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Chapter 570 I've felt the evening breeze you've felt, so does that mean we've embraced?

Seeing the lifelike sand-gold soldier, Rasa almost thought that this Magnet Release ninja of unknown origin was crazy. Why make a fake mannequin made of sand-gold so realistic?

Could those facial features and clothing textures that are almost indistinguishable from human features in size, proportion, shape, and even from those of humans increase the attack power of the sand gold soldiers?

Or is it just a display of skill?!

Luo Sha even thought this was quite possible, after all, not only were the sand gold soldiers sculpted to look like real people, but the faces of each sand gold soldier were also different.

Just like how every expert painter deliberately avoids creating a monotonous effect when painting multiple people in a frame.

While he was complaining in his heart, Tatsuma had already controlled the sand soldiers to launch an attack. Under Tatsuma's control, the sand soldiers raised their shields to meet the ninjutsu or ninja tool attacks launched by the sand ninjas.

The Wind Release ninjutsu, famous for its cutting power, was completely neutralized and carried away by the negligible gaps in the gold sand shield the moment it collided with it.

Just when everyone thought that this fancy ninjutsu was only for blocking, Tatsuma raised his hands again, and the sand-gold soldiers on both sides of the sand-gold wall raised their shields, held their spears horizontally, and slid forward to both sides.

"Bang bang bang~"

The sand-gold soldiers that Chenma conjured were already taller than ordinary people, and with the addition of shields and spears, each sand-gold soldier weighed nearly four tons.

Such a heavy object, struck a human body at the speed of an ordinary ninja's instantaneous movement, the impact was unimaginable. The sand ninja who was directly hit by the sand soldier even heard the sound of bones breaking.

"Pfft pfft pfft~"

Some Sand Ninja who barely managed to dodge the shield impacts didn't even have time to catch their breath before the Sand Gold Soldiers attacked with their spears.

A dozen or so Sand Ninjas were impaled on spears, their bodies pierced through. Thick blood splattered onto the sticky quicksand, rolling and seeping into the ground, leaving only a small, damp, dark red crater.

Chenma pressed down with both hands, and the sand gold soldiers instantly collapsed. As Chenma brought his hands back together, the sand gold returned to Chenma's side and was recast into sand gold soldier statues.

The Sand Ninja fell silent at this moment, and even the rescue operation was carried out quietly, as if they were afraid of waking up the silent Sand Gold Soldiers.

Those Sand Ninja with broken bones and torn tendons endured the pain, clenching their teeth as if to break them. Their bulging veins, cold sweat, and trembling muscles constantly asserted their presence.

Many Sand Ninja turned their attention to Rasa, after all, Rasa was the commander of the camp, their superior, and also the strongest person in the camp.

Moreover, he also practices the art of using gold dust magnetic escape.

Luo Sha also sensed the gazes of those around him, but he did not choose to retaliate in a grand manner because he simply could not control the gold dust to condense into such realistic soldiers.

If he insists on doing this, at most he'll just make it look like a human figure, the shield will turn into a door panel, and the gold-plated spear will turn into a bamboo pole.

If the gold dust soldiers conjured by this mysterious Magnet Release ninja are ceramic works worthy of an art exhibition, then what Rasa could achieve...

It was a couple who had never studied porcelain making. On a whim, they went to a pottery studio and, while flirting, casually sculpted some ugly pieces. They were so ugly that even their creators couldn't be bothered to pay to fire them and take them home.

At this moment, Luo Sha was also unable to use his most proficient, most familiar, and most beloved gold dust wave attack, because his gold dust had not yet fully returned, and the amount of gold dust he could currently control that could directly strike the enemy was far from enough.

If you force it, then it won't be gold-flecked waves, but just gold-flecked ripples.

Moreover, Rasa knew that the best way to defeat this Magnet Release ninja was not to use Magnet Release to attack him, but to reclaim the gold dust.

Although it is unknown whether he has other methods, Rasa cannot deal with his Magnet Release, so he can only "disarm".

Despite the seemingly stalemate, beneath the calm surface of the area, undercurrents were surging, with countless gold dustes arranged in strange shapes.

"Magnetic Escape! Burial in the placer gold layer!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the sand dunes collapsed, and under the moonlight, the gold dust, gleaming brightly, rushed out from the ground like a water tornado, engulfing Chenma.

Chenma frowned, his eyes scanning back and forth as if calculating the amount of gold dust. Finally, just as the gold dust tornado was about to close, he waved his hand, and a gold dust soldier rushed out of the encirclement.

"Magnetic Escape! Teleportation"

The soldiers, adorned with shimmering gold ribbons, led their horses out of the encirclement.

In an instant, the encirclement broken through by the sand gold soldiers was closed, and the surging sand gold quickly stabilized, condensing into a pyramid, which was covered with a complex sealing spell.

Tatsuma frowned, his dead fish eyes slightly opening, because he realized that the chakra on the gold dust he was controlling was being continuously sealed by sealing techniques.

Seeing that Tatsuma was not included in the sand gold, a hint of disappointment flashed in Rasa's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Because the person in front of him was not his primary target; his goal was simply to seal away the gold dust controlled by this person. Now that he had achieved his objective, he felt he hadn't lost out.

Meanwhile, some Sand Ninja in the camp quickly caught up with Rasa's pace. Seeing that Tatsuma was isolated and helpless, and had no sand gold protection, they launched an attack instantly, with countless Wind Release ninjutsu coming at him.

If he could use other ninjutsu, it wouldn't be difficult for Tatsuma to block these attacks, but he didn't want to do so. Although he wasn't formally trained, Tatsuma considered himself an actor with conviction.

"Magnetic Release! Teleportation!"

Using the same tactic again, the soldiers with sand-gold shields launched a charge. The flowing gold ribbons on their bodies pulled Chenma around, causing severe damage to the sand-gold soldiers, while Chenma narrowly dodged a series of attacks.

Rasa raised his hand and gave the order, launching more Wind Release attacks at Tatsuma, but Tatsuma once again narrowly dodged them, making the Sand Ninja extremely anxious.

Those Sand Ninja who were not on the front line of the encirclement and could not use ninjutsu to attack Tatsuma were especially anxious, and some even started pointing and gesturing.

Although Tatsuma ventured deep into the Sand Village camp alone, it didn't mean that all the Sand Village ninjas could attack him, because the number of people that could be accommodated on the same front was extremely limited.

Adding more manpower hastily will only lead to a decrease in attack efficiency. Furthermore, due to conflicts between ninjutsu and ninja tools, it may even lead to a decrease in the number of effective attacks. Therefore, a reasonable formation can achieve the best results even without requiring too many manpower.

However, this made things difficult for the onlookers, who wished they could pull away from the attack formation and take their place. From an outsider's perspective, they always felt that if they went up there themselves, they could easily attack Tatsuma.

Tatsuma wasn't actually in that much danger. Although it seemed like he was fighting against thousands of Sand Ninja, he was actually only fighting against a few dozen Sand Ninja. He was not only able to dodge their attacks, but he could even counterattack a couple of times.

Rasa was getting anxious, but he was controlling the seal. If he released the seal, the gold dust that was currently being suppressed would probably become weapons to attack the Sand Ninja. He could only choose to "stand by and watch".

"Lord Rasa, how about we send Shukaku out?"

A Sand Ninja asked Rasa for instructions. Rasa frowned. Bunpuku was now extremely weak. After being defeated by Sakamoto Tatsuma two years ago, his already weak body deteriorated even further.

This year, it can be said that he is suppressing Shukaku with his spirit. He usually sits in the cage, and people will check his breathing from time to time, fearing that he may have turned into a dried-up corpse and died without them knowing.

Given Bunpuku's current condition, if he were to unleash Shukaku again, he would likely be completely exhausted and die.

In Rasa's plan, Bunboku had to live until the next Jinchuriki was chosen, and live to play his last role in an important war.

However, faced with this formidable and unknown opponent, Rasa also hesitated.

Seeing the Magnet Release ninja in front of him "stealing" his gold dust for his own use, Rasa's eyes flashed with killing intent. He nodded and said, "Release the One-Tailed Shukaku."

The Sand Ninja accepted the order and left, while Rasa began issuing commands, instructing the Sand Ninja to spread out their formation and create more space.

Although this would give the enemy more room to maneuver, restricting space is meaningless now, because the four sand gold soldiers who had gathered in the midst of their busy schedules have already declared their encirclement plan a failure.

Soon, a Sand Village ninja carrying a emaciated monk arrived at Rasa's side. Rasa said, "Bunboku! The village needs Shukaku!"

Upon hearing Luo Sha's order, Fen Fu, who had been placed on the sand, struggled to open his eyes and looked at the person in the field. With just one glance, he frowned.

It was a vision that transcended human senses, and it was this unique perspective that allowed him to vaguely guess the identity of the enemy in the arena.

Bunpuku pursed his dry, chapped lips, not responding immediately, nor revealing Tatsuma's identity. Their eyes met in the night sky, and Bunpuku suddenly smiled.

He clasped his hands together and instantly immersed himself in his own spiritual world, which was a Buddhist temple, and in the center of the temple, there should have been a Buddha statue.

But the Buddha statue had already collapsed on the ground. Instead, a strangely shaped raccoon dog was lying on the lotus pedestal of the Buddha statue, glancing sideways at the Buddha.

"I have a bright pearl, long locked away by worldly troubles. One day, when the dust is gone, its light will shine forth, illuminating every mountain and river."

Ignoring the fallen Buddha statue, Bunpuku knelt on the prayer mat and faced the one-tailed Shukaku occupying the lotus platform, where he could still bow and chant as usual.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shukaku, dissatisfied, slapped the lotus platform with its tail. Bunpuku did not answer. After completing the entire set of rituals, he stood up and said, "Since today is Shukaku, we will not meet again."

"You're not thinking of breaking the seal, are you?"

Shukaku stood up from the lotus platform and looked at Fenfu with a puzzled expression. It had stopped struggling within the seal. Although it hadn't said it aloud, it was indeed trying its best to prolong the old man's life.

"Do you really want to die that badly?"

Seeing that Bunpuku did not answer, Shukaku pressed him for an answer. Bunpuku looked up, opened his clasped hands, revealing the character "受" (receive) on one hand and "心" (heart) on the other. He smiled and said:

"In this life, I have traveled tens of thousands of miles and spoken countless words. If anyone walks on the path I have walked or speaks the words I have spoken, then I am not considered dead."

A thousand years of golden statues cannot compare to a single moment of genuine affection. I, the humble monk Shouhe, have spent half my life hoping to earn even a fleeting moment of your sincere devotion.

Shukaku felt inexplicably flustered. He refused to answer, his small eyes, hidden under dark circles, staring at Fenfu. Fenfu lowered his head, slowly moved his body, and turned his back to Shukaku. His mental world instantly became empty, with only endless darkness and the water beneath him.

"Shuhe, only with true friends can one find peace of mind. It's just a pity that I no longer have time to confide in you. You must go and find them yourself."

"You're just a weird old man. There probably won't be anyone like you in the future."

Hearing Shukaku's words, which differed from his usual pure anger and complaints and contained many emotions that were not negative, Bunpuku smiled, shook his head, and said:

"You will find that person. When you accept their heart, you will understand what those two words truly mean."

Looking at the two words in his hand, even in the spiritual world, Fenfu felt his body age and become sluggish. He laboriously clasped his hands together and said:

"Shukaku, your absolute protection must have been created to protect someone, but unfortunately, it's not this humble monk."

"You strange old man, what are you doing?!"

Feeling the surge of its own chakra, Shukaku roared as if trying to stop Bunpuku, but even with its claws outstretched, it could not touch Bunpuku.

"Shukaku, I have spent half my life in prison, and this is the only time I can grant you a moment of freedom."

(End of this chapter)