Naruto: Monthly Refreshing Stand Abillity

Diego didn't need to kill Ishiki Kujo with one blow—just one touch would tip the scales of victory in his favor.

Knowing this, Diego had transformed his arm into its dinosaurized form. But when he struck, his claws scraped not flesh, but a hardened shield.

Unseen until now, a scroll had already appeared in Ishiki's hand.

Unrolled, the shield had burst forth from within—a remnant from an earlier battle, taken from one of the enemy ninja they'd defeated. Though the shield that had blocked Magician's Red had been melted, the scroll had contained more than just that single summon.

Diego's raw power was greater than Ishiki had expected. But Ishiki, fully aware of Diego's ability, had no intention of letting him make contact.

With a teeth-grinding screech, Diego's claws tore straight through the summoned shield.

The suddenness of the summon had made dodging impossible—even with Diego's elite kinetic vision.

But that split second of resistance was all Ishiki needed.

His body flowed away through the gaps between the surrounding dinosaurs like smoke on the wind.

At the same moment, his Yang Release chakra receded, and a new pressure descended around him.

Gold markings crept across his face, glowing with primal power.

Sage Mode.

Ishiki rubbed his hands together—gloves fizzing with pink bubbles.

He flicked his hands.

The bubbles flew out in spinning arcs, merging with Hamon energy to form whirling circular discs.

Foam Slash Discs.

Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall.

A stone wall surged up to block them—but the foam discs pierced it instantly, shredding the earthen defense.

Then, like an omen, white slips of paper began to flutter from the sky.

They blanketed the Beast Arena, drifting not only over Ishiki and Diego but even far beyond, into the blackened terrain outside.

Diego's eyes flicked upward—first curious, then wide with horror.

Each paper bore a single kanji:

爆 — Explosion.

Paper bombs. All of them.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—

The Earth Flow Wall was obliterated by the dual assault of foam and flame.

One of the fire-affinity dinosaurs began channeling natural energy again—but before it could finish, its mouth erupted in flames.

Atmospheric Detonation.

Weather Report didn't need open skies. Any place with air could be his battlefield.

The dinosaur shrieked, technique interrupted—then the descending paper bombs landed on its scales.

A beat—then it was engulfed in roaring fire.

The other three dinosaurs, however, had regrouped around Diego in a defensive formation, enclosing him in a triangle of muscle and fang.

Around them, wind gathered—but this chakra-laced Wind Release didn't behave as expected.

It disintegrated as soon as it passed beyond their bodies—unable to even form a gust.

Paper tags stuck to their hides.

Diego crouched in the center, jaw clenched, face lit by firelight and fury.

Then the detonations came.

All four—Diego and his three guardian beasts—were swallowed by an eruption of flame.

It wasn't a particularly complex application of Weather Report, but the timing and terrain were perfect. Ishiki had merely needed to locate where Konan had hidden her paper bombs in the Land of Rain—and used high-pressure wind to lift them into the atmosphere, then redirect them at high speed into the Land of Grass.

Just like the poison-dart frog rain in the manga.

He'd wanted to try this for a while. Though he hadn't expected it to actually work.

To pull this off, two very specific conditions had to be met:

First, Konan had to have already started stockpiling paper bombs.

Second, the coordinates Ishiki had mapped needed to match Konan's real cache sites.

Apparently, they had.

Konan had begun preparations.

Sixty billion paper bombs—absurd in scale. Even for Konan, accumulating such a quantity would have required years of planning.

What had fallen from the sky wasn't all sixty billion.

By Ishiki's estimate, maybe ten thousand had reached him.

Whether that was all that had been hidden, or Konan had intervened to stop the process, or perhaps Weather Report simply lacked the range or precision to pull them all—that remained unknown.

Still. Ten thousand bombs detonating in rapid succession? More than enough.

Ishiki slammed his foot down. Hamon rippled through the scorched earth.

He didn't believe for a second that Diego had died so easily.

A man who could dinosaurize multiple elements to unleash all five chakra natures—that kind of opponent always had another card to play.

As expected, beneath the rippling Hamon and through the Right Eye of the Saint, Ishiki saw movement.

Something tunneling toward him—fast.

Diego.

As an earth-style user, and sheltered beneath three massive dinosaurs, it had been the perfect chance for him to burrow.

Paper bombs might detonate surface targets, but their effectiveness underground was limited. And while paper rained through the storm, the dinosaurs could easily track and dodge it midair.

But Ishiki had anticipated this.

The moment he sensed Diego's location, he acted.

Sage chakra coiled in his palm, spinning fast—forming a monstrous, red-gold Rasengan laced with radiant Hamon energy.

Hamon Sage Art: Fire Release — Super Great Flaming Rasengan

No theatrics.

Ishiki hurled it straight into the earth beneath him.

Earth doesn't have a fixed melting point—but past 3000°C, most soil will liquefy.

This Rasengan, empowered by Sage Mode and Hamon, was burning beyond 5000°C.

The moment it struck, the ground liquefied.

And when the Rasengan reached three meters deep—

BOOOOM.

An explosion bloomed from underground, sending molten earth blasting skyward.

Ishiki leapt from the blast zone, arm sizzling with scorched flesh.

His Rasengan control still lacked perfection—ideally, he wouldn't even need to keep it in hand.

He should've thrown it.

But it was enough.

The earth below had become a molten crater.

Diego was nowhere in sight—his chakra vanished.

Only a single object remained, glowing in Ishiki's sensory field:

One, lone eyeball, buried deep beneath the earth.

The Left Eye of the Saint.

One burned arm in exchange for Diego's life—and the Saint's Eye?

In Ishiki Kujo's eyes, that was a trade worth making ten times over.