"The kid can control iron sand… don't tell me that's Magnet Release—a kekkei genkai?"
Kidōmaru's eyes went wide. His face was full of disbelief.
And at the same time, one question screamed in his head:
What the hell were Kiyohara's speed and strength?
This wasn't science—and it sure didn't feel like normal ninjutsu.
He'd heard of Magnet Release users in Kumo and Suna, but he'd never seen anything like this.
"You—what are you using?!" Kidōmaru couldn't help blurting out.
"Magnet Release. The power of magnetic fields. Pretty wild, right?" Kiyohara said, turning back toward him after finishing off the giant spider.
Now Kidōmaru wouldn't be able to keep mass-producing baby spiders.
And thanks to what Kiyohara knew from the original story, he roughly understood what secret techniques Kidōmaru had.
The Spider clan's jutsu were classified as hiden—secret arts that required special physiques to inherit and use. Outsiders couldn't imitate them.
Kekkei genkai came either from chakra fusion… or from a bodily mutation.
Uchiha and Hyūga mutated their eyes; the Kaguya clan mutated their bones; and so on.
In the original, Kidōmaru's techniques were also marked as hiden.
So Kiyohara had the intel.
And with superior speed, power, chakra reserves, and information, he couldn't see what Kidōmaru had left that could beat him.
And if things got dangerous, he could even have Steel Release Kiyohara "sub in" and let him experience Steel Release early.
Sure, that would overload his body badly—but staying alive was the priority.
"Magnetic fields?" Kidōmaru spat.
You're calling that magnetic fields?
He might be poorly educated and not formally trained, but he wasn't stupid enough to be easily conned.
"Die, you brat!" Kidōmaru roared, furious at being looked down on.
He spat up sticky fluid—this time not white silk, but a gleaming golden viscous substance.
His six agile arms shaped it rapidly.
Kiyohara raised a brow. He recognized this secret art:
Spider Sticky Gold.
Kidōmaru could produce a golden metal inside his body—gathering it like saliva in his mouth or secreting it like sweat from pores.
Freshly produced, it was highly malleable—he could quickly mold it into shapes—then it hardened rapidly into something as tough as steel.
"Honestly, that would save a lot on ninja tools," Kiyohara muttered, shaking his head as the newly formed weapons flew toward him.
Kiyohara's iron sand still depended on local availability—he had to extract it from the environment.
And Magnet Release, at its core, was still chakra transformed into magnetic force. It could be absorbed by absorption-type jutsu.
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
A powerful gust blasted from Kiyohara's mouth, sweeping up leaves and dust as it surged toward Kidōmaru—and his thrown "gold" weapons.
The gust blew the incoming weapons off course, and also scattered any fine silk threads hidden in the air.
Kiyohara's body blurred—he accelerated again using repulsive force.
Kidōmaru spat even denser white webbing, raising it like a shield to blunt the wind's impact.
Then all six arms whipped out, firing more and more threads from multiple angles. The silk crosswove in midair, like it was building a massive cage meant to trap Kiyohara completely.
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Drizzle!"
Kiyohara didn't sit still. Iron sand he'd already condensed shot out as countless tiny needles, spraying in all directions like a storm!
Clang-clang-clang—sharp, rapid impacts rang out as iron sand needles hit the tough silk. Most were deflected or stuck, but they tore several holes into the closing web wall—enough to break the enclosure.
Don't let this brat get close, Kidōmaru's eyes tightened.
He clung to tree trunks with six arms and moved through the forest like a real spider, fast enough to make the branches shiver.
Kakashi and Rin almost held their breath.
"That speed… that power…" Kakashi's crimson Sharingan tracked Kiyohara's movements—barely.
In this situation, Kakashi couldn't safely charge in. The plan to test fire-style jutsu on the webs also died instantly—he didn't want to hit Kiyohara by accident.
Rin, with normal eyesight, could only see two flickering figures.
Faced with Kidōmaru's high-speed movement through the trees and constant web weaving, Kiyohara's answer was simple and direct.
He kicked off hard enough to leave fine cracks in the ground.
With the magnetic repulsion accelerating him, his body shot forward like an arrow—ignoring sticky webbing meant to slow him—charging in a straight line toward Kidōmaru's real body.
"!" Kidōmaru's eyes widened as Kiyohara forced a close-range clash.
He stopped moving. All six arms snapped back, crossing defensively in front of him.
"Ninja Art: Sticky Gold Armor!"
In an instant, that dark metallic, liquid-like substance oozed from his pores, coating his entire skin—then hardening immediately.
He looked like he'd donned a solid golden suit of armor, gleaming coldly under the filtered sunlight.
This was one of the clan's hiden techniques—excellent at blocking chakra transmission, and especially effective against chakra-based attacks like the Hyūga's Gentle Fist.
Kidōmaru was confident: no matter how hard Kiyohara punched, he couldn't break this defense easily.
Even the strength that sent a giant spider flying shouldn't be enough!
His plan was to trap Kiyohara with silk at point-blank range before Kiyohara could chain another move.
"Careful, Kiyohara! That armor is weird!" Kakashi warned, his Sharingan catching the chakra flow across it.
But Kiyohara's fist was already there—unstoppable.
It didn't glow with flashy chakra. It only carried a thin, almost invisible magnetic field that subtly warped the air.
The punch—boosted by magnetic acceleration and force—slammed into Kidōmaru's crossed, armor-covered arms.
BOOM!
Kidōmaru's expression froze—then turned into pure horror.
The chakra he'd been gathering in his throat shattered as blood surged upward and spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Crack—
Something broke.
The Sticky Gold Armor—tough enough to block blades and even some jutsu—split with visible fractures.
"Gahhh!" Kidōmaru screamed.
His six arms twisted at unnatural angles. A clear bone-cracking sound came from his chest.
He flew backward like a snapped kite, smashing through several small trees before slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
For a heartbeat, the forest was silent—only leaves rustling in the wind.
Rin stared at Kiyohara still holding his punching stance, then at the enemy lying in ruins, life and death uncertain—her mind shaking with disbelief.
One punch.
Just one punch.
Kakashi, seeing Kidōmaru drop, pulled his forehead protector down again to reduce Sharingan drain.
Even he was rattled by Kiyohara's sheer power.
Rin finally found her voice. "Kiyohara—are you okay?!"
Kiyohara slowly withdrew his fist and exhaled, letting the magnetic field fade.
He walked back toward Kakashi and Rin.
"I'm fine."
Then he glanced at Rin's bindings.
"Let me get you free first."
He shaped iron sand into thin, sharp blades and carefully cut through the webbing around Rin.
Without Kidōmaru continuously feeding chakra into it, the silk had already weakened. The strands snapped one after another under the iron-sand edge.
"You feel even stronger again, Kiyohara," Kakashi said.
Since entering the war, Kakashi felt like Kiyohara's chakra and reflexes changed day by day.
If they fought Kidōmaru again with proper intel, Kakashi was confident he could end it instantly.
But the fact that Kiyohara could delete the opponent solo in seconds was proof of how fast he was growing.
Rin hurried to thank him, then looked at the unconscious Kidōmaru and asked out of instinct as a medic:
"He's… still alive, right? Shouldn't we take him back so the village can interrogate him?"
"He's still breathing," Kiyohara nodded.
"Rin, please stabilize him if you can. He's from a Rice Fields clan—he could carry valuable intel."
"I understand." Rin immediately ran over and began checking his injuries.
When she saw the crushed chest and the shattered armor fragments, she sucked in a breath again—still unable to imagine how much force that punch had carried.
She forced herself to focus and began emergency treatment, palms glowing green.
"I might not be able to save him," Rin warned after assessing. His internal organs were badly damaged—the shock from Kiyohara's punch had gone through the armor and wrecked what was inside.
"That's fine," Kiyohara said. "Interrogation unit can handle it. Even corpses talk."
In the shinobi world, bodies were recovered and processed—especially those with sensitive intel or bloodline traits.
Even dead, a body could reveal jutsu tendencies, chakra nature traces, and drug residues.
Once a shinobi died, remains had to be cleaned and buried properly to prevent information leaks.
Rin kept treating him anyway. Kidōmaru was lucky—she managed to barely keep him alive.
"Poor bastard," Kiyohara muttered, checking his belongings.
Aside from a few thousand ryō, he had only basic tools and rations—nothing else.
Armor? None.
Weapons? None.
Most of his "gear" was web-made. Without his chakra, it quickly became useless.
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