Sunagakure's Magnet Release… and Now Konoha Too?!
Magnet Release—a Kekkei Genkai once thought to belong solely to Sunagakure and Kumogakure's Toroi.
How could Konoha have one too?
And not just anyone… a boy that young?
Pakura's expression turned grim.
If Konoha truly had a Magnet Release shinobi, and he were allowed to grow unchecked…
He would become a tremendous threat to Sunagakure.
Especially considering what that meant strategically.
Apart from Wind Release, Sunagakure's other specialty was—Puppetry.
And puppet users relied heavily on metal-based tools and weapons.
Toroi was already a menace. If Konoha now had its own Magnet Release user?
That would be devastating.
Immediately, Pakura had one of her message-type shinobi relay the report—detailing Kiyohara and his suspected ability—back to Sunagakure.
Sunagakure, Kazekage Office.
Rasa sat in his office, holding Yakura's report.
The war-hardened lines on his face twitched with visible surprise.
"Konoha… Magnet Release?"
His deep voice echoed through the empty room.
He read the scroll again.
"Black metallic object."
"Supersonic velocity."
"Suspected magnetic manipulation."
And most critically—"Iron Sand" residue in Pakura's wound.
Rasa's eyes narrowed.
He, of all people, knew exactly what that meant.
Though he personally favored using Gold Dust, Iron Sand was a variant he could manipulate just as well.
A brand new Magnet Release user… from Konoha…
He tapped his fingers on the desk.
"Why haven't I heard of this kid before? Is he a late-blooming prodigy?"
Rasa couldn't make sense of it.
He was reminded of Namikaze Minato—the "Yellow Flash" who had also suddenly appeared from nowhere…
Now, Minato's presence on a battlefield was enough to make enemy forces abandon missions without punishment.
I can't allow another Yellow Flash to rise.
Rasa had only recently become the Fourth Kazekage.
But he was already thinking like a leader—someone who always prioritized the village.
He immediately ordered his subordinates to begin gathering every bit of intelligence on this "Kiyohara."
Meanwhile, at the Konoha Frontlines…
The battlefield had fallen into a deceptive calm.
The eye of the storm before another wave of chaos.
Kiyohara used this rare lull to fully immerse himself in training.
He knew the peace wouldn't last.
Every day, Obito trained deep in the Graveyard of Mountains.
Soon, Madara would manipulate him into leaving…
It would begin—the spiral that turned Obito into the masked man.
'Kiyohara didn't know if White Zetsu had infiltrated the camp yet…'
But he knew one thing from both manga and databook:
White Zetsu's impersonation technique was the most terrifying in the entire ninja world.
Not only could he mimic someone's chakra perfectly after a touch—
Even sensory types and loved ones wouldn't detect the fake.
Only Naruto, in his Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, could sense "malice" and identify impostors.
In other words: no one else could.
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Forest Clearing — Temporary Training Ground
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Tidal Wave!"
Kiyohara's hands blurred into seals, his voice steady.
From the thermal flask at his hip, black iron sand surged into the air.
Like a crashing tide, it rolled forward, congealing into a massive two-meter-high wall of iron sand.
BOOM!
The wall surged toward a designated training tree—
And utterly crushed it like a toothpick.
"Nice." Kiyohara nodded in satisfaction.
The jutsu's power and range made it excellent for sweeping the field and suppressing foes.
A wave of his hand, and the iron sand dispersed.
Drawn back into the flask slung at his waist.
Once meant to carry water, it now stored his supply of compressed sand.
He'd learned the hard way:
Extracting iron sand from the earth mid-battle was chakra-intensive and unreliable.
Not every place had it, either.
Better to carry his own.
Just like Gaara, who always kept that massive gourd on his back.
"Next—Magnet Release: Iron Sand Wall."
This was his primary defensive move.
Iron sand flowed again, coalescing into a dense, shimmering black shield.
Kiyohara struck it with his chakra-forged blade, coated in Lightning Release.
Only a faint white scratch remained.
Its defense easily surpassed standard Earth Walls.
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Drizzle!"
A scatter-type technique.
Dozens, then hundreds, of nail-sized pellets launched toward another test tree.
THWIP-THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!
It was shredded in an instant.
The tree looked like a hive—riddled with holes.
This would be ideal against fast-moving or clustered enemies.
With these three techniques now stable, Kiyohara's mind began to wander.
He glanced at his chakra-forged ninja blade…
Then remembered how he used magnetism to launch high-speed iron sand coins.
A bold idea struck him—
If magnetism can control metal… why not control a blade—like a sword manipulated at a distance?
Like Orochimaru's "Grass Sword: Blade of the Sky,"
Could he create his own style of telekinetic swordplay?
He acted on instinct.
Carefully coating his ninja blade in Magnet Release chakra—not just sticking it with magnetism, but constructing a dynamic magnetic field.
The goal was to hold and manipulate the sword as if with invisible hands—to float it in the air, then slash or stab at a distance.
The technique…
Was born from his prior understanding of "Magnet Release: Magnetic Field Rotation,"
A jutsu created by his future self.
At first, it was a mess.
The blade wobbled in the air like a drunk pigeon, veering wildly.
Several times, it nearly stabbed him.
Controlling this was exponentially harder than shooting a compressed coin.
It required continuous, precise chakra flow and intense concentration.
But Kiyohara had both.
Again and again he tried, adjusting with each attempt.
His spiritual energy—enhanced through legacy fusion—gave him the focus and stamina needed.
Buzz…
Finally, the sword let out a low hum—
Wavering mid-air, but stable.
Slowly, shakily, it began to move.
A simple forward thrust.
But it was enough.
"It worked…!"
Kiyohara's eyes lit up.
He had taken the first step into a completely new form of ninjutsu.