"Kazekage-sama, there's a situation. Karura-sama has returned."
"Returned? Isn't that a good thing?"
Rasa's face flickered with a moment of relief. "If she has found her way back, then let her enjoy the warmth of our village again."
A smile formed on his lips. However, the Jōnin hesitated.
"Kazekage-sama… Karura-sama did not return alone."
Rasa's brows furrowed. "Not alone? Who else is with her?"
"There are three others," the shinobi reported. "And among them… is Konoha's Red-Hot Habanero, Uzumaki Kushina."
The name sent a shiver through Rasa's body.
"Kushina?" His eyes narrowed.
Karura had brought people from Konoha? What could this mean?
"Come with me. Now."
With a flick of his wrist, Rasa controlled his Gold Dust and ascended toward the outer wall of Sunagakure.
He saw them immediately.
Karura stood at the forefront, her expression cold and unreadable. Beside her, Uzumaki Kushina, the crimson-haired menace of Konoha, watched with an amused smirk. Next to her stood a stunning woman with long raven-black hair—Uchiha Mikoto. And finally, the last one…
A man.
Orange hair. Red eyes. Slitted pupils, filled with the eerie presence of a beast.
Rasa felt his instincts screaming at him. His gaze involuntarily shifted away from the man, as if his very presence was an affront to reason.
Karura took a step forward, her voice as icy as the desert night.
"Rasa."
The Kazekage forced a smirk. "Kara, you've finally come home. This is your village."
"I came back to take your life."
The wind howled between them.
"My life?" Rasa scoffed. "You think you can take it?"
"If not me, then who?" Karura tilted her head. "Or do you believe you can stand against all of us?"
"Hah! You think you can challenge all of Sunagakure alone? That's delusional."
Kushina yawned and stretched, unimpressed. "Tch. This is the guy who forced you into marriage? Pathetic."
Rasa's face darkened.
He understood now.
Karura didn't just bring these people here—she brought them to humiliate him.
Kushina cracked her knuckles. "Kara, take out this scumbag already. Leave the rest to us."
"Protect the Kazekage! Eliminate the intruders!"
Baki, one of the senior Jōnin, barked the order. The Sand Shinobi moved in unison, unleashing a barrage of kunai toward Kurama.
"You fools."
Mikoto stepped forward, her Sharingan spinning into existence.
Three tomoe whirled violently—then shifted.
A new pattern.
The Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Void Severance."
A pulse of energy rippled outward.
In an instant, the Sand Shinobi were frozen, ensnared in a swirling distortion of space itself.
Then, reality shredded.
Screams tore through the battlefield as bodies were twisted and ripped apart, flesh and bone eviscerated in a storm of spatial destruction.
Blood rained onto the sand.
Baki's eyes widened in horror. "W-What… what is this power?!"
The remaining shinobi stepped back, their faces pale. They had just witnessed dozens of their comrades annihilated in the blink of an eye.
Rasa's fingers twitched. "Mangekyō Sharingan… Damn it. Karura actually brought someone of this caliber."
Kurama chuckled, stepping forward. "You might want to stay put. Unless you want to end up like them."
The surviving Sand Shinobi hesitated.
"Karura-sama… is fighting the Kazekage? But aren't they—"
"Engaged? Hah, what a joke. That was never her choice."
"Hey, lower your voice. If Kazekage-sama hears, you're as good as dead."
The tension in the air was thick. The whispers of the Sunagakure shinobi spread like wildfire.
Karura turned to her allies. "This is my fight. Stay out of it."
"Understood," Kurama nodded. "Do whatever you need to do."
Rasa's eyes gleamed with malice. "You think you can defeat me alone? Fine. I accept your challenge. No one interferes!"
The battlefield cleared as the two warriors faced each other.
Kurama leaned back, amused. "This should be fun."
Rasa lifted his hand, summoning a massive tidal wave of Gold Dust.
"Gold Dust Wave!"
The golden sand surged forward, glistening under the desert sun.
Karura leaped into the air, her Sand Shield forming instinctively. The two forces collided, creating a thunderous explosion.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Burial!"
The golden tendrils twisted, forming a suffocating tomb around Karura.
Tch. A massive amount of Gold Dust. This bastard really was the richest man in Sunagakure.
But Karura wasn't fazed.
She stretched out her hand.
"Sand Coffin!"
The battlefield trembled as her sand surged up, swallowing the golden mass in an instant. The two elements twisted and ground against each other, locked in a brutal struggle.
Karura's eyes scanned the field. There. She found it.
Rasa's Third Eye.
A smirk formed on her lips. "Got you."
Her sand lunged forward, crushing the floating orb of gold dust.
Rasa's vision blackened.
"Tch." He clenched his fists. "You're getting bold, Karura."
But he wasn't done yet.
Even without his Third Eye, he had more than enough strength to crush her.
From the sidelines, Kushina crossed her arms. "Yo, Kurama, you think she'll win?"
Mikoto narrowed her eyes, watching every movement.
"She's holding her own."
Kurama smirked. "Let's see how far she can push him."
High above the battlefield, Karura glared down at Rasa.
"This isn't a joke, Rasa. I will kill you."
The sky darkened.
A monstrous wave of sand loomed in the distance, rolling in from the desert horizon like a tidal wave of death.
The battle was far from over.
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