The main reason why the Third Kazekage is remembered as the strongest Kazekage was his Magnetic Style. Sand Iron was exceptional at manipulating the iron element, with devastating offensive and defensive power.
The reason Rasa, in the original story, could become the Fourth Kazekage was not only because of his own Magnetic Style but also because of his unique Gold Sand, which allowed him to manipulate vast amounts of golden particles with remarkable control.
The greatest advantage was that when fighting in the desert, they held an overwhelming geographical edge, even allowing them to suppress the One-Tailed Beast.
It remains unclear what level of sand-controlling ability Gaara retained after the Tailed Beast was extracted, but it was most likely not as advanced.
Although all of these figures possessed Magnetic Style, in truth—
What they each wielded was only a single branch of it, and their level of control was relatively limited.
But Rasa now possessed the combined abilities of all of them, forming the most complete Magnetic Style.
At its highest level, Magnetic Style should be able to manipulate anything in the world through magnetism, much like a more advanced version of Magneto.
Of course, Rasa's current mastery was still far from that.
But even so, he could already control the high-speed movement of iron objects and even "enchant" them by increasing their density and destructive power several times over.
In his recent experiments at home, the weapons he controlled could easily reach speeds several times faster than the speed of sound.
Furthermore, with Magnetic Style enhancements, their power could multiply many times again.
Extremely durable weapons combined with supersonic velocity were nearly indestructible.
Except for monsters that would appear later in the story, Rasa couldn't think of anyone else who could withstand such force.
And even those later monsters—
As long as they didn't maintain constant defense, or keep themselves hidden inside a Susanoo, they would at the very least suffer injuries.
Even if he faced Naruto from Boruto's era, Rasa was confident he could seriously wound him with a single strike!
And this was only the foundation of Magnetic Style. With time, once it evolved further, it would definitely become far stronger.
Eventually, it would transcend from "Magnetic Style" into pure "Magnetic Force."
With that thought, Rasa felt reassured and headed toward the bathroom.
—
Meanwhile, in a house several kilometers away from Rasa's residence—
"Sister, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Yasha Rei opened the door, looking curiously at the woman seated by the window, staring into the distance.
Hearing her, Karura only glanced sideways at her sister before returning to rest her chin in her hand, her eyes heavy with melancholy.
Seeing this, Yasha Rei's delicate face filled with concern.
She walked over carefully and leaned her head against her sister's slender shoulder.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? You've been like this since dinner."
Karura didn't react, her gaze still locked on the window.
Even though they were several kilometers away—
Karura seemed to imagine she could still see his busy figure at the far end of the layered rooftops.
After a long silence, she finally spoke. Her voice was gentle but fragile, like it might break at any moment.
"Yasha Rei… if only our family were stronger. Then we could help him."
"Instead of being like this now—afraid to act, too worried to even approach him for fear of adding to his burdens."
Yasha Rei frowned, her heart tightening.
Her sister had always been gentle since childhood, but she had never seemed this fragile.
Yasha Rei quickly understood who her sister was worried about.
The realization left her with mixed feelings, but she pushed them aside and steadied herself.
Taking a deep breath, her modest chest rose and fell slightly.
She reached out, firmly turned her sister toward her, and met her weary eyes.
"Sister, why do you sit here indulging in sorrow and fantasy instead of going to him and asking directly?"
Karura's indigo eyes flickered, then dimmed again.
She turned away, whispering:
"If someone like me, who's only met him twice, suddenly ran over to show concern, what would Lord Rasa think?"
"If I suddenly visited him now, wouldn't he see me as an opportunist?"
Yasha Rei clenched her teeth, frustration rising.
Grabbing her sister's hands, she pulled them aside.
"I can't stand seeing you like this, Sister! Lord Rasa is not narrow-minded. And even if he misunderstood at first, so what?"
"Explain your reasons. Do you really think he wouldn't understand? Anything is better than you hiding here like a resentful woman!"
At the mention of "resentful woman," Yasha Rei's face turned crimson.
As a young virgin, saying such words was obviously difficult for her.
"Yasha Rei! How could you say such… indecent things!"
Karura froze, then quickly scolded her sister with a red face.
Yasha Rei lowered her head and accepted the scolding obediently.
But when she caught sight of her sister's softened expression, she smiled inwardly.
Even if she didn't fully agree with her sister's reasoning, she understood it.
Karura simply feared disturbing Rasa.
But to keep her sister from drowning in sadness, Yasha Rei had no choice but to push her forward with harsh words.
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Meanwhile, in a quiet house at the edge of Sunagakure—
Pakura lay in bed, listening to the wind and sand outside.
Suddenly, she touched her temple, doubt flashing across her cold but beautiful face.
"That's strange… why did some odd images flash through my mind just now?"
"Elder Chiyo ordered every ninja to search for the Third Kazekage across the Wind Country today. How could this be?"
"Rasa clearly stopped that decision earlier, and everyone had agreed…"
Her muttering faded into the night, drowned out by the wind and sand.
—
After showering, Rasa lay in bed, closing his eyes, hoping for a good dream tonight.
It would be best if he dreamed of Tsunade.
He had fantasized about her that very afternoon, and the thought lingered vividly in his mind.
—
As he wished, Rasa had a vivid dream.
In the dream, he had a grand harem, with hundreds of concubines. He could pick any one of them.
He indulged himself in endless pleasure, role-playing in countless ways: double flights, triple flights, sisterly dinners, master and disciple pairings, stepmother and stepson, even more taboo combinations.
Just as he was about to take Pakura in a suggestive posture, he suddenly saw Tsunade passing by.
His eyes lit up—he had indeed dreamed of her.
Smiling, he walked slowly toward her.
Tsunade's cheeks flushed at once. She crossed her arms defensively and snapped:
"You unfilial boy! Smiling at your mother like that—and you're not even dressed! What are you trying to do?"
"Of course I want you."
With that, Rasa pressed her onto the bed, ignoring her protests.
He pulled apart the clothes shielding her chest, and with a sharp tear, the buttons flew.
Her generous curves bounced free, pressing against his face with a soft smack.
He was stunned for a moment. He had never seen such big, soft, perfect breasts in his life.
Rasa buried his face in her chest, inhaling her scent deeply.
"You unfilial son! How dare you treat your mother this way!" Tsunade's voice trembled with both humiliation and strange excitement.
But the more she protested, the more aroused he became.
"Really? Then why does your body respond like this?" he teased.
"Shut up! Anyone treated this way would react!"
"Then why don't you resist harder?"
"I did! But you're too strong… how could a weak woman like me escape?"
"You—calling yourself weak? Tsunade, the woman of monstrous strength?"
Her excuses only excited him further. Soon, she was stripped of her clothes, her voluptuous, pale body completely exposed.
"A Masterpiece"
Lust gleamed in his eyes.
Nothing could rival Tsunade's beauty.
He grabbed one of her breasts, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts as more flesh overflowed between his fingers.
Holding one of her breasts firmly in his hand, he quickly directed his hardening cock toward the entrance of her pink pussy. With a single thrust, he penetrated her entrance.
With her screams and the heavenly pleasure that enveloped his cock, the dream reached its peak.
—
And then he woke suddenly.
Rasa stared blankly around the room.
Lifting the quilt, he looked down at the sticky evidence of his release.
"It's always the same—I wake up at the most critical moment."
"But this dream was vivid. Tsunade's expressions were so real, like a lucid dream."
He smirked to himself.
"When I really meet her in the future, once her favorability is maxed out, I'll make sure to experience this for real."
Muttering, Rasa grabbed fresh clothes and went to shower.