Stripping away the five senses—an application Feiyu shamelessly borrowed from the Virgo Gold Saint's Tenbu Hōrin—was the crudest, most direct way to use Five-Senses Control.
Simple and brutal didn't mean weak.
If anything, in real combat it was borderline a guaranteed kill—far more terrifying than painstakingly weaving a believable illusion world.
Creating an "illusion scenario" meant spending enormous focus on details: patching flaws, covering seams, making sure the target couldn't sense anything off. In doing so, you were ironically nerfing your genjutsu's true power.
Aizen could use Kyōka Suigetsu like it was reality itself because Aizen was Aizen—mind like a scalpel, calculation like a demon. The hypnosis was almost just a finishing touch.
Feiyu wasn't that kind of obsessive perfectionist.
Even weaving a clean illusion for ten people gave him a headache. The more targets there were, the easier it was for someone to notice inconsistencies.
That was why, in daily use, Feiyu's favorite "genjutsu" was simply… invisibility.
Because it was effortless. No brainpower required.
And by the same logic—directly severing the five senses was the most effortless move of all, and also the one that unleashed the raw essence of genjutsu in its purest form.
After Pakura's five senses were stripped, she slumped back into her chair, eyes vacant.
Half an hour passed.
Feiyu calmly finished reading Sunagakure's entire secret archive—cover to cover—then snapped his fingers and released the technique.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
Pakura shuddered as if waking from drowning. Light returned to her eyes, and only then did she realize her clothes were soaked through—cold sweat plastered her back.
Feiyu leaned back casually.
"You know whether you're 'easy to deal with' or not," he said mildly. "I took a full stroll through your village. I'm sitting openly in the Kazekage Tower—the most important building you have."
"Did anyone notice me?"
He smiled, as if chatting.
"And even though you were trapped in genjutsu… if you really try to remember, you should still be able to recall what you did."
"Think."
Pakura's jaw tightened. Fear lived in her eyes now, even as anger burned over it.
Feiyu placed the scrolls back onto the desk in front of her with deliberate neatness.
"Dream on," she spat. "Even if I die, I'll never betray Sunagakure!"
Feiyu's laugh was soft.
"Betray? Don't be ridiculous."
"You think I don't know what state Suna's in right now?"
His gaze cooled.
"Be sensible and work for me."
"And if you aren't…"
He tilted his head slightly.
"With my stealth and my genjutsu, do you honestly believe destroying Sunagakure would be difficult?"
Pakura opened her mouth to curse—
And then her whole body sank as if a mountain dropped onto her spine.
Her mouth wouldn't open.
Her limbs wouldn't move.
It felt like her very body was being puppeteered from the inside.
Feiyu's voice drifted into her ear, almost amused.
"No, no. This isn't genjutsu."
"More accurately… this is the result after the genjutsu ends."
"Because you've been inside an illusion the whole time, your sense of time 'skipped' without you noticing."
Pakura's thoughts turned foggy. She couldn't remember what she was doing.
Then, in the blink of an eye—
She was in her own home.
Feiyu sat inside her room, as relaxed as if he belonged there.
Pakura's face went pale. Her shoulders shrank instinctively.
"Wh—what is this? Another illusion?"
Feiyu clicked his tongue.
"Don't look at me like that."
"If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to strike Suna directly." He smiled thinly. "You don't want what you saw in that 'village slaughter' illusion to become reality, do you?"
Pakura's hands trembled.
She knew, in her bones, that she had no way to deal with him.
She couldn't see through his genjutsu. He didn't need hand seals. He didn't even need eye contact. He could take control of her whenever he pleased.
Realizing defense was meaningless, she forced herself to calm down and began digging through her memories of the afternoon.
And the more she remembered…
…the whiter her face became.
Under Feiyu's control, she had summoned Suna's jōnin leadership. She had announced that the masked man—Feiyu—would be added to her personal guard unit.
The village hadn't trusted him, of course.
But Feiyu had "shown a little something," and with the Kazekage herself forcing the decision through… the proposal passed.
In other words—
This monster was now officially part of her guard.
Pakura clenched her fists so hard her nails cut into her palm. Blood seeped out. Her knuckles turned white.
Despair swallowed her.
"…Why not just keep controlling me with genjutsu forever?" she asked bitterly. "Wouldn't that let you control Suna forever?"
Feiyu poured himself a cup of tea, took a slow sip, and answered calmly.
"Simple."
"In my eyes, Sunagakure is already mine."
"So it needs to become stronger—far stronger."
"A Suna that's barely better than a second-rate village won't satisfy me. And a Kazekage who's nothing but a puppet can't develop Suna either."
He lowered the cup.
"So don't worry."
"I won't harm your village."
"On the contrary… I'll help Sunagakure grow. Strong enough to be useful for what I want to do next."
Pakura stared at him, stunned. She didn't even know whether to feel furious… or weirdly relieved.
In the end, she only managed a cold, biting remark.
"Then sorry we're so weak. Just don't know whether you'd still dare to be this arrogant if Suna were at its peak."
Feiyu laughed lightly.
"Peak?"
"Does Suna even have such a thing?"
Then his tone turned lazy again.
"Fine. I know you're still not convinced."
"Tomorrow, come with me into the desert."
"I'll show you my real strength."
He looked at her like he was making a promise.
"I'll show you whether I truly have the power… to destroy an entire village by myself."
That night, Pakura barely slept.
Part of it was the crushing pressure of a predator she couldn't resist.
Another part…
She was still a young woman. And there was a man sleeping in her bed like it was his own.
How many times did she grip a kunai, wanting to plunge it into that arrogant Uchiha brat's throat?
Too many.
But every time she held the blade, she remembered that endless loop of illusions in the Kazekage office—how she couldn't even be sure she was in reality right now.
And with that doubt, her courage collapsed again and again.
By the time dawn arrived, she finally loosened her grip, exhausted.
Feiyu, meanwhile, slept like a baby.
When he woke, he stretched, turned toward Pakura's pale, weary face, and smiled.
"Kazekage-sama… why do you look so tired?"
Pakura gritted her teeth, ignoring his teasing.
"You said you'd show me your strength." Her voice was low. "Take me. Right now."
Feiyu chuckled.
He knew what she wanted: intelligence. A weakness. A way to beat him.
And that was exactly what Feiyu wanted too.
The Five Great Villages had stood above the shinobi world for decades. That kind of long-held power bred arrogance, and arrogance didn't bow easily—not even in the weakest, most broken village.
If he didn't display overwhelming force, "subduing" Suna would be a long, messy affair.
And Feiyu wasn't Obito.
If he took a village, he didn't intend to rot it from the inside.
He genuinely wanted Sunagakure to become stronger—strong enough to serve him.
And he was confident that no matter how strong Suna became… it still wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.
Outside the village, in the Devil's Desert, Feiyu turned his head toward Pakura, smiling lazily.
"Go on."
"Test me."
"Use your strongest technique. Hit me."
Pakura's eyes lit up.
"You said it!"
Then, belatedly cautious, she blurted, "I'm not still in genjutsu, am I?!"
Feiyu looked like he might laugh out loud.
"Relax. You're not."
"I'm not that bored."
Pakura had been tortured into a genuine psychological shadow. On the entire walk here, Feiyu hadn't used a single illusion—yet she couldn't trust reality anymore.
The moment his words fell, Pakura gathered chakra and launched a massive Scorch Release fireball.
BOOM—!
The explosion threw up a tower of flame.
She didn't stop.
Four… five more fireballs followed, one after another, brutal and relentless—continuous output until she'd burned through nearly half her chakra. Her chakra network screamed with pain before she finally forced herself to stop.
Smoke rolled away.
A crater dozens of meters wide gaped in the sand. Glassy lava-like melt flowed along its edges.
And standing in the center—
Feiyu.
Lightning armor crackled across him like a living shell.
He tilted his mouth slightly, unimpressed.
"Tch. Didn't expect you to know the 'Prince tactic' too."
"Unfortunately… it's useless."
Feiyu's current defense was horrifying.
A Susanoo fused into Lightning Release Chakra Mode—an abomination of layered protection. Even S-rank Wind Release wouldn't threaten it.
Pakura's Scorch Release was strong, yes…
…but it wasn't even close to breaking him.
After fusing Susanoo, Feiyu's lightning mode defense had surpassed even the Third Raikage's so-called "strongest shield."
At minimum, any ordinary Kage-level shinobi without a truly monstrous finishing move simply couldn't hurt him.
Pakura stared at him.
She'd expected he wouldn't fall easily—otherwise he wouldn't have dared to tank her attack.
But to take it without even losing a shred of clothing…
It still hit her like despair.
Feiyu looked genuinely entertained.
"What? Not trying again?" he asked, tone light. "Maybe the next one will crack it."
Pakura's face was paper-white. She forced out a cold reply.
"Don't pretend. I admit it—Sunagakure, as it is now… can't deal with you."
Genjutsu. Stealth. Defense. Speed.
Feiyu was extreme in every category.
Against a monster like that, even if Suna prepared, it would only be picked apart—piece by piece—like dull knives shaving flesh until nothing remained.
Pakura clenched her jaw.
"But aren't you afraid I'll contact Konoha? Suna can't handle you, but maybe Konoha can."
Feiyu glanced at her as if she'd said something cute.
"First of all, you wouldn't want Suna's humiliation to leak."
"Second… even if you ran to Konoha, they won't come after me."
He was right.
With Feiyu's current level, Konoha couldn't even assemble a clean "counter team" unless their Kage-tier shinobi were willing to trade lives with forbidden seals—Dead Demon Consuming Seal, Eight Gates, Reverse Four Symbols Seal, that sort of thing.
And no Kage-level shinobi was going to throw their life away just to kill a missing-nin who wasn't actively crushing Konoha's interests.
Unless Feiyu marched on Konoha itself…
They'd pretend he didn't exist.
Pakura exhaled a long breath, knowing her own suggestion was desperate fantasy.
"…Fine."
"I'll cooperate with you in taking control of Sunagakure."
"But don't forget what you said."
"You'll make Suna prosper—stronger."
Feiyu's smile returned.
"That part, you can trust."
"Right now, Suna doesn't meet my needs."
"So yes—I'll make it stronger."
His gaze sharpened.
"And the first step…"
"…will be restoring Magnet Release to Sunagakure."
As the words fell, a vast, crushing tide of chakra burst from Feiyu's body.
The entire desert trembled.
A glittering gold light flickered—
Metallic sand grains rose from the ground, floating up in streams as if drawn by an invisible force.
Pakura's eyes widened. The scene was painfully familiar.
"…That's—"
Feiyu lifted his hand slightly.
"Gold Dust Sand Technique."
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