According to Magnet Kiyohara, if Kiyohara could precisely control the interaction between the magnetic field around his body and the earth's magnetic field, he could offset gravity.
It was similar in concept to Ōnoki's Earth Release: Light-Weight Rock Technique, which reduced an object's "weight" by lowering its effective density—allowing high-speed movement and flight.
But developing something like that was extremely difficult. Kiyohara guessed that at his current level, it would take a long time.
Unless he completed the second wish and inherited more talent.
Then his training time would shrink drastically.
If he could master flight, his future mobility and evasion would undergo a qualitative leap.
Over the next few days, the front remained tense, but large-scale clashes calmed. Both sides seemed to be gathering strength, probing with small infiltration and counter-infiltration operations.
Kiyohara used every moment to absorb knowledge like a starving man, improving bit by bit and building his foundation.
One day, while he was in his tent reading Kurenai's genjutsu notes, a violent explosion erupted.
When he rushed out, the blasts were already chaining one after another.
The direction was unmistakable—rear flank of the camp, the prisoner holding area.
"Enemy attack—prisoner camp!"
A sharp alarm screamed across the base.
The outpost commander's voice boomed through an amplification jutsu:
"Squads Three and Four—support immediately! Stop the enemy!"
Kiyohara's eyes narrowed. He stuffed the notebook away, linked up with Kurenai and Genma, and sprinted toward the explosions.
They weren't even halfway there before they saw chaos ahead.
Several tents were on fire; Konoha shinobi were fighting off a group of Sand attackers.
But the most striking sight was the slender, powerful figure at the center.
Kiyohara recognized her instantly.
Pakura.
Several orange fireballs floated around her, radiating terrifying heat. Every flick of her hand sent Konoha shinobi screaming to the ground, their bodies instantly dehydrated into horrific mummies.
Behind her, she was shielding her rescued student—Maki—who looked both terrified and overjoyed.
So it really is for her, Kiyohara thought.
In the original story, Pakura's eventual turn was influenced heavily by Maki's pleas—the bond between them.
"It's Pakura of Scorch Release! Watch those fireballs!" a Konoha jōnin shouted.
But against Scorch Release, which killed on contact, everyone hesitated. Their offense was inevitably constrained.
At that moment, a golden-haired figure arrived—
Tsunade.
She took one look at the carnage—especially the dried corpses—and her face went pale. Her brows pinched, and she stumbled back half a step.
"Damn it…" she cursed under her breath.
Her hemophobia made it difficult to perform at full strength.
"Let me!"
A steady shout rang out.
Konoha jōnin Hayama Shirakumo charged in with a long blade. His movement was like the wind.
His swordsmanship was superb; every slash released a wind blade, and his form sometimes scattered into leaves as he tried to break through with speed.
"Scorch Release—!"
Pakura responded calmly. One fireball swelled and detonated instantly, its blast and heat forcing Shirakumo to guard and retreat several steps.
He wasn't directly hit, but his arm was scorched, his breathing thrown off.
Other shinobi rushed in one after another, but no one could take Pakura down quickly—at best, they were draining her chakra.
Tsunade realized she couldn't hesitate any longer.
She bit down hard, forced herself to steady, closed her eyes, and bit her fingertip.
"Summoning Jutsu!"
Poof!
A massive slug appeared.
"Katsuyu, help me handle the enemy in front."
"Yes, Tsunade-sama."
Katsuyu spewed a wide spread of corrosive acid. It collided with Pakura's Scorch spheres again and again, boiling into choking white steam.
Pakura had to protect Maki behind her while also dealing with Katsuyu and constant harassment from Konoha shinobi.
Her chakra and stamina were dropping quickly, her posture growing visibly ragged.
"Sensei!" Maki cried, tears in her eyes.
"It's fine, Maki. We'll break out!" Pakura gritted out, eyes scanning the encirclement for a weak point.
She calculated quickly—hold one more exchange, make a little chaos, and she could punch through with Maki.
"So Tsunade really is here… and she ran straight into Pakura's raid," Kiyohara thought, pushing forward with the reinforcement group.
As he saw it, Tsunade was barely functioning right now—half crippled by the phobia.
Hemophobia Tsunade simply couldn't handle blood.
"That woman's here," Magnet Kiyohara's spirit appeared.
He looked fainter than he had a few days ago.
"She's right ahead," he said.
Kiyohara wasn't in a rush to jump in.
Once a wish was set, Magnet Kiyohara couldn't change it.
The requirement was "defeat Pakura"—it didn't specify which Pakura.
Beating her at 100% was defeating her.
Beating her when she'd been worn down to 1% and he only had to land a finishing blow was also defeating her.
"Do you have a long-range technique?" Kiyohara asked.
The two Magnet jutsu he'd inherited—and the Magnet scrolls he'd copied—were all short- to mid-range.
This was a distance of more than 500 meters. Most jutsu couldn't reach that far.
"I have a few, but they're not fully refined," Magnet Kiyohara said.
Then he partially possessed Kiyohara again.
Kiyohara felt his chakra shift, refining into magnetic force.
In Kurenai's and Genma's puzzled gaze, Kiyohara stopped, reached toward the distant dirt, and clenched his hand.
Magnetism surged. Iron sand rose up from the soil in rippling waves.
In a blink, it gathered in his palm into a spherical lump of iron sand.
Then it compressed, tighter and tighter, forming a tiny black coin no larger than a thumbnail.
Fine blue arcs danced across its surface—current produced by magnetism interacting with the iron sand.
Watching it, Kiyohara remembered Shinki's Magnet Release: Iron Sand Fist, which generated electricity through compressed iron sand.
"Place this highly conductive iron-sand coin into an acceleration track made by a strong magnetic field," Magnet Kiyohara explained.
"Then apply a momentary high current through the coin. With current perpendicular to the magnetic field, the force generated pushes the coin forward. Initial velocity can reach 600 meters per second."
Kiyohara blinked.
Magnet Kiyohara really had a lot of tricks.
One bloodline, and he'd developed all these uses.
It gave Kiyohara the strongest A Certain Scientific Railgun déjà vu.
Though the scales weren't comparable.
Magnet Kiyohara's "coin" was around Mach 2 at best.
The true Railgun hit around Mach 3.
Still—this was basically some shinobi world electromagnetic coin.
"Why not make it spindle-shaped?" Kiyohara asked.
"This is simpler. Shaping it costs extra chakra and demands higher precision," Magnet Kiyohara replied.
"I see," Kiyohara murmured, understanding.
"It's too far. Your jutsu won't reach," Kurenai warned.
In the dim light, she could only see distant fireballs circling the enemy like guardians.
How was Kiyohara going to hit Pakura from here?
If it were Wind Release, she'd understand.
But he was holding a coin—what was he going to do with it?
Throw it like a shuriken?
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