Sand District (Flashback)
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The whir of magnetized shuriken split through the arid air of the Sunagakure training field, followed by the rattling sprint of a puppet lunging on metal-threaded joints. But none of it touched the Kazekage.
Shakumei’s breath was calm, centered, even as three elite shinobi pressed him from all angles. The soft glint of sunlight flickered off the countless airborne moisture droplets suspended around them—barely visible in the desert, yet deliberately summoned through his subtle chakra control. Within those glistening beads of water, the Kazekage’s Yome Dojutsu activated with a faint pulse.
To the naked eye, Shakumei danced through the assault like a phantom—his steps swift and light, his frame bending backward, twisting, flipping, always moving just enough to avoid every strike. But to him, each reflection offered insight: the twitch of a finger controlling a chakra string, the flicker of iron sand preparing to coil around his legs, the narrowing of a puppet's eye before a needle fired.
One shinobi gasped as their magnetized kunai sailed past Shakumei’s cheek, cutting only the air.
Another cursed under their breath as their puppet’s blade missed by a hair—Shakumei had already twisted beneath it, landing low with perfect balance.
“You rely too much on control and range,” Shakumei stated calmly, without the slightest breathlessness.
“But you’ve forgotten what a shinobi must master first—sight. And I see everything.”
The combat paused for a heartbeat. All three opponents stared, sweat on their brows—not just from the heat, but from awe. The Kazekage’s robes barely fluttered from his movements, and not a single attack had landed. Shakumei straightened, the water droplets now orbiting him like silent mirrors.
“Again,” he ordered.
And the battle resumed.