Kiyohara didn't answer Kurenai's question.
Or rather—he didn't have the spare focus to.
While Magnet Kiyohara helped him gather and shape magnetic force, Kiyohara himself was controlling how that force flowed.
He began running Magnet Release: Rotating Magnetic Field.
Crackle!
A coil of iron sand formed around his hand like a ring, and invisible magnetic force spiraled up his arm.
Blue current sparked to life—so much that from a distance it looked less like Magnet Release and more like Lightning Release.
But the arcs didn't jump randomly; they arranged themselves into a deliberate pattern.
"This is—"
Up close, Kurenai could feel it: Kiyohara was condensing an enormous amount of chakra in his hands.
Wind began to rise around him, growing stronger, tugging at his clothes and hair.
His long hair fluttered in the night, exposing the Konoha forehead protector beneath.
In the darkness, his handsome face was starkly clear.
And yet Kurenai could sense something dangerous in that moment—pure shinobi instinct.
"Kurenai, you two back up," Kiyohara exhaled.
His strong mental energy meant his focus could narrow down to a razor point.
Magnet Kiyohara was helping him stabilize the electricity and magnetic interactions, but the rotation itself still had to be driven by Kiyohara.
"Back up—now!" Kurenai snapped, the warning hitting her like a flash of insight as she pulled Genma with her.
They were Squad Three; Squad Four had already rushed forward.
So only the three of them were nearby.
Genma heard her and retreated as well.
Kiyohara lifted his gaze to the chaotic battlefield.
Pakura's Scorch Release came from fusing Wind nature and Fire nature into a new transformation.
That meant she was exceptionally skilled and gifted in both base natures—otherwise she'd never have refined it into a true bloodline limit.
Scorch Release wasn't something you got by merely "combining a Wind jutsu and a Fire jutsu" like a recipe.
Kiyohara didn't yet know the full underlying mechanism. He was moving more on inherited instinct than theory.
But one thing was clear:
Pakura was strong.
"No wonder they call her Suna's Hero," Kiyohara thought.
He watched her casually wave a hand, her wind currents canceling incoming Konoha techniques.
And that wind carried heat—so intense that even the aftershock passing over trees roasted leaves black and reduced them to ash.
But I don't need to fight her up close.
He waited.
As Pakura focused on dealing with Katsuyu's acid and her side opened for a fraction of a second, Kiyohara seized the window.
His right thumb and forefinger pinched the heavy iron-sand coin.
The invisible magnetic field twisted instantly, forming a brief electromagnetic acceleration rail.
Bang!
A black streak burst forward with a piercing sonic crack and a flash of blue electricity, ripping through the air at a speed the naked eye could barely track.
In an instant, it crossed roughly 700 meters and shot toward Pakura's right shoulder.
Magnet Kiyohara hadn't told him what to name this technique, so Kiyohara coined it on the spot:
Magnet Release: Electromagnetic Coin.
Because of chakra limitations, Magnet Kiyohara hadn't used a high-precision spindle-shaped projectile.
He'd simply compressed it into a coin.
Even so, the power was not to be underestimated.
At the last possible moment, Pakura's battle instincts screamed.
She twisted her body on reflex.
Schk!
The black coin grazed her upper arm, carving a bloody line.
Pain flared—followed by numbness from the electric shock. She grunted, her Scorch Release formation stalling for a split second.
She'd dodged by instinct—
But the Suna shinobi standing behind her weren't so lucky.
A flicker of electricity—then a head exploded.
Blood splattered across the ground.
For a brief moment, the entire battlefield froze.
Enemy or ally?
Pakura dodged Katsuyu's acid and snapped her head toward the source of the shot, eyes cutting through the chaos.
In the firelit night, she spotted a black-haired shinobi on higher ground, arm wrapped in faint arcs of electricity, face calm and cold.
Genma nearly swallowed the senbon in his mouth.
He and Kurenai stared at Kiyohara in shock.
For a split second, Genma had the absurd urge to beg Kiyohara to teach him.
How did you kill someone from hundreds of meters away with a coin?
Genma's senbon range wasn't even one-seventh of that.
It wasn't just them. Other shinobi in the distance were also stunned.
Long-range lethality like that was rare; only certain techniques could do it.
Tsunade, who'd been keeping her eyes closed, heard Shizune's small gasp and cracked her eyes open.
She caught a single glimpse—then hurriedly shut them again.
Too much blood. She nearly fainted.
But in that one look, she recognized the boy she'd met before.
She remembered him vividly for a petty reason:
The money she'd earned by "selling" him two basic medical jutsu had been lost at the gambling table in under a minute.
Later, she'd also heard about him from Orochimaru.
Bit off-target, Kiyohara thought.
He was aiming and firing; for a first attempt, it was acceptable.
At least it grazed. It wasn't a complete miss.
He also felt a thrill—if he shaped it into a more aerodynamic spindle, the power could likely go even higher.
But that required extra effort and precision. Right now he couldn't do it alone; even the compression was being guided by Magnet Kiyohara.
Kiyohara's role was aiming, firing, and maintaining Rotating Magnetic Field to provide the magnetic rail.
Soon, a second black iron-sand coin formed in his hand.
This technique burned chakra hard—he felt he could use it at most four times.
In other words, one shot cost about as much chakra as one Chidori.
But with practice and optimization, the chakra cost could be reduced.
"Don't let Pakura escape!" Shirakumo shouted.
He raised his long blade and called to the dozens of Konoha shinobi nearby.
Capturing or killing Pakura would be a major merit.
Katsuyu continued spitting acid to pressure her.
Katsuyu herself had shrunk considerably—she'd split into many small slugs, sending them to heal wounded shinobi.
Bang!
Another heavy launch.
The iron-sand coin—starting at roughly 600 meters per second—shot out again.
Another Suna shinobi's head burst.
Pakura took another cut—deeper than the first.
No. This won't work.
There was Tsunade and her summon, Konoha jōnin closing in, and that brat sniping from afar.
Pakura's brows tightened.
If she focused entirely on the enemies in front, she could still maneuver.
But now she also had to keep spare attention on the next surprise shot—and protect Maki from being hit.
That split focus was fatal.
"Move!" she snapped.
After circling for a moment longer, she knew it was impossible.
Ignoring the pain, she grabbed Maki, tossed a cluster of smoke bombs onto the ground, and used Wind Release to spread the smoke outward.