Both the explosive-tag kunai and the poisonous mist were dangerously close.
Hatake Sakumo knew there was no escape.
He had no choice but to face the grim reality of bloodshed.
With a clang, the White Fang short sword was embedded into the ground.
"Wind Release: Breakthrough!"
For the first time in this battle, Hatake Sakumo used ninjutsu.
Until now, he had relied solely on kenjutsu and taijutsu against Sasori.
But Wind Release was known for its overwhelming cutting power, and when combined with his sword techniques, it became even deadlier.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The powerful gusts surged forward, parting the poisonous mist and deflecting the explosive-tag shuriken.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A series of explosions followed, filling the battlefield with smoke and debris.
Yet, against all odds, Hatake Sakumo's Wind Release successfully negated Sasori's assault.
"As expected of the legendary White Fang. This fight just got interesting."
Even Kurama, watching from within Naruto, was intrigued. He wondered who was stronger—Konoha's White Fang or the infamous Red Sand Sasori.
"Flame Pit Formation!"
From the hollow tube in Sasori's palm, a torrent of searing-hot flames erupted, melting the very ground beneath them.
Steel. Stone. Nothing could withstand its intensity.
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
"Water Release: Flowing Water Wave!"
Hatake Sakumo countered immediately, invoking two elements at once—testament to his exceptional skill.
A solid earthen barrier rose from the ground, sculpted into the visage of a snarling wolf's head. Then, a surging water stream reinforced the structure, cooling and solidifying it further.
The combined defense held firm against the devastating flames.
But Sasori had anticipated this.
"Time to reveal my ace."
From his cloak, Sasori produced a summoning scroll with three bold characters on it—
The Third Kazekage.
He didn't just kill the Third Kazekage—he turned him into his greatest puppet.
The so-called 'Strongest Kazekage' hadn't disappeared mysteriously. No.
Sasori had claimed him.
As the puppet emerged, Hatake Sakumo felt a surge of danger unlike before.
This wasn't an ordinary battle anymore. This was a war.
Sasori smirked.
"Now then, White Fang. Let's see if you can survive this."
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Spear!"
A massive, needle-like projectile of densely compressed iron sand shot forward at blinding speed.
With sheer reflex, Hatake Sakumo sidestepped, picking up his White Fang short sword in the process.
Channeling chakra into the blade, he swung it with devastating force.
SHING!
A massive chakra-infused slash cleaved the iron sand spear clean in two.
But it was futile.
The iron sand reformed almost instantly, shifting into a colossal, diamond-shaped spike.
Hatake Sakumo narrowed his eyes.
The issue wasn't just the attacks—it was the puppet itself.
He had to destroy the Third Kazekage before Sasori overwhelmed him.
Hatake Sakumo couldn't believe that this young shinobi—barely seventeen—had eliminated a Kage of such renown.
The monstrous iron sand formations continued their relentless assault.
A giant iron sand cylinder.
A massive rectangular slab.
A spinning iron sand top.
Every shape imaginable—each carrying lethal force—barreled toward Hatake Sakumo in perfect synchronization.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The battlefield was in chaos, the ground torn apart by the sheer force of the iron sand's attacks.
Hatake Sakumo tightened his grip on his sword.
"This ends now."
A surge of crackling blue chakra erupted from his body.
Sizzling. Sparking.
Lightning danced along the edge of the White Fang's blade.
Sasori's eyes widened slightly.
Then—
Hatake Sakumo vanished.
In an instant, he was right in front of the Third Kazekage puppet.
"Konoha-Style Kenjutsu: Fang of the Thunder God!"
A single, lightning-charged slash.
The Third Kazekage puppet shattered into countless pieces.
This was no ordinary cut.
The sheer explosive power of Lightning Release ensured that not even fragments remained.
Sasori's proudest creation—reduced to dust.
The surrounding iron sand collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"Tch. Damn it."
Sasori clicked his tongue in frustration.
The strongest technique of the Third Kazekage—Magnet Release: Iron Sand World Method—hadn't even been used before the puppet was destroyed.
White Fang had taken away that chance.
Even Sasori had to acknowledge the man's strength.
But rather than despair, Sasori grinned.
"Good. If my opponent wasn't this strong, what would be the point?"
He bit his finger and unfurled another summoning scroll.
BANG!
From the cloud of smoke, hundreds of puppets dressed in crimson robes emerged.
This was Sasori's ultimate technique—Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets.
The battlefield was now swarming with lethal killing machines.
"Do you understand, White Fang? The strength of a puppet master is determined by the number of puppets they can control."
Each puppet was finely crafted, each movement precise, each attack coordinated.
This was no mere trick.
This was war.
Even Kurama, watching, scoffed. "Hah! So it's just another version of the Shadow Clone Jutsu."
There was only one key difference.
When a shadow clone was destroyed, it disappeared.
When a puppet was destroyed, Sasori could still reassemble it.
But that didn't change one simple fact—
There was no need to fight these puppets.
Just take out the puppeteer.
Hatake Sakumo knew this well.
Swiftly weaving through the army of puppets, his movements were so fast they blurred from sight.
In the blink of an eye—
He was in front of Sasori.
SHING!
The White Fang short sword gleamed.
Sasori's head was sliced clean off.
But Hatake Sakumo wasn't naive.
He knew about Sasori's regeneration core.
As expected, the core shot out of the lifeless body, seeking a new host.
Hatake Sakumo wasn't about to let that happen.
He followed its trajectory, blade ready.
Before the core could reach another puppet—
"It's over, kid."
With one final, decisive slash, the core was shattered.
Sasori had lost.
Years of vengeance. Years of planning.
All of it—gone.
Hatake Sakumo stood tall, his clothing slightly torn but otherwise unharmed.
It hadn't been an easy battle.
If he had been cut even once, Sasori's poison would have ended him.
Yet, he had emerged victorious.
Hatake Sakumo gave Sasori the respect he deserved.
After all, the Red Sand Sasori was, without question, the most formidable opponent he had ever faced.
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