Hey guys, here is the new chapter hope you will liked and read thru everything.
I've read many comments and reviews regarding the writing quality. I want to tell you that I'm doing my best; even though I know English, it isn't my first language, and it can't always be perfect. If you notice any mistakes, feel free to post the correct phrasing in the comments of that paragraph so others can read it properly
Also for a extra chapter 100 powerstone
Don't forget to leave your power stones along with your comment if you have any ideas or opinions that could help me, as well as a review to continue showing your support.
Enjoy the chapter!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The border between the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire was not simply a line drawn on a parchment map; it was a violent clash of ecosystems.
On one side, the infinite sand and the heat that warped the horizon; on the other, the beginning of vegetation that grew denser and greener as one moved toward the heart of Konoha.
High atop a reinforced wooden watchtower, a Konoha Chūnin named Takuma yawned while adjusting his Leaf headband. He had been at this outpost for three weeks, a place that was usually quiet. Most of Konoha's elite ninjas had been deployed to the north, where the war against Iwa was consuming lives at an appalling rate.
Here, in the south, they felt safe. Reports said that Sunagakure was licking its wounds after a brutal clash against the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist.
"Suna won't move for months," commented his partner, a Genin who was just finishing his watch shift. "From what I heard at the canteen, they've been losing their best men against the Kirigakure ninjas. They are on the verge of collapse."
Takuma nodded at his junior partner's words; he had heard it from the elders, and they wouldn't lie to them. However, something in the air felt strange to him.
Takuma looked toward the horizon, where the dunes met the first trees, and saw a golden storm rising under the midday sun. A sandstorm.
"What is that?" the Genin asked, pointing at the shimmering cloud.
Takuma didn't answer. His eyes widened with horror when he felt the wooden tower begin to vibrate against the force of the winds. The sandstorm, as usual, did not stop until, at the edge of the desert, it continued directly toward them.
The storm hit them. All the ninjas nearby sought cover for their eyes from the sand while others hid to avoid being struck, though none noticed how the sand began to take shape.
Suddenly, the ground around the tower exploded. What emerged was a massive wave of Gold Dust, dense and brilliant, rising like a cobra before falling with the weight of a mountain upon the wooden structure.
"It's an attack! Alert the de—!"
Takuma's words were silenced by the roar of the gold dust crushing the wood. The tower, designed to resist fire and wind attacks, collapsed as if it were made of paper against the density of the precious metal.
From the crest of a nearby
dune, Rasa watched the destruction with icy calm. He wasn't wearing his normal clothes, but rather his Sunagakure combat armor, with his arms crossed over his chest. Beside him, Arata and a group of elite chunnin watched as the golden tide advanced implacably toward Konoha's first defensive belt.
"Perfect. With all the poisons that sandstorm of gold held, they shouldn't last long. Though to make sure, I'll give it one more push," Rasa murmured, extending a hand forward.
His fingers moved with micrometric precision.
Beneath the forest surface, the veins of gold he had personally infiltrated before the attack responded to his call. The ground split open in deep cracks, and from them, pillars of gold dust erupted, piercing through Konoha's underground defenses.
"Lord Rasa, the Konoha ninjas are about to release their messenger birds," reported a ninja, consulting a communication scroll.
"Let them try," Rasa replied. "They won't get far; secure the surroundings so that no one makes it out alive."
Rasa clenched his fist, and a kilometer away, a massive dome of gold dust closed over the secondary border headquarters. Muffled screams were heard, the sound of bones breaking under unbearable atmospheric pressure, and then... silence. No one came out alive from inside, and only traces of blood remained.
Rasa knew this was his opportunity. The Third Kazekage had entrusted him with this vanguard to prove he was the legitimate successor. While Daigo recovered and won the hearts of the civilians with his heroism, Rasa would win the war with raw results.
Every gram of gold dust he used was a message to Konoha: Suna was no longer the poor village begging for trade treaties. Now they had the power to bury the Leaf.
While Rasa's Gold Dust acted as a hammer striking from the front, Pakura did not just stand by and watch. She led an infiltration squad composed of twelve ninjas specialized in silent assassination.
Pakura didn't want a single Konoha messenger reaching the next watchtower. If Konoha managed to alert the units in the center of the country, the advantage of the surprise attack would vanish.
"Spread out," Pakura ordered through hand signals.
She moved through the treetops with lethal grace. Her feet barely touched the branches and her gaze scanned the forest for chakra signatures.
Unlike Daigo, she did not have the Seismic Sense, but her hunter instincts were sharper than ever. The memory of Daigo's kiss gave her absolute mental clarity. "I'll be there to save you," he had said.
Pakura smiled to herself as she landed in a clearing where three Konoha ninjas were trying to activate an emergency summoning scroll.
"Too slow," Pakura said.
From her hands emerged four orange fire orbs that floated around her: the Shakuton. With a fluid movement of her arms, the orbs shot toward the enemies. One of the Konoha ninjas, a veteran with scars on his face, attempted to use Suiton: Suijinheki (Water Encampment Wall). It was a fatal mistake.
The heat generated by the Shakuton was so intense that the water wall didn't just evaporate; it turned into a scalding steam that burned the Konoha ninjas' lungs before the orbs even touched them.
When the orbs impacted their bodies, there were no explosions. There was a terrifying silence. In seconds, the moisture from the ninjas' bodies was completely sucked out.
Their skin wrinkled, their muscles contracted, and what was left on the ground were three dry mummies, with sunken eyes and expressions of eternal agony. Pakura didn't even stop to look at the corpses. She picked up the summoning scroll, burned it with a touch of her finger, and continued her advance.
"Sector four clear," Pakura said, burning a seal on her pants that served as the signal for Rasa to proceed with the second phase.
With the flank secured by Pakura, Rasa ordered the full advance. The tunnels Daigo had built weeks prior now served to let the bulk of the Suna army appear behind Konoha's supply lines. It was a perfect execution. The Konoha ninjas, who expected an attack from the front, found themselves facing Suna squads emerging from the bowels of the earth. The confusion was absolute.
Rasa walked through the center of the battlefield, surrounded by an orbital shield of gold dust that deflected any kunai or shuriken that tried to touch him.
He didn't need to look at his enemies to kill them. Every time he lowered his hand, a spear of gold erupted from the ground and pierced through an opponent.
"Surrender!" shouted a Konoha captain, trying to rally his men. "Konoha won't fall so easily!"
Rasa looked at him with disdain.
"Konoha will fall sooner or later, and it will be by Suna's hand," Rasa said as he prepared another jutsu.
With a circular movement of both arms, Rasa performed his most devastating technique of the day: Sakun: Kaisō (Great Gold Dust Burial).
The entire forest clearing, an area of over two hundred meters, suddenly sank. Trees were uprooted and swallowed by a whirlpool of gold dust that solidified in seconds, creating a metallic desert in the middle of the Land of Fire's forest.
By dusk, Konoha's first defensive belt had ceased to exist. The outposts were in ruins, and the smell of charred flesh from Pakura's Shakuton mixed with the mineral scent of Rasa's gold.
A Suna ninja in charge of reports approached Rasa with a bundle of captured documents.
"Lord Rasa, we have found the deployment records," the ninja said, handing over a map. "You were right. 80% of Konoha's elite forces are in the north. The Kannabi Bridge is absorbing all their chakra. Only reserve units and Genins remain protecting the path to our points of interest."
Rasa reviewed the map with a cold smile. His eyes stopped on a border city called Kikyō.
"Kikyō is the next objective," Rasa declared. "If we take that city, we will have control of the largest granaries in the region. Konoha will have to choose between letting their people starve or withdrawing troops from the Iwa front to face us."
Pakura arrived at the scene, wiping a smudge of ash from her cheek. Her expression was one of professional satisfaction.
"When will the reinforcements arrive?" she asked.
"In about three days," Rasa replied. "The Kazekage will send Sasori and Daigo once they finish their preparations, so until then, it will just be ninjas between Chūnin and Genin rank. But by the time they arrive, I want this territory to already be Sunagakure's property."
"That doesn't matter, Rasa. Let me participate in the next fight or I'll let Shukaku out," Arata said, annoyed from just watching the war.
"Arata, your help isn't needed yet. Soon you'll be able to go out and face whatever ninjas you want, though be careful since Konoha does know how to seal a Bijuu well," Rasa said.
"That doesn't matter. Shukaku and I will take care of everyone, though I can't promise I'll hold back much longer without a fight."
"Arata, join my squad. That way you can fight those who try to scout us and you can focus on something while you wait," Pakura said, noting how both were now looking at her.
"Hahaha, good idea, Pakura. I'm going with you I don't want to be next to the boring," Arata said, sticking his tongue out at Rasa, who simply looked away.
Rasa looked toward the dark forest stretching out before them. He knew the news of the attack would reach Konoha soon. He knew that not only would the Hokage fall into chaos, but all the clans as well, and he loved that.
The night in the Land of Fire was different from the desert. It was noisy, full of crickets and the rustle of leaves. For the Suna soldiers, accustomed to the deathly silence of the dunes, it was a strange environment. Pakura sat on the root of a centuries-old tree, watching her ninjas establish the perimeter. The first total victory.
She looked at her neck and grabbed her necklace, the crystal flower Daigo had given her long ago. It was a flower carved roughly but with much affection. Touching it, Pakura felt a warmth that did not come from her Shakuton.
In Konoha
Miles away, in the Hokage's office in Konoha, a wounded messenger hawk landed on the window.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, in his white and red robes, took the message with trembling hands. His eyes darkened as he read the words written in blood:
"The Sand Village has crossed the border. The first southern defenses have fallen and they will not stop."
The Hokage laid the paper on the table and looked at the map of the Great War. They were being surrounded. Iwa to the north, Kumo to the east, and now Suna the village they thought was an ally or at least neutralized was stabbing them in the back with unprecedented ferocity.
"Summon the clans," Hiruzen ordered the ANBU waiting in the shadows. "Mobilize anyone who can hold a kunai. Sunagakure has decided they want us to be the ones to strike them down, so they've got it."
The ANBU nodded to leave, except for one who remained in a respectful position toward the Hokage.
"Monkey, I need you to find Fugaku Uchiha. I have an important mission for him," Hiruzen said, before preparing to go to the meeting.
Meanwhile, the ANBU disappeared, heading toward the Uchiha home.
End of Chapter