Against power like this, Magnet Release really was useless.
At this point, Rasa had lost all will to fight.
He knew that if he kept going, he would only be on the receiving end of a beating.
The worst part? Yan wasn't even using ninjutsu—he was just playing around with Susano'o, stomping like it was a game of whack-a-mole.
Having overwhelming power and being able to crush your opponent at any moment—but choosing not to, instead toying with them slowly.
"Dammit!!"
The sheer impact of a fully-formed Susano'o was terrifying.
Even with Rasa's warnings, many Sunagakure ninjas stood frozen, dumbfounded.
To keep them from getting stomped to death, Rasa had no choice but to keep using Magnet Release to carry them away, desperately flying toward the Land of Wind.
Yan thought Rasa would run straight back to his village without looking back.
But surprisingly, the guy actually had some guts—after sending his men away, he returned.
Rasa was back, but at this point, he had no will to fight.
Finding it boring, Yan deactivated Susano'o.
To be fair, maintaining this form really did drain his eye power.
Fortunately, he wasn't afraid of that anymore. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to activate the full-body Susano'o so easily.
"Can we have a proper talk now?"
"Hmm."
Rasa was in an awful mood, but he couldn't just run away. He was the Kazekage, the leader of Sunagakure Village.
If he fled, his reputation would be ruined. Even if it meant being humiliated or beaten by Yan, he had to stay and settle this matter.
Luckily, Yan didn't push things any further.
The massive Susano'o vanished, and Rasa let out a sigh of relief.
Yan held up two fingers and waved them at Rasa.
"I only have two requests for Sunagakure Village. First, Konohagakure's and the Land of Fire's trade caravans, as well as our mission-operating ninja—if they report and apply through the proper channels, your village must not make excuses to block or detain them or their goods."
"Fine."
Rasa gritted his teeth and nodded. "I will issue an official notice warning our ninja not to do this again to avoid any misunderstandings."
"Second, tell your village's ninja to behave. Stop wandering into the Land of Fire for no reason, acting like they have nothing better to do. And don't start making excuses and using big talk when they get caught—it's really irritating."
"If Sunagakure's ninja don't break this habit, then I'll personally step in to help them."
"This kind of thing won't happen again!"
Rasa's face was grim.
Anyone would feel terrible being dragged into trouble and humiliated just because their village's ninja had been causing problems.
But Sunagakure Village had been like this for decades.
People had gotten used to it, and in the past, it was never a big deal. If caught, they were just chased away, and that was the end of it.
No Hokage or high-ranking official had ever made such a big issue out of it like Yan was doing now.
No one had ever escalated things this far.
"Rasa, remember your promise. Otherwise, next time, Susano'o won't just be stomping around on the border—I'll personally go to Sunagakure Village and let your people see the full power of the Uchiha."
"This is my final warning."
"And if that happens, it won't just be a few stomps. You don't want to see what Susano'o is truly capable of."
"Also, whatever Uchiha Obito was able to do, I can do too. If Konohagakure had the Nine-Tails attack, Sunagakure Village can have its own One-Tail rampage."
"Now, get lost."
I've said what I needed to say. You can leave now.
Take my words seriously—unless Sunagakure Village doesn't want a peaceful future anymore.
Rasa didn't respond. Without hesitation, he stepped onto his golden sand and left.
"OH!!!!"
As they watched Rasa leave, the ninja in the camp burst into cheers.
How long had it been?
How long had it been since Konohagakure's ninja had a reason to celebrate like this?
Yan's performance, stomping around like a game of whack-a-mole, had fired them up. Their blood was boiling with excitement.
And when it was all over and Rasa left in defeat, the Konohagakure ninja couldn't hold back their cheers any longer.
The Uchiha clan was the loudest of them all—because Yan had just shown them what true Uchiha power looked like.
Technically, the Rinnegan was supposed to be the Uchiha's ultimate power.
Not everyone can possess the Rinnegan. The Eternal Mangekyō and the complete Susano'o are already considered the ultimate powers of the Uchiha's Sharingan.
The Rinnegan is more like a different kind of ocular ability—something beyond the Sharingan, standing apart from it.
Yan raised his hand with a smile and shouted:
"Let's hear your cheers!!! Get people ready with food and drinks. If we run out, go hunt in the surrounding area. I'm allowing three days of celebration in the camp—let's make it wild!!!"
Life at the border camp had always been tough. Given the choice, few were willing to endure the harsh conditions of guarding the frontier.
Yan decided to treat the camp's shinobi to some fun—a proper, rowdy celebration.
Three days of festivities were already an extraordinary privilege.
This was something Konohagakure had never done before.
Normally, the border camps were always on high alert, ready for war at any moment. Relaxation was never an option.
But now, Yan was giving them a chance to truly unwind and enjoy themselves for a few days.
Of course, this only applied to this camp—not all of them.
One camp letting loose for a while was fine, but if every camp did it, Tsunade would lose her mind.
"Sir, you've really put me in a tough spot," Nara Shikaku muttered as he watched the camp's shinobi scatter, rushing into the forest.
Shikaku sighed helplessly. If anything went wrong during this time, he—the one in charge of managing the camp—would be the one taking the blame.
"If I'm not worried, why are you? Let them relax. Enough talk—just send the news back to the village."
Yan cut off Shikaku before he could start lecturing.
Save your words for Tsunade when we get back. I don't care for that kind of talk. If I said they could celebrate, then they will celebrate.
"But—"
Shikaku hesitated.
Yan turned to look at him, his gaze sharp enough to make Shikaku instinctively shut his mouth.
"From now on, if he says even one word, hang him up for an hour. Shisui, Itachi—you two are in charge of enforcing this. Watch him, time it, and catch him if he tries to run."
"Yes, sir!"
Shisui and Itachi stared at Shikaku with eager anticipation.
Go on, say something. Give us an excuse to turn this into entertainment. One word, one hour hanging—this'll be fun.
"....."
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