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The roar of the previous battle still vibrated through the sandstone walls of the underground colosseum. Although Karin's victory had restored a breath of pride to the Sunagakure Genin, the atmosphere inside the arena remained tense, heavy, and charged with anticipation.
In the center of the arena, Malenia kept her eyes fixed on the stands as she unrolled a new scroll. Her voice, serene and devoid of emotion, echoed clearly through the ventilation shafts.
"Fourth match! Temari of Sunagakure versus Kurotsuchi of Iwagakure! Both contenders, step down to the arena!"
In the Sand delegation's balcony, Temari didn't wait for a second instruction. She unbuckled the leather strap holding her massive three-moon giant fan (Kyōsensu) to her back and rested it for a brief second on the stone ledge.
Her face reflected relentless concentration. The image of Kankurō severely injured floated in her mind as a painful reminder.
Beside her, Kimimaro gave her a small smile to lend her strength. Even though he was furious about what Deidara had done, there was nothing he could do right now except support his teammate.
"Temari," Baki said with a firm voice, placing a hand on the sash of his student's fan. "Kurotsuchi is no ordinary ninja. She is the Tsuchikage's granddaughter, and her elemental versatility is dangerous. Do not be careless. If the distance closes, reposition immediately."
Temari turned her head and exhaled deeply before looking steadily at her sensei and Kimimaro.
"Don't worry, Sensei, Kimimaro. I'm not going to let Suna lose the momentum Karin gave us," she replied, adjusting the fan over her shoulder. "I'm going to show what the wind of our village is capable of."
Without another word, Temari leaped over the railing, landing gracefully in the center of the ring.
On the opposite platform, the Iwagakure delegation maintained a heavy silence. Kitsuchi, leaning against the wall with composure, watched his daughter. Beside him, Deidara looked on with a bored expression, adjusting his blonde bangs.
"Don't hold back, Kurotsuchi," Deidara said in a mocking voice. "End the fight quickly so we can get out of here. I'm already getting bored."
Kurotsuchi adjusted her sleeveless red uniform, showing off the defined muscle of her arms and shoulders. She smirked confidently, showing a row of white teeth in an expression of pure military assurance.
"Shut up, Deidara. This isn't a firecracker show," Kurotsuchi retorted as she walked toward the edge. "I'm going to crush the fan girl before she even knows where the hit came from."
She performed a forward somersault, landing heavily on the sand. The impact of her combat sandals made the ground tremble, sending a small shockwave of dust outward.
Malenia evaluated both of them. Temari kept her fan folded in front of her chest in a mobile, defensive stance, while Kurotsuchi planted her feet firmly apart, lowering her center of gravity.
"Both contenders ready!" Malenia shouted, raising her arm.
"BEGIN!"
The instant the proctor's arm dropped, Temari didn't waste a single microsecond. She gripped the reinforced handle of her fan and snapped it open with a sharp clack, revealing the first moon drawn on the synthetic fabric.
"Wind Style: Sea Dragon Wind! (Fūton: Kamaitachi)"
Temari fanned the air with immense force. A gale of invisible vacuum blades crossed the arena at terrifying speed, slicing through the air with a high-pitched screech and shredding the stone surface like paper.
Kurotsuchi didn't even blink. She slammed her palms directly onto the ground.
"Earth Style: Mud Wall! (Doton: Doryūheki)"
BOOM!
A massive block of solid rock over four meters thick erupted from the floor, interposing itself directly in the attack's trajectory.
Temari's wind blades crashed into the stone wall, causing an explosion of debris, dust, and deep fissures across the structure, but the wall held firm.
Behind the barrier, Kurotsuchi didn't remain static. Taking advantage of the dense terrain, she submerged directly into the sand using Doton: Moguragakure no Jutsu (Hiding Like a Mole Technique), moving underground at incredible speed.
"She hid?" Temari thought, adjusting her footing as her eyes scanned the ground around her.
Knowing the danger was coming from below, Temari struck the base of her fan against the floor and unfolded the second moon.
"Wind Style: Cutting Wind Net!"
A descending cyclone of pressurized air erupted in a three-meter radius around Temari, acting as a three-dimensional shield that would shred any attempt at a subterranean ambush with its circular currents.
Five meters away, the sand surface exploded. Kurotsuchi emerged from the ground in a fluid arc, having anticipated Temari's defense. In midair, she rapidly wove a sequence of Fire and Earth hand seals.
"Fire Style: Boiling Ash Bullets! (Katon: Haijin no Jutsu)"
From Kurotsuchi's mouth spewed a dense cloud of glowing ash and embers of volcanic rock. The curtain of heat collided with Temari's wind cyclone. Instead of dissipating, Temari's wind fed the combustion of the ash, raising the arena's temperature to suffocating levels.
"Combining Fire and Earth to overheat the environment..." Temari quickly analyzed, taking two steps back as she leaped onto a destroyed stone pillar to maintain the high ground.
In Team C's balcony, Gaara closely observed the interaction of the elemental natures.
"That girl from Iwa isn't trying to block the wind head-on; she's using the cloud of ash and fire as a curtain to hide her position," Asper observed with his gaze locked on the storm of air, adjusting the straps of his gloves.
"She knows Temari can't slice what she can't see clearly."
"Exactly. She's cutting off Temari's line of sight to avoid direct blasts," Haku chimed in with a calm, analytical voice.
"Fūton is devastating in open areas, but if Kurotsuchi moves behind that heat and smoke density, she forces Temari to waste chakra blindly while she searches for the perfect angle to close the distance."
Arata, watching the fight with arms crossed and a stern mentor's expression, gave a subtle nod.
"Temari knows she can't maintain that windstorm forever," Arata said firmly.
"And Kurotsuchi only needs a single second of distraction behind that curtain. As soon as she gets the angle, she'll release her Fire and Earth fusion at point-blank range, and the fight will be over in an instant."
Down in the arena, the Ninjutsu battle continued to escalate to new levels. Pressured by the rising heat and the terrain's density, Temari decided it was time to go on complete offense.
She landed on an elevated stone platform, took a deep breath, and unfolded the third moon of her fan with a crash that echoed through the entire arena.
"Warm-up's over!" Temari shouted, her eyes blazing with determination.
"I'm sweeping this entire arena—you're coming out whether you like it or not!"
Temari gripped the fan with both hands, concentrating a massive amount of Fūton chakra along its edges.
"Secret Technique: Great Wind Scythe! (Fūton: Daikamaitachi)"
A massive green gale erupted from the fan. It wasn't just a blast of air; it was a storm of wind blades capable of leveling a forest.
The shockwave completely shattered the rock walls Kurotsuchi had built earlier, reducing them to fine dust, and advanced across the entire diameter of the arena in a pressurized air-grinder.
Spectators in the stands were forced to cover their faces against the blast of air that threatened to tear away the protective railings of the balconies.
In the center of the cataclysm, Kurotsuchi saw the windstorm coming. Her feet skidded backward from the friction of the air, but instead of panicking, a wild, fierce grin spread across her face.
"Now that's the wind I wanted to see!" Kurotsuchi yelled over the roar of the gale.
"But the earth of Iwa doesn't break for a breeze—especially not when I have so much to play with!"
Kurotsuchi brought her hands together in front of her chest, unifying her Fire and Earth chakra natures into the purest, most destructive form of her Kekkei Genkai.
"Lava Style: River of Incandescent Magma! (Yōton: Gōkai Ryū)"
From Kurotsuchi's mouth burst a colossal mass of pure, glowing lava, boiling at thousands of degrees.
The viscous, bright orange and fiery red substance launched forward in a wave of heat destruction.
The collision between Temari's massive gale and Kurotsuchi's lava surge created a terrifying spectacle of shinobi physics.
Temari's wind tried to slice through the wave of magma, but upon impacting the Fire and Earth fusion, the Fūton air current only served to stoke the lava's combustion, accelerating its expansion and driving the temperature to extreme levels.
The boiling lava consumed the wind stream, filling the air with sparks and a suffocating heat that burned the lungs.
"Pure lava!? Impossible!" Temari thought, feeling the air in front of her turn into an unbearable furnace.
The wave of magma drove through the gale like a volcanic comet. Temari tried to adjust her fan's angle to channel a defensive deflection blast, but the speed and heat of the fluid mass were far superior.
The glowing lava hit the structure of Temari's giant fan. The reinforced oak wood turned to ash instantly. The steel of the main hinge and the metal ribs of the third moon began to melt like wax under the extreme heat of the Yōton.
"My fan!" Temari cried out, feeling the wave of searing heat about to hit her hands.
The temperature transferring through the melting metal was going to burn her severely, so Temari let go of the weapon and sprang backward, refusing to let herself be injured further.
Disarmed and without her main weapon, she knew she wouldn't last long, especially with the heavy smoke from the lava making it difficult to breathe.
As she leaped away, a rising stone pillar struck her, slamming her hard onto the ground and leaving her completely defenseless.
However, Kurotsuchi showed no intention of stopping her assault. She leaped over the boiling magma remains covering the arena, her right hand coated in a stone gauntlet wrapped in a layer of flowing lava.
"It's over for you, Suna!" Kurotsuchi yelled cold-heartedly, descending in a direct frontal strike toward Temari's helpless face.
The blow was lethal. At that distance and without defenses, the combined impact of rock and lava would crush Temari's skull or inflict fatal burns to her torso—if she even survived it.
In the stands, everyone thought the same: Iwa came here to cause damage.
Seeing the attack and refusing to let another one of his siblings end up in the hospital, Gaara didn't hesitate for a single millisecond. He cast aside all spectator etiquette and village protocol. His unconditional love for his sister shattered formal rules.
The sand on the ground began to move under Gaara's control.
A massive wall of compacted sand, nearly ten meters high and a meter thick, erupted from the floor right between Kurotsuchi's lava fist and Temari's face.
Kurotsuchi's fist struck the sand barrier violently. The lava on her hand vitrified the surface of the sand, turning it into dark glass from the extreme heat, but the absolute density of Gaara's defense absorbed all kinetic energy, stopping the Iwa kunoichi cold in midair.
Kurotsuchi flipped backward, landing firmly on a stone pillar. She wiped a trail of sweat from her forehead, staring at the massive wall of glass and sand standing before her.
Slowly, the sand wall dissolved into a rain of fine grains, revealing Gaara standing in front of his sister. The red-haired youth kept his arms raised in a defensive posture, his face serious as he protected her. He turned quickly toward Temari, gently touching her shoulder.
"Are you alright, Temari?" Gaara asked, his voice trembling with concern as he checked to ensure she wasn't harmed.
Temari breathed heavily, looking at her younger brother with eyes wide in shock from the destructive attack that had nearly ended her life.
"Gaara... I... my fan..." Temari whispered in a faint voice, her body shaking from exhaustion and chakra depletion.
"The fan doesn't matter. What matters is that you're okay," Gaara said with absolute warmth, lifting his sister into his arms to keep her feet from touching the debris-strewn, boiling ground. He lowered his sand wall, though he remained ready in case another attack came her way.
On the other side of the melted barrier, Kurotsuchi deactivated the chakra in her hands. She crossed her arms, tilted her head to the side, and looked directly at the platform where Malenia and Daigo watched.
"Hey, proctor," Kurotsuchi called out in a loud, clear voice, completely devoid of hesitation.
"There was direct intervention from the balconies. A third party entered the ring to block my final attack."
Kurotsuchi pointed her thumb toward the arena floor vitrified by her blow.
"Does that mean the victory is mine, or is Sunagakure going to send in another fighter mid-match?"
Kurotsuchi's question echoed through the arena with devastating coldness.
Murmurs immediately erupted among the Genin.
In the Iwagakure balcony, Kitsuchi kept his gaze locked on Daigo. He didn't say a word, but his posture made it clear that Iwa would accept no outcome other than their kunoichi's absolute victory.
Malenia didn't answer right away. She turned slightly toward the balcony, where Daigo stood with his arms crossed behind his back, observing the arena with an unreadable expression.
Gaara, holding Temari in his arms, looked toward his uncle and sensei. There was no defiance in Gaara's eyes—only the calm acceptance of someone who had prioritized his family's life over a title or a tournament.
Daigo met Gaara's gaze. A dead silence fell over the arena for five long seconds, until Daigo gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod toward Malenia.
Malenia took a step forward and raised her right arm toward Kurotsuchi.
"External intervention confirmed on the part of the Kazekage!" Malenia declared, her powerful voice cutting off all murmurs.
"Contender Temari is disqualified due to third-party rescue! The winner of the fourth match is Kurotsuchi of Iwagakure!"
Kurotsuchi gave a huff of satisfaction, a arrogant smirk breaking across her face as she turned around and walked toward her village's platform.
"Make sure to check her over—she might have gotten burned somewhere," Kurotsuchi called out casually, glancing sideways at Gaara before heading up the stairs.
"In Iwa, we don't teach people to play with puppets or put on fancy displays. We came here to crush anyone who gets in our way."
Kurotsuchi's words left a chilling atmosphere hanging over the arena: Iwagakure wasn't participating to test skills; they came prepared to kill.
Gaara didn't respond to the provocation. He carried Temari toward the Sunagakure medical team, who were rushing into the arena with stretchers.
"I'm sorry, Gaara..." Temari whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek from the frustration of defeat. "I couldn't avenge Kankurō..."
"Don't apologize, Temari," Gaara replied gently, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as he handed her over to the medics.
"You did an incredible job. Now rest."
From the Sand balcony, Karin clenched her fists as she watched Temari being carried away on a stretcher. The expression on every Sand Genin's face turned grim.
Kurotsuchi's victory didn't just showcase Iwa as an implacable force; it completely shifted the tournament's balance of power.
Malenia returned to the center of the ring, looking over the destroyed arena filled with melted rock and dark glass.
"A ten-minute recess is granted for terrain cleanup and restoration!" Malenia announced, as several Earth Style users headed down to repair the surface.
With Iwa's victory, two of their three Genin had now qualified for the finals.
Sand: 2
Iwa: 2
Konoha: 0
Kumo: 0
End of Chapter