Comparing Hashirama Senju with other Wood Release users and the pattern becomes obvious. The technique wasn't weak. The wielders simply weren't strong enough.
That's why people said the strongest ability wasn't "Wood Release," but rather Hashirama Senju himself.
The same logic applied to Magnet Release. Both Kazekage who possessed it—the Third, called the strongest in Sunagakure history, and the Fourth, Rasa, who upgraded iron sand manipulation to gold sand. Their deaths nearly cemented Sunagakure's reputation as the weakest of the Five Great Ninja Villages.
What they lacked was precisely what Jordan Evans possessed: raw power.
Chakra was the fusion product of spiritual energy and physical energy. Jordan's spirit had already broken through racial limits. His body had been extensively enhanced through stat cards and multiple Limiter Breaks.
Even if Hashirama Senju inherited the perfect Sage Body from his ancestor Asura, he couldn't match Jordan's fundamental attributes.
The only reason Jordan couldn't refine chakra before was simple: chakra didn't exist in the One-Punch Man world.
Until now.
"Huh? Where'd F-boy go?"
Jordan glanced around the balcony. His Stand had vanished the moment the work was done. He rapped his knuckles on the armrest. "Come out and talk to me!"
Who are you talking to? Watch your tone.
A pale purple head materialized beside the recliner. F-boy only bothered showing his face.
Jordan waved the purple card. "Question. According to Effect One, after loading Magnet Release, will I automatically gain both Wind and Lightning chakra?"
When manifesting the ability: first activate basic non-attribute chakra, then wind and lightning chakra, finally Magnet Release chakra.
"Got it. Package deal. You can go."
F-boy vanished without ceremony.
Jordan twirled the card between his fingers, then pressed it to his chest. The purple card shattered on contact, dissolving into streams of light that merged into his body.
The Stand ability took effect.
Reality shifted.
"Chakra," an energy that had never existed in this dimension, ignited within Jordan Evans's body. Pale blue power drew from the cells of his mind and flesh. In the span of a heartbeat, the phantom became real. The newly generated energy surged through his system like rivers converging into an ocean. The aura fluctuations radiating from his body felt bottomless, exponentially expanding.
Less than a minute passed.
He went from zero to humanoid Tailed Beast.
Throughout the process, Jordan's mental energy seemed inexhaustible. The vitality in his body was endless. No matter how greedily the chakra drew from his reserves, it never reached his limits. The upper threshold kept rising until it adapted to Jordan's exaggerated base attributes. Only then did the growth pace gradually slow.
The power systems in the One-Punch Man world were diverse enough to accept this foreign energy without complaint. Chakra settled into Jordan's body with surprising ease, welcomed by the universe's natural tolerance.
But chakra's birth wasn't the end.
A new storm was brewing.
The flow of non-attribute chakra evoked wind's whisper and lightning's flash. After both elemental chakras manifested, they fused in a specific ratio. Magnet Release chakra crystallized within Jordan's core.
He attempted to seize control of the Magnet Release chakra, converting it into magnetic force.
Before he could search for something nearby to magnetize, an invisible wave erupted outward.
It propagated at the speed of light, forming a vast field.
His biomagnetic field, amplified by Magnet Release chakra, expanded across the city.
The top-tier superpower "King of Force Fields" activated. Every element affecting the magnetic field's operation entered Jordan's awareness with crystalline clarity. His understanding of the new ability deepened rapidly, control increasing at visible speed.
With a single thought, immense psychic power transformed into spiritual particles. They attached to the expanding magnetic field, instantly blanketing all of Z City.
Information flooded in.
Countless data points, shrouded in the magnetic field, crashed into Jordan's mind as electrical signals. His fingers tapped the armrest in a steady rhythm. He closed his eyes, sorting through the excessive, chaotic information stream. A few seconds of filtering reduced the noise to manageable levels.
An ordinary person would've suffered instant brain death from the information overload.
Cars. Traffic lights. Televisions. Mobile phones. Internet signals.
Every electrical device and facility across the city experienced massive disruption simultaneously.
One neighborhood lost power completely. The neighboring district's dormant equipment roared to life at full capacity. On the streets, certain vehicle brands suffered onboard computer failures. Brake malfunctions triggered multiple traffic accidents.
In an instant, the entire city suffered electromagnetic interference comparable to a solar storm. Chaos erupted across Z City.
Having experienced yet another dismissal, Saitama walked out of the fast food restaurant with practiced indifference.
Two out-of-control vehicles collided head-on ahead of him. One jumped the curb and flipped.
Saitama blurred into motion.
He caught the baby seat mid-air, the infant inside giggling at the sudden flight. Saitama set the chair gently on the sidewalk, meeting the baby's delighted gaze.
"Absolutely no second chances," he said firmly. "You stay right here."
After ensuring the baby was secure, Saitama helped extract the other passengers from the wreckage. The parents, still trembling from shock, tried to press cash into his hands. He smiled and waved them off.
Job done, he caught his reflection in a nearby storefront window.
"My hair..." Saitama reached up, touching the strands standing on end. They felt stiff, almost prickly. "Standing up? But it feels like there's more of it than before."
He shook his head. "No, that's not the point!"
His expression turned serious. Neon lights at the intersection flashed erratically. Another collision echoed from down the street. Saitama's eyes narrowed, sensing subtle, invisible changes in the air.
"An attack by some weird monster?" His gaze swept the skyline. "I feel like I'm being watched. It's really uncomfortable. Where are you?"
The black-haired youth entered battle mode, scanning rooftops and alleyways for threats.
He found nothing by nightfall.
Apartment balcony.
The instigator of Z City's upheaval finished clearing the clutter from his mind. Jordan sensed the countless changes occurring within the magnetic field in those few chaotic seconds. His psychic power merged with the magnetic field, then activated violently.
The chaotic, out-of-control electromagnetic waves were suppressed with overwhelming force.