"Akira, what are we supposed to do now?"
Akira rubbed his chin and gave a one-word answer.
"Wait."
Sakura's brows knitted tightly. She couldn't make sense of the way his mind worked at all. "Wait? Wait to die?"
"Yeah. Wait until he shows every card he has. Then it's easier to deal with the problem properly."
Watching Akira remain this calm in the face of a steel giant dozens of ters tall, Chiyo couldn't help nodding inwardly.
This kid's nerve is sothing else. Even a battle-hardened Kage-class fighter would have a hard ti staying steady in front of a monster like that.
As a veteran Kage-level shinobi, Chiyo's eye was sharp. She could tell Akira's composure wasn't an act. It ca from absolute confidence in his own strength.
Sakura clenched her fists so tightly her palms were slick with sweat. She kept glancing anxiously at Akira, but he stood there like a statue, calmly studying the giant puppet with clear interest.
Truth be told, even Sasori had started to feel a little uncertain.
Does this guy really not feel even a trace of fear? Or does he seriously think his flesh-and-blood body can stand against my Fang?
Since he still hadn't asured Akira's true limits, Sasori didn't rush into an all-out killing blow. Instead, he chose to unveil another special ability first.
The giant human puppet swung one of its enormous arms.
In the next second, all the iron sand scattered around from the earlier fighting seed to answer a call, instantly rising into the air.
That one move left both Chiyo and Sakura stunned.
"How is that possible?! This human puppet can use Magnet Style too?!"
The human puppet made from the Third Kazekage had already been smashed apart earlier, so how could this giant thing use it too?
And where was Sasori getting enough chakra to drive a puppet this huge and manipulate Magnet Style on top of it?
In truth, both Sakura and Chiyo had underestimated him.
As a full mber of the Akatsuki, Sasori's chakra reserves absolutely belonged in the first tier among Kage-class fighters.
Akira knew that clearly. He could feel it. Sasori's chakra was sitting right at the peak of Kage level.
This was the real fully unleashed power of Sasori of the Red Sand, nothing like the watered-down version from the original fight.
His reserves were enough to stand beside Jiraiya, that monstrous chakra powerhouse.
And among the legendary Sannin, Jiraiya's chakra was widely acknowledged as the most abundant.
At first, Akira had assud Tsunade, with Senju blood in her veins, would have had the largest reserves.
But after looking into it more carefully, he realized that aside from Hashirama, the Senju generally had a lot of chakra, yes, but not to a truly absurd degree.
Tsunade certainly had more chakra than Orochimaru, but compared to soone like Jiraiya, a born candidate for Sage Mode, she still fell a bit short.
In raw reserve volu, Jiraiya absolutely stood at the top of the Kage-class pyramid.
And under the sweep of Akira's precise sensory radar, the energy fluctuations inside Sasori's puppet-driving core did not fall behind Jiraiya in the slightest.
For all Tsunade's usual imposing presence, a large part of her vast chakra stores ca from the Strength of a Hundred Seal on her forehead.
That reserve was exactly why she could later keep the entire village alive when Pain blasted Konoha into ruins.
It was the result of decades of saving up chakra. Ever since developing her fear of blood, she had used her strength carefully whenever possible, and over decades that stockpile had naturally beco terrifying.
With chakra reserves at the peak of Kage class like this, controlling a giant human puppet was almost effortless for Sasori.
And on top of that, this puppet had clearly been modified with extre care inside and out.
The amount of chakra needed to drive it was actually quite low.
The only thing that gave Akira even a hint of surprise was that this hulking puppet could also use Magnet Style.
That, at least, was interesting.
The iron sand in the air rapidly condensed, and in the blink of an eye it transford into countless pitch-black spears, every sharpened tip locked directly onto Akira.
A faintly amused smile touched Akira's lips.
So, this was the plan. Take out the leader first.
Beside him, Sakura's heart shot straight into her throat. She clenched her fists tighter and instinctively edged a little closer to Akira.
Those iron-sand spears glimred with a strange violet sheen. They were obviously coated in a vicious poison. One scratch would be enough.
Akira, on the other hand, looked as if he were strolling through a garden. If anything, he seed curious to see what kind of variation Sasori could produce with Magnet Style.
That attitude only made Sakura more uneasy. She was terrified Akira was underestimating the threat.
But when she rembered the absurd power he had shown just a short while ago, she couldn't help thinking that maybe this man really did have the right to be arrogant.
Across from them, Sasori found himself growing strangely uneasy as he watched Akira's casual expression.
But he forced himself steady again. This human puppet could fight a Tailed Beast head-on. It had even inherited the Third Kazekage's Magnet Style. There was no reason it should lose to so teenager.
Once that thought settled, Sasori stopped hesitating. Killing intent flooded his mind.
If you want to die, then so be it.
With the puppet's arm slamming downward, hundreds of iron spears suspended in the air tore through the wind at once, screaming as they ca, pouring toward Akira like black rain.
Sakura watched the lethal spears rush closer and closer, and Akira still hadn't moved. Her brows twisted together in pure panic.
Then, when the iron spears were only five or six ters from Akira's face—
his fingers finally moved.
They moved so fast they left afterimages hanging in the air.
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