Railgun

"Huh, my waist is burning?"

This thought had just arisen when it was swallowed by intense pain and fear. The rock-armored armor made of rocks was continuously crumbling and falling off, revealing the original appearance of the flesh.

"You... Is this the Gentle Fist?" asked the tall rock shinobi with a pale face.

"It shouldn't be." Satoru pondered and said.

Strictly speaking, this move was an upgraded version of Magnetic Palm 2.0. The first generation of Magnetic Palm utilized the principle of electromagnetic pulses, causing burns and impact injuries to the human body. However, in version 2.0, Satoru attempted to combine Gentle Fist techniques with his developed Magnetic Palm, using Gentle Fist to strike out the damage caused by Magnetic Palm from the inside.

This was also the reason why the opponent's rock armor was so fragile because the damage was inflicted from the inside.

Satoru was not bound by forms; his pursuit and goal were to combine various techniques to unleash greater power.

A critical strike on the internal organs, along with a flying waist, finally caused the tall rock shinobi to let out a resentful cry before helplessly falling to the ground.

Satoru looked towards Rin's position, seeing that her battle had also entered a white-hot state. The rock shinobi was using his shinobi sword to suppress Rin, forcing her to retreat step by step.

Seeing their teammate killed by Satoru, the rock shinobi let out an angry roar, bloodshot eyes revealing in his rage. His attack with the shinobi sword suddenly intensified, nearly overwhelming Rin.

"Trouble!" Satoru's heart skipped a beat and immediately rushed over to support her.

However, under the successive attacks, Rin exposed a tiny opening, which the rock shinobi seized. The shinobi sword swung fiercely towards Rin's head, his eyes filled with ferocity.

"It's over!"

The distance was too far, and there was no time!

Satoru's heart sank.

The scene seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of flesh being pierced, and the continuous flow of crimson blood.

The rock shinobi's body seemed to have solidified, his pupils trembling incessantly. The shinobi sword stopped just an inch away from Rin's forehead, a strand of black hair falling onto the blade.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only red foam kept coming out. A shuriken was tightly lodged in his throat, and fresh blood flowed down the slender fingers gripping the shuriken.

Rin's cold eyes turned scarlet like blood, and a jet-black tomoe slowly rotated in her eyes.

Satoru finally arrived, standing dumbfoundedly behind Rin.

"Are you okay?"

"Satoru, what you said was right. Only in life and death situations can the Sharingan be truly awakened."

Pulling out the shuriken and wiping off the blood, Rin spoke in a calm tone.

"Congratulations."

Satoru let out a sigh of relief, but then his expression became strange. Awakening the Sharingan at the age of nine, there was no doubt that Rin was a true genius.

Having become so close to her, would he be sacrificed one day?

It shouldn't... be possible.

"Where's Anko?" Rin asked.

Satoru looked over and saw the lower-ranking shinobi who had been fighting with Anko. Suddenly, a large pile of black insects crawled out from beneath his feet, swarming around and feasting on his flesh, causing him to scream in pain.

"It's over." Anko wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down exhaustedly.

Shibi appeared on the battlefield, admiring the group.

"You all did well, facing shinobi whose numbers exceeded yours and completing the mission perfectly."

"No, it's all thanks to Satoru and Rin. I couldn't even defeat a low-ranking shinobi." Anko lowered her head in frustration, realizing the gap between herself and her teammates.

"No, Anko, you are already very outstanding. The low-ranking shinobi you fought was at a disadvantage. Even if I didn't intervene, you would have won in the end."

Anko fell silent, lowering her head slightly.

"Shibi-sensei, go check the supplies the rock shinobi was searching for," Satoru said.

"Okay."

When he arrived at the spot where the carriage was parked, Satoru found that the rock shinobi who had been guarding the supplies was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling and lifted the cloth covering the carriage, only to be dumbfounded.

Inside the carriage were only several wooden boxes arranged in such a way as to prevent peeping. There was not a trace of supplies.

"We fell for it!"

"This carriage was just a ruse. The real supplies were probably transferred with a sealing scroll long ago," Shibi said, his heart sinking. During the battle, he had focused all his attention on ensuring the safety of his students, and he never expected such a mishap to occur.

Satoru immediately activated his Byakugan. Through its view, he saw a middle-ranking shinobi carrying a huge scroll on his back, running frantically into the distance.

It was the rock shinobi who had guarded the supplies!

"In that direction, about 800 meters away from here." Satoru pointed out the location of the escaping rock shinobi through his Byakugan's view.

Shibi looked over and saw a tiny black dot on the vast grassland, rapidly getting smaller.

From the change in the battle situation to the time when they came to search, it was a very short period. The shinobi was skilled in speed, and even if they chased after him at full speed, they probably wouldn't catch up.

Shibi analyzed quickly in his mind and sighed helplessly.

"This mission has failed. I will explain my mistake to the Hokage. You all have performed admirably."

"Wait, Shibi-sensei, can you use the swarm to lift me up? It doesn't need to be very high, just 5 meters will do," Satoru said.

Shibi looked puzzled and said, "Considering your weight, it is possible to use insects to build a platform and lift you to that height. But... what do you want to do?"

"No time to hesitate, hurry!" Satoru looked at him seriously.

"Alright."

Although he didn't understand what his student wanted to do, Shibi could only trust him.

Shibi raised his palm, and countless black insects emerged from his body, forming a black platform under Satoru's feet, unsteadily lifting him to a height of 5 meters.

"A little higher."

Shibi increased the output of the swarm, raising Satoru to a height of 5 meters.

"What do you plan to do?"

He looked up at Satoru on the black platform.

Stepping on the soft insect pad, Satoru took a deep breath and took out a scroll from his pocket, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"The first time I use the Railgun in combat, don't let me down!"

Bang!

The white mist dissipated, and a huge bow and arrow appeared in Satoru's hand, the bowstring flickering with a metallic glint.

"That is... Satoru, are you finally going to use it?" Rin's eyes lit up from below.

Placing a metallic arrow on the bowstring, Satoru took a deep breath and began to construct the electromagnetic propulsion, aiming the arrowhead at the tiny black dot in the distance that was almost invisible.

Electromagnetic propulsion under construction... construction complete!

Wind speed measurement...

Air humidity estimation...

Gravity acceleration calculation...

Byakugan view correction, target locked.

Satoru held his breath, and with a slight release of his finger gripping the bowstring, in an instant, accompanied by a sharp explosion, the metal arrow, enveloped in an electric arc, shot towards the distance.

"Go, my railgun!" He roared in his heart.

...

"That was close! Looks like they didn't chase after us!"

Kaito, who was desperately fleeing, glanced back. He was breathing heavily.

"I didn't expect the Iwa-nin to be killed. Those terrifying Konoha brats! After returning to Iwagakure, I must warn the Tsuchikage to increase vigilance, especially against that Hyuga brat..."

Kaito thought of his two teammates who died tragically, and a chill rose in his heart. This terrifying Hyuga brat must not be allowed to live!

As he was contemplating, a strong sense of life-and-death crisis suddenly exploded from his back. He quickly turned his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of ninjutsu is this!!!

Before he could even roar in anger, the arrow surrounded by an electric arc had already reached him. The arrow's terrifying piercing power tore through his body and the scroll on his back, smashing heavily into the ground.

...

On the insect pad, Satoru put down the raised bow and arrow, a slight smile curling up his lips as he whispered something that only he could hear.

"Target eliminated."