Realizing that it would take a long time, I stepped back and released a dozen Kongo Fusa (Adamant Chains) from my left hand, which was unoccupied by the sword, in an attempt to swaddle the jonin and draw out all the chakra while he was immobilized.
But Rasa also had a trump card in his pocket - with a clap of his hands, he printed a large amount of golden sand in front of him and despite the control problems that prevented him from turning this volume into a monolithic block, the chains were still stuck in this mass of metal that rushed forward.
I had to step back to avoid being buried under the sand with most of the room, but that hiccup was enough for the shinobi to try to make a footing - there was a crack of wood and the clink of shattered glass.
Ignoring the sagging floor beneath my feet, which could not withstand the weight of the collapsed weight, I jumped to the ceiling, and after covering the distance to the opposite side of the room, I found that the former Kazekage had sacrificed most of his weapons in order to be able to break through the wall next to me, where he would have more room to maneuver.
Cautiously peering out of the hole so as not to be attacked, I caught a glimpse of a cloud of golden sand that looked a hell of a lot like our last encounter, except that this time Rasa wasn't so quick to escape and the flight was far from smooth, swerving to one side or the other and constantly dropping grains of sand on the ground.
I just grinned and did nothing, though I could have gotten the shinobi with gold chains, looking forward to an epic encounter with reality. The former Kazekage sprinted across the roof of the house, and the next moment, at full speed, crashed into the fully transparent barrier, causing it to shudder.
The jonin began to fall down, but to his credit, he recovered quickly, regaining control of the sand and hovering a meter and a half from the surface. Obeying the sweep of his arm, most of the gold crashed into the unexpected obstacle, a resounding clang was the only result.
Using the kage bunshin and my nearly full chakra reserve to fuel the kekkai, the jonin could pound until he was blue in the face - this was no ordinary paper barrier that could be overpowered with a concentrated attack, but a stationary barrier of exceptional reliability that could withstand a couple of full-fledged bijudams.
It took a lot of work to convert it into a mobile version, albeit with physical anchors, but the effort was well worth it.
- You're well prepared for the attack," Rasa turned to me, in one motion fixing my broken nose, which even gold armor couldn't save.
And judging by the look of the shinobi, the collision with the indestructible barrier was no more costly to him than all the damage I'd managed to inflict in the fight. Unfortunately, even chakra doesn't save you from inertia, and when you're wearing a pile of metal, a sudden stop won't be good for your body. Unfortunately for him, of course.
- Of course," I smirked at him, "you can't fly away this time.
- I don't remember us having such a strong enmity, washed away only by blood," the shinobi sighed, looking around the ruined house and the barely visible barrier, "can we make a deal?
I wasn't fooled by my enemy's sudden talkativeness - right at that very moment, Rasa was trying to push the bulk of his sand down and scrape the kekkai behind him, using the smaller part for support and concealment from my gaze. A deliberately failed attempt, whatever it was he was expecting.
- Sorry, I'll pass - I don't like to leave loose ends, especially if it's an S-class fighter I've seriously disrupted plans like this," I shrugged, tracking his movements carefully and taking my time to attack, "fraught with health risks.
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