stepping out of the "normal ninja" category.
And Magnet Release wasn't some ability he'd have to hide forever.
The real question was how to show it.
Suddenly manifesting it out of nowhere would be suspicious—better to reveal it bit by bit.
He could first let it be known he was exploring bloodline-adjacent chakra combinations, then "develop" something new, then show proof.
Besides, Magnet Release wasn't exclusive to Suna. Apart from their shinobi, Kumo's Toroi had it too.
Kiyohara could reasonably say he was Konoha-born for three generations, with some older ninja blood mixed in the family somewhere.
Konoha was only a few decades old; back then, most clans were still intermixed.
"How did you die?" Kiyohara asked carefully.
The cause of death often intertwined with their last wishes.
"Die?" Sand Kiyohara snorted, folding his arms.
"I just thought the ninja village system had gotten too… domesticated. Too much 'modern politeness'—choking the posture a true strong one ought to have. I wanted to see how strong the Kazekage's Magnet Release really was, so I went to have a little 'discussion.' Thought I'd make him understand that what Suna needs is an absolute powerhouse, not some weak compromise…
"But my strength wasn't enough. Before I could act, a bunch of Anbu ambushed me. I fought back off guard—and lost."
He spoke as casually as if describing last night's dinner, but the content made Kiyohara's eye twitch.
Ninja village system "too urbanized"?
Went to challenge the Kazekage?
Kiyohara took a deep breath and resisted the urge to swear.
It was clear this Magnet Kiyohara was… not right in the head.
His ideology was extreme and arrogant, the purest form of "might makes right."
"So. What are your last wishes?" Kiyohara cut straight to the point.
No point playing word games with someone wired like this.
At that, the Magnet Kiyohara raised two fingers.
"Simple. First, I want you to kill Suna Anbu. Judging from your current strength, that's probably all you can handle—just one is enough."
It was basically revenge on the village in miniature—but scaled down because Kiyohara wasn't strong enough yet.
Kiyohara nodded.
"I'll do what I can."
"And second…"
Magnet Kiyohara continued:
"I want you to defeat Pakura. That woman was older than me and used to stomp me every time we fought."
That explained a lot.
Both wishes centered on Suna.
He'd been ambushed and killed by Anbu—he wanted at least one of them dead.
Pakura was his personal grudge.
This was about timing.
At seventeen, Sasuke could solo the world.
At thirteen, he was just another mid-boss.
Right now, Pakura likely wasn't the monster she'd become.
"I understand. I'll do my best to complete your wishes," Kiyohara said.
"You'd better not disappoint me too much," Magnet Kiyohara replied, studying him curiously.
So this version of his past had been born in Konoha instead of Suna.
"If I finish your wishes… will I inherit your bloodline? Do I need to complete both, or just one?" Kiyohara asked.
Normally he didn't receive everything—only part.
"It should be the bloodline," Magnet Kiyohara said.
He looked at his ghostly hand and summoned a hint of Magnet Release.
Black iron sand floated at his side.
Inside the mind, everything moved at the speed of thought—just like Naruto's mental "cage" for the Nine-Tails and the endless shallow water and brick walls.
"My bloodline came from my own development at first—but it was weak. After I fulfilled my first wish, that future's bloodline happened to be Magnet Release too. When they stacked together, my Magnet Release became much stronger," he said.
He owed part of his power to another future version.
"So that's how it is…"
Kiyohara nodded slowly.
If he completed the first wish here, he should be able to inherit both of their Magnet Release power.
A shame Magnet Kiyohara hadn't finished all his wishes. Otherwise Kiyohara might inherit even more.
"You're at Uzushio?" Magnet Kiyohara asked, drifting out to look through Kiyohara's eyes at the endless sea.
"Yeah. The old Uzushio site," Kiyohara said.
"Are there Suna shinobi here?" Magnet Kiyohara asked.
He was arguably even more eager than Kiyohara to find some Anbu to kill.
"Maybe. Maybe not," Kiyohara said.
Uzushio was huge; Konoha alone couldn't fully monitor it.
There could easily be foreign shinobi sneaking in—hoping to strike at two weakened nations, or stir the waters further.
As he spoke, Kiyohara looked back at Magnet Kiyohara.
With Magnet Release… could he develop something like a railgun? Or other electromagnetic applications—beyond just controlling iron sand?
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