Mha: Sand Sand Fruit

Hearing this, Ishimura sneered, "All your efforts are in vain. Just one minute is all I need!"

He raised a single finger toward Akira and continued, "I only need one minute to defeat you!"

With that, Ishimura unsheathed the long sword at his waist, its blade gleaming coldly under the light. Without hesitation, he charged toward Akira at full speed.

His movements were swift, faster than most could keep up with, but Akira's training over the past month had honed his reflexes enough to track Ishimura's rapid attacks.

Lacking a weapon, Akira used his hardened, Haki-infused arms to block each strike.

**Bang! Bang! Bang!**

Each clash sent sparks flying as Ishimura's blade collided with Akira's forearms.

As the battle continued, Ishimura grew visibly frustrated. "Isn't this kid's Quirk supposed to turn him into sand? Why is his body suddenly acting like it's protected by some defensive Quirk? Even my sword can't cut through it!"

He paused for a moment, studying Akira's movements carefully. Then, a realization struck him.

"I see now," Ishimura smirked, stepping back with a flourish. "Your hands are your only defense. The rest of your body is vulnerable."

With a loud **boom**, Ishimura leapt backward, creating some distance between himself and Akira.

"I've figured out your weakness. This fight is over," Ishimura declared confidently, grinning as if victory was already his.

Ignoring the taunt, Akira charged forward, intent on closing the gap.

But Ishimura wasn't done. He waved his hands, and suddenly, two large blobs of white liquid materialized on either side of Akira.

"It's over for you!" Ishimura shouted as the liquid surged toward Akira from both sides.

The liquid, thick and viscous, began merging into a massive sphere, designed to trap and suffocate its target. Worse, Ishimura's Quirk allowed the liquid to harden instantly, transforming into an impenetrable prison.

Akira, however, remained unfazed. He raised his hands toward the merging liquid, his demeanor calm and composed.

Seeing this, Ishimura laughed mockingly. "You're naive! The moment you stepped into this fight, your fate was sealed."

Within seconds, the liquid spheres closed in on Akira. But just as Ishimura prepared to claim victory, something unexpected happened—the liquid stopped in its tracks.

"What?!" Ishimura's smirk vanished as confusion set in. "Why isn't it obeying me?"

Unbeknownst to Ishimura, Akira's mastery of Armament Haki was suppressing the liquid's movements.

"Now this just got a lot easier," Akira muttered, his voice low and steady.

With a swift motion, Akira's arm transformed into a massive sand blade. With a series of sharp, precise swings, the liquid spheres shattered into droplets, dissipating harmlessly.

Not wasting a moment, Akira leapt toward Ishimura, the sand blade arcing through the air with deadly precision.

**Crash!**

Ishimura raised his sword in a desperate attempt to block, but Akira's attack cleaved the blade in half.

Ishimura's eyes widened as he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the devastating swing. The sand blade struck the ground with incredible force, creating a fissure that spread outward, collapsing walls and shaking the building.

In the chaos of smoke and dust, Ishimura coughed, his face pale but determined. "I underestimated you," he admitted, retreating to the rooftop. "You win this round, but next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Ishimura turned to flee, but Akira wasn't about to let him go. With a burst of speed, he grabbed Ishimura's leg mid-leap and yanked him back down, slamming him into the ground.

**Boom!**

A crater formed where Ishimura landed. As the dust settled, Ishimura scrambled to his feet, his leg mangled from the impact.

"What... what just happened?" he muttered, bewildered by the damage. "This kid is more dangerous than I thought."

Realizing the fight was no longer in his favor, Ishimura opted for retreat. "You've impressed me, kid. Tell me your name!"

Akira smirked coldly. "Remember it well—Akira Kitagawa."

"Akira Kitagawa, huh? Fine, I'll remember you," Ishimura growled. "But next time we meet, I'll settle the score. You won't be so lucky."

He conjured a massive liquid sphere and hurled it toward Akira, using the distraction to make his escape. The sphere exploded on impact, reducing half the training grounds to rubble.

Amid the smoke and debris, Akira emerged unscathed, his body reforming from sand.

"That could've been tricky without Armament Haki," Akira remarked, surveying the destruction around him.

Minutes passed, but there was still no sign of Nako Miyagawa. Realizing that Ishimura might return with reinforcements, Akira decided to leave.

As he stepped outside, something caught his eye—something that completely shattered his expectations.

Flying through the air was a massive, Western-style dragon, and in its claws, it carried Nako Miyagawa.