Yagura yanked out a bandaged blade. The second it cleared the sheath, a savage suction force exploded from the weapon.
Rasa's eyes narrowed as he watched Yagura raise Sahada high against the storm of incoming ninjutsu.
"A jinchuriki with Sahada… this guy just got a lot harder to kill."
Sahada made most ninjutsu worthless. And anything physical? A jinchuriki's defense and regeneration were bullshit. You needed Eight Gates-level taijutsu or Mangekyō genjutsu to put one down for good.
Then Rasa rembered the one thing Sunagakure actually had that could end this.
The Sun Disk.
He'd bled the entire village dry building it. It didn't run on chakra. It ran on raw sunlight. Sahada couldn't touch it. Even a perfect jinchuriki couldn't tank it.
Only problem? The damn thing wasn't here. He needed to drag Yagura to it.
The ground beneath them turned into shifting quicksand. Rasa kept the sand walls high so Yagura couldn't see what was coming.
Yagura grinned like a maniac, Sahada still raised.
"Rasa, what the fuck can you even do to ? Co out and fight like a man! Your chakra gonna outlast mine? I'm a jinchuriki with Sahada. You're not. That toy of yours isn't shit compared to this. When you run dry, who's gonna save Sunagakure?"
The more he talked, the more worked up he got. Back in the Mist he'd never been shit when the village was strong. Now that everything was falling apart, he finally saw his shot to flip the script—crush Rasa, burn Sunagakure to the ground, and drag the Mist back to glory. Bigger glory than it ever had.
He never noticed the ground moving. Never realized they were already far from the village walls. He was too busy jerking off to his victory fantasy.
Then Sahada twitched in his grip.
Yagura's eyes snapped open.
"Sothing's wrong. The ground's moving. Rasa, you sneaky bastard—"
He slamd a chakra-charged fist into the sand. The shockwave punched deep.
Rasa felt it through the ground.
"He figured it out. Doesn't matter. Backup's already here."
A massive shadow dropped over them.
Yagura looked up and froze. Sothing huge was descending from the sky—way bigger than Yatagarasu. It looked like a building, not a creature. Square base. Giant golden sphere on top glowing like the sun itself. Gold sand swirled around it, holding the whole thing aloft.
Pressure rolled off it in waves.
Yagura's gut twisted.
"What the hell is that? He actually flew a fucking building over here?"
The structure kept dropping. Rasa stepped out from behind the sand curtain, riding a platform of gold dust, hovering above everything like so desert god.
Yagura's bad feeling spiked. But seeing Rasa out in the open, he couldn't resist.
"Water Style: Water Mirror Technique!"
A perfect mirror ford, facing Rasa.
"Whatever garbage you're pulling, it's useless now. My mirror copies your strength one hundred percent!"
Rasa's voice cut through the air, calm and final.
"Sun Disk. Activate."
A deep, pressurized hum exploded from inside the massive sphere. The sound alone felt like it was crushing the air.
Then the first beam fired.
Blinding golden light slamd straight into Yagura.
He scread as his eyes burned. Even without seeing it clearly he felt the raw, unnatural power in that beam.
"Stealing soone else's power, Rasa? I fucking hate you! But if it's ninjutsu or chakra, Sahada eats it!"
He swung the shark blade up like a shield.
Sahada failed.
The beam tore straight through the sword's defense and detonated against Yagura's chest.
The explosion hurled him into the air. Sahada flew from his hands. Molten gold sand surged up and swallowed the blade whole, cooling instantly into a solid tal coffin. No chakra. No absorption. Sahada was trapped.
"Again."
Another beam.
"Again."
Two at once.
"Again."
Three.
Yagura roared, burning through tailed beast chakra, shifting into partial Six-Tails form. It wasn't enough. The beams hamred him lower and lower until his back hit the sand.
A sand soldier rose behind him.
Rasa appeared in a blur—Flowing Sand Shift.
"Arc-Moon Sand Dune."
The curved sand blade wrapped around Yagura's body and started ripping every drop of moisture out of him at terrifying speed.
Yagura tried to thrash. Gold sand chains snapped tight around his limbs, locking him down.
Rasa pulled a sealing scroll from his robe.
"Seal."
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