Countless grains of iron sand formed into dense needle-like spikes, covering every direction—completely enveloping Hyuga Arin.
And the range of this technique spanned over half a city.
"I don't think this thing of yours can control me," Arin said, looking at the Third Kazekage with confusion.
The Third Kazekage sneered. "Take a look outside."
Arin turned his gaze beyond the Iron Sand World Method. Outside, layers upon layers of iron sand were clearly visible, like a dense fog blanketing the entire city.
"So during our fight… you've been continuously producing iron sand?" Arin instantly understood how the opponent had achieved this scale.
Throughout the battle, the Kazekage had been generating iron sand nonstop, spreading it across the entire surroundings—
All while Arin's attention was focused on him.
Inside the Iron Sand World, this was the only place with relatively little iron sand. But as more continued to be produced, Arin's space to move was shrinking rapidly.
"As expected of a Kage," Arin chuckled lightly. Even when pushed to the brink, he showed no urgency at all.
The Third Kazekage frowned.
Something felt off.
Arin smiled faintly and pointed at his forehead.
"Did you forget something?"
The Kazekage looked at Arin's forehead—
A scarlet eye.
Within the crimson pupil, three tomoe slowly rotated.
"Sharingan?!"
Why would a Hyuga possess the Sharingan?!
He had already thought about this once before—
Behind him, the crimson Sharingan seemed to manifest, and in an instant—
The world shattered.
The two of them floated in midair.
The Iron Sand World had yet to deploy.
The Third Kazekage raised his hand, about to act—
But that moment of daze tipped the balance of victory.
Slash.
A flaming blade swept across his shoulder.
BOOM!
A violent explosion devoured his body.
In the distance, atop a rooftop, the Third Kazekage reappeared, clutching his severed arm as he dropped to one knee.
He stared coldly at Arin.
"You can manipulate memory?!"
"Not just that."
The voice sounded right beside him.
The Kazekage's pupils shrank as countless iron sand surged to wrap around his body.
BOOM!
Flames detonated against the iron sand as countless spikes shot outward in all directions.
Arin's figure flickered, appearing in midair. He glanced at the spike-covered rooftop, then toward the iron sand blanketing the distance.
In truth—
He hadn't changed the overall situation much.
Looking at the iron sand sphere below that protected the Kazekage, Arin clicked his tongue.
"As expected of someone who became a Kage… your reaction speed is insane."
He had already manipulated the opponent's five senses—even distorted spatial perception—
Yet the Kazekage had still responded instantly, attacking in all directions and even striking him in return.
Arin stretched out his arm.
Iron sand was already invading his body.
Without hesitation—
He swung his blade and severed his own arm.
"Level up!"
Name: I Am Little Arin
Class: Hunter
Sub-class: Medic
Level: Lv.55 (0 / 181,500)
With his remaining experience, he leveled up once.
The severed arm regenerated instantly.
Once iron sand entered the body, it would seize control completely.
"Your reaction isn't bad either," the Third Kazekage said in a low voice.
"From the very beginning, when you used the Sharingan, you erased my memory of you having it. And when I saw it again, you erased part of my tactical memory."
Even though parts of his memory were missing, he still quickly reconstructed his original plan.
If not for losing his arm—
Victory would already be his.
"Your memory is too difficult to shake. I could only erase temporary segments," Arin said with a hint of regret.
"Now it's a matter of whether my iron sand fills this space first… or I collapse first," the Kazekage said coldly.
Arin took a deep breath.
This man was truly the toughest opponent he had ever faced.
"Then let's see how long you can last."
Arin's body began to expand.
His clothes burst apart.
"Oni Mode."
His figure blurred into layers of afterimages.
"Shadow Clone Technique."
Violent flames ignited across his body.
"Transformation Technique."
"Full power unleashed!!!"
The Kazekage's body became wrapped in iron sand, forming armor.
Behind him, iron sand formed wings—and even replaced his missing arm.
Magnet Release: Iron Sand Wings
He shot forward toward Arin.
Two figures capable of flight collided in the sky.
BOOM!!!
Flames and iron sand filled the heavens.
In close combat, the Kazekage relied on iron sand to barely keep up with Arin.
But Arin's monstrous strength in Oni Mode, combined with Shadow Clones, gave him the advantage.
At mid and long range—
Iron sand suppressed the flames.
But with Nen-assisted calculation, Arin's flames barely held the line.
Not to mention—
With Transformation Technique, he turned his body into fire, negating most damage entirely.
The battle raged from sky to ground.
RUMBLE!!!
Countless buildings collapsed.
The entire city became a scene of apocalypse.
But as time passed—
Arin's chakra began to run low.
Maintaining all these states consumed enormous energy.
He began consuming Essence to recover chakra.
The battle dragged on.
A full day passed.
Neither side gained the upper hand.
They clashed once more and separated, landing on opposite piles of ruins.
The Third Kazekage panted heavily, his face deathly pale.
"You're going to lose."
Arin glanced around at the iron sand filling the surroundings.
After a full day—
The Kazekage had nearly saturated the entire space.
Only a small area remained.
The Kazekage could move freely.
Arin—
Could only move within this shrinking zone.
But compared to the Kazekage's exhaustion—
Arin merely took a light breath.
A savage grin spread across his face.
"You're going to die too."
The Kazekage's chakra was nearly depleted.
His arm injury untreated.
After such intense combat—
He had already lost too much blood.
He was at his limit.
"Taking you down with me… is worth it," the Kazekage said coldly.
Someone this young already possessing power rivaling his—
If allowed to grow—
They would never defeat Konoha.
Better to trade his present for Konoha's future.
In his eyes—
That was a profit.
Arin glanced at his remaining Essence.
Only a few tens of thousands left.
His experience was enough for one more level.
His Byakugan swept the surroundings.
The Nen Fish he had relied on—
Had already been destroyed by the iron sand.
Completely useless.
"Then…"
White mist poured from Arin's mouth.
"Final move."
Flames formed twin horns on his forehead.
His skin cracked like molten rock.
With Level 7 Fire Release—
He had discovered a forbidden method.
Become one with flame.
His skin began to burn away under extreme heat.
Blood turned into flowing magma.
Flame Demon Mode — Activated.
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