Anyone who had watched One Piece knew this scene.
When Ace was captured, Whitebeard stormed Marineford to rescue him and the moment the war began, he handed the Marines a "gift."
A world-ending tsunami.
A true disaster-class power.
If not for Aokiji's Ice Logia, Marineford would have been half-destroyed in that opening blow alone.
Right now...
Namikaze Kirito stood in the exact same position Whitebeard once did.
His fists were thrown outward in the same casual, overwhelming way.
Only this wasn't the sea.
This was the Land of Wind.
There was no water—
—but there was sand.
Endless sand.
The moment the Tremor Fruit activated, no waves of water rose.
Instead—
sand waves that blotted out the sky surged forward.
BOOM—!
The sandstorm roared like a living catastrophe, swallowing the desert in its path.
The thunderous impact made every shinobi present—except Kirito—stare in disbelief.
"This… what is this?!"
"Is that… his ability?"
"I—I must be dreaming… hahahaha…"
Some of the Sand shinobi's minds simply broke.
How could something like this be stopped by manpower?
Seeing morale collapse, Rasa clenched his teeth and shouted.
"Are you all idiots?!"
"Behind you is your home!"
"Pick up your weapons—prepare to fight!"
He stepped forward first.
Both hands flew into seals, then rose high.
"Magnet Style — Sand Gold Wave!"
The desert trembled.
Golden sand surged up from the ground, sweeping outward in massive arcs, colliding head-on with the incoming sand waves.
BOOM— BOOM— BOOM—
Gold and sand crashed together violently.
The impact sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield, knocking weaker shinobi flat onto the ground.
The sun vanished completely.
This desert was Sunagakure's home terrain—
—but it was just as much Kirito's.
On this day, the true power of the Tremor Fruit finally revealed itself to the world.
Sweat poured down Rasa's face.
Every ounce of his focus was locked onto the sand waves. If he failed here, Sunagakure would be erased.
Most shinobi might survive—
—but the civilians would not.
And worse—
Kirito stood there calmly, directly opposite him.
He hadn't even attacked Rasa yet.
Three pairs of eyes were watching him.
Was there anything more terrifying than that?
Time was against him.
Rasa had only brought a few hundred shinobi. Against someone like Kirito, numbers meant nothing unless overwhelming.
"AAAAHHH—!"
While Sunagakure despaired—
Orochimaru was ecstatic.
His eyes burned with madness.
"This is incredible…!"
"This power—completely different from the darkness before!"
"A new system… a new law of destruction!"
"How could I not be excited?!"
"Kirito-kun!" Orochimaru laughed breathlessly.
"Why don't we just erase Sunagakure, dig out that old woman, and head straight to my base?"
Kirito didn't answer.
He simply looked at Rasa.
Amused.
"STOP IT!!!"
Veins bulged across Rasa's face.
He leapt onto a platform of gold sand and shot into the air, forcing his chakra to its limit.
Even so...
He could only halt the sand waves directly around himself.
The rest surged toward Sunagakure.
"Evacuate the civilians!"
Hundreds of Sand shinobi split off instantly, racing back toward the village.
At last, the sand waves closest to Rasa were suppressed.
But the ones behind him—
he couldn't stop them.
Rasa turned, killing intent blazing in his eyes.
"I don't care who you are."
"You've crossed a line."
"I'll bury you here—along with our civilians!"
"Magnet Style — Gold Dust Lance!"
Golden sand shot forward, condensing into multiple rotating drills that tore through the air toward Kirito.
"Dark Release — Blackpool."
Kirito didn't dodge.
He wanted to test this jutsu anyway.
Black mist surged forward, forming a massive, crushing wave.
There was no explosion.
No violent clash.
The golden lances simply—
sank into the darkness.
Devoured.
Gold sand was still matter.
And the darkness consumed all matter.
This was a simplified application of the Dark Fruit, shaped into a fixed ninjutsu using chakra. Though weaker than the original ability, its core properties remained untouched.
Seeing his attack nullified, Rasa slammed his palms into the ground.
Gold sand surged beneath his feet, lifting him higher.
More than ten meters into the air.
His hands waved sharply.
"Magnet Style — Great Gold Dust Burial!"
Gold sand swept in from all directions, encircling Kirito, Itachi, and Orochimaru.
More sand followed—spiraling upward, sealing them inside.
This was the predecessor of Gaara's Sand Burial—
—but heavier.
Denser.
Deadlier.
As the gold dust closed in, Rasa saw it—
A pair of black pupils, smiling calmly at him.
WHOOSH—!
The three figures burst out of the burial zone.
But Rasa wasn't finished.
"Don't run!"
Chakra surged violently through his body.
He pointed with one hand.
"Magnet Style — Gold Dust Realm!"
Sharp gold spikes erupted from the ground like spears, slamming directly into the trio.
They didn't dodge in time.
The spikes pierced through them.
Blood sprayed.
Crimson streaks splashed across the gold dust.
Rasa landed slowly, breathing hard.
He stared coldly at the three bodies.
"This is what happens—"
"...when you trespass in Sunagakure."
PFFT
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