Naruto: Konoha's Psychic

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Inoiki focused deeply, his breathing steady as he concentrated his Psychokinesis on the kunais floating in midair. With precision, he willed the kunais to move in exact opposite directions simultaneously—a feat he had previously been unable to achieve due to his limited mental power. But now, with his enhanced abilities, it was within his grasp.

The kunais danced through the air, their paths weaving in synchronized chaos. A small smile flickered across Inoiki's lips, a sign of satisfaction.

Taking his practice further, Inoiki reached out with his Psychokinesis and summoned lightning from the air. The crackling energy formed in his hand before he directed it toward one of the kunai. The lightning coiled around the blade, covering it in a brilliant electric aura.

With a flick of his mind, the lightning-charged kunai shot forward at an incredible speed. It streaked across the courtyard like a bolt of pure energy, piercing through a massive boulder of stone with ease. The kunai continued its path, embedding itself deep into the ground behind the shattered rock.

Inoiki stood and approached the kunai, curious about its condition. When he bent to retrieve it, the weapon crumbled in his hand. Only the handle remained intact, the blade reduced to fragments.

Shaking his head, Inoiki muttered to himself, "As expected. Normal kunai can't withstand this level of lightning injection—or any elemental infusion, for that matter. They'll always break under the strain."

He turned the broken handle in his hand, examining it thoughtfully. "Even my specially customized kunai can only handle this kind of infusion a few times before they give out. What I need is a chakra weapon, something designed to withstand and amplify this technique. If I could use a proper chakra weapon, the speed of my kunai would increase drastically—at least 1.5 times faster than what I can achieve now with Psychokinesis."

Resolving to discuss the matter with his father, Inoiki tossed the broken handle aside and closed his eyes. His breathing steadied once more as he directed all his mental power toward a nearby stone.

The large rock stood almost as tall as Inoiki himself, roughly 1.6 meters. Under his focused will, the surface of the stone began to crack. Hairline fractures spread rapidly, splitting the boulder apart. With a final surge of concentration, the stone shattered into pieces, fragments scattering across the courtyard.

Inoiki opened his eyes, watching the remnants of the stone with a calm intensity. His power had grown, but he knew there was still more to refine—more to master. This is only the beginning, he thought as he turned toward the horizon, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead.

Inoiki wiped the sweat from his body with a towel, his mind still lingering on the training session he had just completed. Without wasting time, he headed to his room to take a quick bath. The cool water washed away the fatigue, leaving him refreshed.

After dressing in his usual attire, Inoiki stepped out of his room, ready to accompany Ino. That morning, she had mentioned that Choji had been hospitalized after overeating barbecue, and they had planned to visit him together.

As soon as he emerged, he saw Ino waiting for him in the hallway. She held a basket full of fruits, obviously intended for Choji.

"Ready, Brother?" she asked, her tone light but cheerful.

Inoiki nodded. "Hmm," he replied simply.

The two siblings walked together to the hospital, their pace unhurried. When they arrived, they were surprised to find the place unusually quiet—there wasn't a single staff member in sight.

Ino tilted her head, glancing around. "Maybe they all went for lunch," she speculated.

"Maybe," Inoiki agreed, though his tone carried a hint of curiosity.

Undeterred, they filled out the visitor log themselves and made their way directly to Choji's room.

Inside, Choji's face lit up at the sight of them. "Hey, Ino! Inoiki!" he greeted, his voice full of warmth despite his condition.

Both siblings smiled back. "Hey, Choji," they said almost in unison.

Inoiki stepped closer and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Choji shrugged slightly, a sheepish grin on his face. "A bit better than before," he replied.

Inoiki nodded, his gaze thoughtful. But before he could say anything further, a sudden wave of killing intent washed over him. His body tensed instinctively, and his sharp eyes flicked toward a specific direction outside the room.

That intent… he thought, his mind racing. Then it clicked. Oh, right. That event is supposed to happen today, isn't it?

Without a word, Inoiki disappeared from the spot, leaving Ino and Choji momentarily startled.

Ino blinked, looking at the now-empty space where her brother had stood. "What—? Where did he go?" she asked, glancing at Choji in confusion.

Choji frowned slightly. "I have no idea, but… he looked serious."

Both Ino and Choji couldn't help but feel that something important was about to unfold.

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Inoiki reached the hospital room where Lee was admitted, the source of the killing intent he had sensed earlier. As he stepped inside, he saw Shikamaru and Naruto locked in a tense standoff with Gaara.

It didn't take long for Inoiki to piece things together—Gaara was here to kill Lee, but Shikamaru and Naruto had managed to intercept him.

"What's happening here?" Inoiki asked, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The attention in the room shifted instantly to Inoiki. Shikamaru let out a subtle breath of relief at the sound of his voice. The weight of the confrontation had been heavy, and Gaara's unrelenting presence was unnerving.

"This lunatic wants to kill Lee," Shikamaru said, his tone sharp, his eyes briefly flicking toward Gaara before returning to Inoiki.

Inoiki turned his gaze to Gaara, his expression calm but cold. "Is that true?"

Gaara's blank, emotionless face twisted slightly as he replied in his usual icy tone, "Yes. And do not try to stop me. If you interfere, you will die."

Inoiki's eyes narrowed slightly, his demeanor steady and unwavering. "It's fortunate that Lee isn't injured," he said, his voice laced with quiet menace. "You failed in your attack thanks to Shikamaru and Naruto. If anything had happened to Lee, I swear I would've killed you right here and now, without a second thought—village alliances or diplomatic consequences be damned."

Gaara's lips curled into a crazed smile, his killing intent spiking as he stared at Inoiki. "Are you sure you can kill me?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Inoiki's face darkened, his eyes cold and unflinching. "You want to find out?"

The room seemed to shift as Inoiki unleashed a massive wave of mental pressure, focusing it entirely on Gaara. The weight of the pressure was palpable, and the effect was immediate. Gaara's outer layer of sand, the armor that shielded and disguised him, began to crack and crumble, pieces falling to the floor.

The tension in the room was suffocating as Gaara stood frozen under Inoiki's unrelenting pressure.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Inoiki withdrew his mental assault. His tone was razor-sharp as he spoke. "Get out of here. You're not welcome. Tomorrow, in the arena, I'll give you the chance to fight me with everything you've got. Bring your full strength—try to kill me if you can. But until then, get out."

Gaara's killing intent subsided, and his eyes narrowed as he regained his composure. Slowly, he turned toward the door, his movements deliberate. As he reached the threshold, he glanced back at Inoiki.

"I will kill you tomorrow," Gaara said calmly, his voice devoid of any doubt.

Inoiki didn't flinch, his cold gaze fixed on Gaara until the latter left the room.

The silence that followed was heavy, but the tension in the room finally began to ease. Shikamaru glanced at Inoiki, shaking his head slightly. "You really don't make things easy, do you?"

Inoiki let out a small breath.

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