Magnet Release—a bloodline limit—existed only in Sunagakure and in Kumogakure's Toroi!
How could Konoha possibly have it too?
And in someone this young?
Pakura's expression darkened sharply.
If Konoha truly had a new Magnet Release user—and he was allowed to grow—then for Suna, it would be a massive threat.
It meant that in future conflicts, Konoha could field a capability that countered, even reversed, many of Suna's tactics.
Because Suna shinobi weren't just known for Wind Release—the other main pillar of their doctrine was puppetry.
Sunagakure's puppet arts were arguably the strongest in the entire shinobi world.
Toroi alone was already hard enough to deal with. If Konoha gained a Magnet Release user too, any future clash would be deeply unfavorable for Suna.
Pakura immediately ordered a Suna shinobi skilled in relaying messages to send a report back.
In particular, the intelligence about Kiyohara and his suspected Magnet Release was transmitted straight to Sunagakure and delivered directly to the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa.
...
Sunagakure, Kazekage's Office.
Rasa read the intel scroll Pakura had sent back.
On his weary face—worn down by constant responsibilities—an expression of genuine surprise appeared for the first time.
"Konoha… Magnet Release?"
His low voice echoed in the empty office.
He reread the description of Kiyohara's long-range attack again and again.
"Black metallic object," "supersonic," "suspected magnetic manipulation," and most importantly, "iron sand."
Pakura had found iron sand residue at the edge of her wound.
As a Magnet Release user himself, Rasa understood the implications far better than Pakura did.
Even though he usually fought with gold dust, he could also manipulate iron sand.
"A completely new Magnet Release bloodline user… appearing in Konoha…"
Rasa's fingers tapped the desk, producing a dull rhythm.
"Why have I never heard any reports about this kid before? Is he some newly emerged prodigy?"
He couldn't make sense of it.
He still remembered how Minato had seemed to appear out of nowhere back then.
Now Minato was the "Yellow Flash," a man whose mere presence could justify abandoning a mission without punishment.
"We can't allow more Namikaze Minato types to emerge."
After learning that lesson once, Rasa had adopted a ruthless mindset: crush danger in the cradle.
He hadn't been Kazekage for long—barely any time at all, really—
But his thinking was already shifting into a Kazekage's thinking: village利益 first.
He immediately ordered his subordinates to collect more information on Kiyohara.
...
The next half month on the front settled into an uneasy calm—like the air before a storm.
It gave Kiyohara precious time to digest what he'd gained and train.
He knew it wouldn't last.
Because every day, Obito was training in the Mountain Graveyard, recovering.
Once Madara decided Obito had recovered enough, the White Zetsu would lure him outside—
And the real descent into darkness would begin.
Kiyohara didn't know if White Zetsu had already infiltrated Konoha.
Both the manga and the databook Jin no Sho described White Zetsu's impersonation as the best among all shinobi.
And White Zetsu were mass-produced.
Once they absorbed someone's chakra, they could replicate it perfectly—even close friends and sensory ninja couldn't tell the difference.
Only Naruto in Nine-Tails Chakra Mode could detect them via "malice sensing."
In other words: at this stage, White Zetsu were nearly impossible to uncover.
...
Outside the camp, in a forest clearing used as a temporary training ground, Kiyohara trained Magnet Release.
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Wave!"
He formed seals and shouted.
A large amount of black iron sand burst from a thermos at his waist, surging out like a black tide. It rolled and condensed in front of him, forming a nearly two-meter-high wall of iron sand.
With a thought, he slammed the iron-sand wave toward a test tree ahead.
Rumble!
Under the heavy, continuous impact, the trunk crumpled like a brittle matchstick, snapping in half.
"Power's decent," Kiyohara nodded, satisfied.
The range was wide too—excellent for clearing a field or suppressing enemies.
He waved his hand, and the iron sand flowed back into the thermos.
The bottle had originally been for drinking water—now it served as a container for iron sand.
Kiyohara had discovered that pulling iron sand directly from the earth consumed a lot of chakra—and not every location even had iron sand to draw from.
So it was better to stockpile some ahead of time, ready for immediate offense and defense.
Gaara did the same, always carrying a huge gourd of sand.
"Next—Magnet Release: Iron Sand Wall."
He tested a defensive technique.
Iron sand poured out and formed a thick black wall with a metallic sheen—far sturdier than a normal Earth-Style Wall.
He struck it with a lightning-infused sword and only left a shallow white mark. The defense was impressive.
Finally—
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Drizzle!"
He split the sand into countless nail-sized pellets and fired them like a storm toward another tree trunk.
Chchchchch!
A dense chorus of punctures rang out as the trunk became riddled with holes, honeycombed in seconds.
Perfect for dense formations or fast-moving targets.
After getting comfortable with these three techniques, Kiyohara's mind started racing again.
He looked at the chakra-metal sword at his side, then thought back to his electromagnetic iron-sand coin.
A bold idea formed.
If magnetism could remotely control metal—
Could he, like Orochimaru's Grass Sword: Longsword of the Sky, truly wield a weapon at a distance?
Could he drive his blade through the air and attack without holding it?
Once the idea arrived, he acted.
He tried wrapping his sword evenly in Magnet chakra—not just to attract it or throw it, but to build a continuously adjustable force field.
He wanted the sword to behave as if an invisible hand were gripping it, allowing it to fly, swing, and cut freely in the air.
This control concept was something he'd drawn from Magnet Release: Rotating Magnetic Field—one of Magnet Kiyohara's developed directions.
At first it was extremely difficult.
The sword wobbled in the air like a drunk bird, its path chaotic. Several times he nearly lost control and almost injured himself.
It demanded exquisite chakra finesse and intense mental focus—far beyond the "one-shot acceleration" of the electromagnetic coin.
But patience and mental strength were the two things Kiyohara had in abundance.
He failed again and again, adjusted again and again, relying on inherited talent in magnetic control and an unusually strong mind.
Slowly, he found the trick.
Bzzzz—
The sword let out a faint hum and finally lifted into the air.
It was still unstable, trembling—but it could now slowly move with his intent, performing simple motion and shallow thrusts.
"It worked!"
A flash of delight lit Kiyohara's eyes.