"Did it work?"
Chiyo hesitated for a moment, her tone a bit uncertain.
If it had been anyone else caught in Rasa's attack, she wouldn't even need to think, she would've been absolutely certain the enemy was dead.
But the opponent this time… was the Iron Fist.
Setting aside his legendary fame, just the two times he came out of retirement, pressing down an entire hidden village alone, were enough to force Onoki, who had just lost his beloved son, to send a surrender letter straight to Konoha.
And to force the Third Raikage to declare that no Cloud ninja was ever again allowed to set foot in the Land of Fire during his lifetime.
These two incidents alone made it impossible for her not to treat Garp as the strongest enemy Sunagakure had ever faced.
"It worked."
Rasa was just about to speak confidently when a hint of teasing suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
At the same time, the desert, covered in sand and gold dust, split open with crisscrossing cracks so deep and jagged that just looking at them made one's scalp numb.
Immediately after, with the sound of earth-shattering rumbling, a series of massive slashes, shining like aurora streaks, erupted from the cracks, tearing through the sand and rushing toward the sky.
Under the stunned gazes of Rasa and the others, the slashes cleaved the desert… and then cleaved the sky themselves.
Before Rasa, Chiyo, Ebizo, and every Sand ninja present could even recover from seeing the desert and sky split open at once, Garp's massive silhouette stepped through the cracks, walking out from the depths of the desert at an unhurried, leisurely pace.
"Not a scratch on me."
Chiyo's gaze locked on Garp, who looked like he was taking a casual stroll through a park, and her expression grew extremely heavy.
"Not even his clothes got scuffed."
Ebizo's mouth hung open. Even seeing it with his own eyes, he still found it hard to believe.
"Don't lie to me."
When Rasa saw that Garp was completely unharmed, his black suit without even a single tear, yet was acting as if something had "worked," he ground his teeth in fury.
"Don't take yourself so seriously, boy. A mere little Kazekage, do you really think someone like me needs to lie to you?"
As Garp spoke, he raised a hand and pointed at the faint golden specks on his collar.
"Look, brave Kazekage, you actually managed to dirty my clothes."
He tapped at the extremely tiny, almost invisible specks of gold dust on his collar.
"You bastard."
Rasa's eyes widened, his face flushing dark.
He never imagined that what Garp meant by "it worked"… was this.
"Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Jutsu!"
Ebizo's expression also turned ice cold.
Even though Garp had teased Rasa, as a Suna Elder, he naturally felt insulted as well.
Infuriated, he immediately released the Wind Release ninjutsu he had quietly prepared earlier.
He opened his mouth and spat, instantly, the battlefield that had just settled into calm exploded into roaring wind and blinding sand.
Countless visible wind blades intertwined, merging into a storm cannon like an artillery shell, shooting straight at Garp.
"Feels cool."
The wind blades that could slice solid rock clean apart landed on Garp.
Other than making his eyes narrow slightly, as if he were enjoying a refreshing breeze, it had no effect at all.
"Puppet Technique: Three Treasures Suction Crush!"
At the same moment Ebizo attacked, Chiyo's ten fingers danced rapidly.
Under her nimble control, ten puppets, lifeless constructs, moved as though granted life itself, faster and more agile than any shinobi.
Among them, three members of the Chikamatsu Collection formed a triangular formation.
Working in sync with Ebizo's Wind Release, they unleashed a powerful tornado meant to drag Garp in.
Yet no matter how the siblings combined their Wind Release and puppet techniques, Garp remained immovable, a mountain rooted into the desert.
Forget dragging him, just making him sway even a little was impossible.
"Why are you all constantly targeting my clothes?"
Garp glanced at his black suit, which fluttered violently under the attacks, and frowned slightly.
"This man has been playing from beginning to end."
"He never took us seriously, not us, not this war."
Seeing their techniques achieve absolutely nothing, Chiyo and Ebizo felt their hearts sink.
"Get over here."
At that moment, Rasa suddenly roared.
Under his Magnet Release, gold dust surged skyward like crashing waves, wave after wave slamming into Garp.
But wind, sand, gold dust, none of it mattered. No matter how the three combined their strength, they still couldn't shake Garp's towering figure.
"All right then, I usually don't beat young brats but since you insist… I'll give you what you want."
Just as the three of them were starting to feel despair, Garp whose feet seemed rooted deep beneath the desert suddenly relaxed, allowing the gold dust waves to shove him straight into the triangular puppet formation.
Immediately, the three puppets released a fierce tornado, trying to crush Garp's body.
Crunch!
Hearing the grinding noise as Garp was caught directly in the tornado of their combined attack, the three of them felt no joy at all.
Not only was it obvious that he let it happen, Garp, struck head-on by the attack, remained completely unharmed.
There was no way they could feel happy about that.
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