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Chapter 105 Naruto: Is there anything else I need to do?

A cold, mocking glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes.

Even though he betrayed Konoha, he still cared deeply about the village!
Over the years, as an outsider, he has seen things more clearly than anyone else, and therefore he has become increasingly intolerant of this deep-seated and festering disease!
As for the Hyuga clan's shameful deeds?

At that time, he had already defected, and this news was naturally told to him personally by his "close ally" Danzo as a topic of conversation to mock Hiruzen Sarutobi's incompetence.

The details may have been maliciously embellished by that old dog Danzo, but the cold, hard skeleton is chillingly real:
The Cloud Village delegation, under the guise of a "peace agreement," actually kidnapped Hinata, the eldest daughter of the Hyuga main family.

To protect his daughter and the dignity of his family, Hiashi Hyuga killed the kidnapper leader on the spot.

As a result, Kumogakure turned on them, threatening war and demanding that Konoha hand over the head of the murderer, Hyuga Hiashi.

And the result?
Hyuga Hizashi died on behalf of his brother!

Ah.

Konoha's second largest clan was forced to offer its head a life in order to negotiate peace, and only the intervention of its younger brother saved them from certain death.

In the end, Konoha achieved a humiliating peace!
Tsk tsk.

Nine years ago, the envoy from the Land of Lightning, in the name of peace...

Orochimaru finished recounting the bloody and humiliating history in a cold tone. His golden snake eyes pierced Hiruzen Sarutobi like needles.

The old face, covered in wrinkles, remained taut, and the complex emotions in his eyes were impossible to discern.

"Sandaime-sama,"

Orochimaru's voice suddenly rose, carrying the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, cutting open Hiruzen Sarutobi's deepest wound: "When Hizashi Hyuga took his brother's place, paying the price with his own life, to sign the peace treaty..."

He leaned forward slightly, locking onto his prey like a venomous snake: "Tell me, at that moment, did you feel a sense of relief or relief?"

He could almost picture the scene: when the heavy burden of "peace" finally landed, perhaps his master's old face would truly show a sense of relief.

Ah.
Is this the Konoha you've been protecting?

Is this the compromise you, Hiruzen Sarutobi, have made in the name of "Kage"?!
at the same time.

above.

Naruto's action of eating a watermelon was frozen in time.

Is this actually happening?

A fleeting memory flashed through my mind. I remember now!

He was actually there to watch the drama unfold, but there were too many people, so he left before he could see anything exciting.

Who would have thought that such a dramatic turn of events would happen later!
If he hadn't been the Hokage at the time, he would have beaten the Raikage so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

As for the choice of the third generation, it was indeed a muddle!

They probably haven't studied "On the Six States" and don't know the tragedy that followed "today, five cities were ceded"!

It could also be a consequence of the Nine-Tailed Fox's rampage; the village was weak at the time.

Perhaps they could take advantage of the situation and use it as an opportunity to strike at the Hyuga clan? It's not impossible.

There are too many reasons.

Ultimately—their fists weren't strong enough!

If the old man had his current fighting strength back then, would he still need to make such a compromise?

Direct Black Hole Rasengan Warning!
If all else fails, add another World Destroying Dust Escape!
However, Naruto suddenly paused.

During the brief moment when he swiftly defeated someone, it seems he also managed to grab Hinata. Was the headband of the guy who was instantly killed wearing a Cloud Village pattern?
Good heavens! Is this "peace enthusiast" from Kumogakure stirring up trouble in Konoha again?

Raikage, right?

Just wait! We'll find an auspicious day and come over in person to have a "physical chat" with you!
But then again, Hinata feels quite light when you hold her?

At the heart of the standoff, Orochimaru's golden snake eyes showed no sign of relaxation.

Although he believed that his backup plan would prevent him from truly disappearing from this world, the shadow of the uncontrolled Edo Tensei still haunted his thoughts.

The soil for trust has disappeared.

If death no longer promises a sure resurrection, but instead presents him with a high-stakes gamble full of uncertainties.

He, Orochimaru, never jokes about his own existence!

To survive, we must seize every possible opportunity right now!
"What is it, teacher?"

Orochimaru's voice carried a cold mockery: "The peace bought with the shame of the Hyuga clan—no, the peace bought with the humiliation of Konoha—has left you speechless?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi remained silent, the furrows on his wrinkled forehead deepening.

That silence was neither an escape nor an admission of defeat, but rather a bitter weighing of the consequences of that bloody era.

The night of the Nine-Tails caused heavy losses to the village, with nearly half of the ninja killed or wounded.

The wounds torn open by the tailed beasts had not yet scabbed over, the blood on Konoha's body had not yet dried, and the smoke signals of war between the Land of Earth and the Land of Lightning had already been lit on the border.

Finally, the corpses of ninjas piled up like mountains, and the village was nearly drained of blood. How could someone who could barely stand up possibly face a new death match?
Those cloudy yet still sharp eyes resembled those of a hero in his twilight years.

Orochimaru's snake eyes captured every fluctuation in Sarutobi's gaze—pain, guilt, perseverance, and the powerless compromise emanating from that lingering aura of aging.

Disgust, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, licked Orochimaru's heart once more.

It's this indecisiveness that's causing this!

Sarutobi's kindness? His generosity?

This might be a glue within the village, but for Orochimaru himself, it was an immense stroke of luck.

Otherwise, he would have been crushed by those 'merciful' hands when he defected.

Even Danzo's roots could grow unchecked thanks to this 'tolerance.' But once this hand reached onto the diplomatic chessboard—it became a fatal weakness!

What kind of formidable "Oshio" was the young Third Generation?
But as people grow old, their edges are worn down by time, leaving only a pathetic compromise?

The profound meaning behind the "drastic upheaval of scraping the bone to remove poison" that he orchestrated for Konoha was also mixed with his intolerance for this incompetence and compromise.

Konoha had become a stagnant pool under the Third Hokage!
While other villages were preparing for war and sharpening their swords, this place was indulging in a false dream of peace.

Ah, without my painstaking efforts to heal it, it would have become dust in history, lost among nameless ninja villages!

however,
Orochimaru's cold thoughts suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the figure on the roof eating a melon.

The outcome is uncertain!
Orochimaru's serpentine eyes swept over the conspicuous white hair beside him, and a cold, calculating glint appeared deep within them.

He knew what to reveal and what to keep secret—he craved a way out, not a death warrant!
"If this 'Hyuga tragedy' isn't enough to make a difference."

His voice suddenly turned even colder, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, precisely piercing the Third Hokage's deepest hidden pain: "What about the cause of 'Sakumo Hatake's' death?"

"Didn't you always proclaim that 'Konoha's Will of Fire begins with protecting comrades'? Why was the White Fang, who was willing to bear the infamy of 'mission failure' and endure the condemnation of thousands for the sake of his comrades, ultimately driven to the brink by the 'public opinion' of Konoha itself?"

The Will of Fire? Orochimaru scoffed.

But at this moment, it is the sharpest spear that can pry open Sarutobi-sensei's defense!
Click!

Naruto abruptly stopped eating the watermelon.

Sakumo Hatake? Hatake? Kakashi-sensei's father?

"Dying from the ravages of public opinion?"
He turned his head to look at Kakashi.

The teacher's face was hidden behind the mask, his dead fish eyes were even calm, but his clenched fists were so tight that his knuckles had turned white!

Naruto was shocked; it seemed to be true.

As an orphan, he was told stories of his past without parents.

Moreover, he was disliked by the villagers since childhood, so as an "outsider" with limited access to information, he was almost completely ignorant of Konoha's old stories.

As for the three clones who run shops, what information can they find out?

Apart from earth-shattering events like the Nine-Tails Night and the Uchiha massacre, he was completely clueless about everything else, like a blind man touching an elephant.

Therefore, this was the first time he had heard such a secret.

Kakashi-sensei, did he really have such a past?

Ha, he never inquired about it either. He couldn't just grab Kakashi-sensei and ask, "How did your father die?"
That's so rude! Adults need to have boundaries.

Naruto silently noted it down, planning to investigate it further at a later opportunity.

Orochimaru's smile, deep within his snake-like eyes, grew increasingly cold and sharp.

This trial is far from over!
"If you could still gloss over the previous 'old wounds' with the excuse of 'putting the bigger picture'?"

He remained elegant and composed, yet he dropped a devastating bombshell:

"Then—what about the 'Uchiha Clan Massacre'?"

He was a complete outsider in this matter; no, he was even a 'victim' of the extermination of his clan.

Why can't we mention it?

Moreover, the mention of the Uchiha clan brings back the captivating power of the Sharingan!
It's a pity that Sasuke probably won't get it!

Orochimaru's voice took on a malicious yet compassionate tone, "Under your blinded eyes, veiled by the mists of 'peace' and 'stability,' that clan that once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Senju clan to light the Konoha bonfire..."

He took a step forward, staring intently at Hiruzen Sarutobi's suddenly pale face, his snake-like eyes seeming to pierce into the deepest part of the other's soul!

"Ultimately, it all turned into dust in history!"

"reason?"

A cold, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips, his words like poisoned daggers: "It's nothing more than your muddle-headedness, stupidity, compromise! And the inevitable, bloody retribution for your self-righteous 'control'!"

"This is just a tiny link in the chain of consequences!" Orochimaru's voice suddenly rose.

"If it weren't for today, if it weren't for this 'surgery' that was destined to bear the stigma, more and deeper festering and decay would have completely hollowed out this giant tree!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire Leaf Village, but his golden snake eyes were fixed on Hiruzen Sarutobi's bloodied face:

"So, teacher! Let's end the shackles that this rigid shell of yours has placed on Konoha."

"Isn't this also a deeper form of 'protection'?"

On the rooftop, Naruto even forgot to eat the melon in his hand.

Wow. This logical loop is amazing! It can turn black into white.

As an observer who was hearing the secret for the first time, the sheer emotional impact of that moment even made him feel a prickling sensation in his heart.

Unfortunately, Naruto's soul is that of an adult.

One-sided story? Even a dog wouldn't believe that!

The reason I was able to sit firmly on the throne of "anti-fraud elite" in my school in my past life was not just because of my three-figure savings, but because of my iron will of "I won't listen, I won't listen, even if a turtle chants sutras!"

Orochimaru's serpentine eyes swept across the scene like ice: Jiraiya's body stiffened, but a flickering hope burned in his eyes; the Third Hokage closed his eyes in sorrow, but his weathered face was now completely devoid of emotion!
He couldn't help but feel a warning bell ringing in his mind: This old man's composure far exceeded his expectations!

How could such a potent medicine fail to make a difference?
His gaze suddenly fixed on the blond-haired boy not far away.

The last chip is here!
"If this is still not enough to shake your heart of stone," Orochimaru's voice suddenly turned to Naruto, the last syllable carrying the sticky, chilling edge of a venomous snake's tongue:
"Then, what about Naruto-kun?"

Naruto had just finished eating the burnt melon rind when he heard Orochimaru pointing at him.

Is there anything I have to do with this?
(End of this chapter)