Naruto Dream Fulfillment Master!

Chapter 508 Kimimaro [Three-Tomoe Sharingan - Cursed Seal State Two]

On the sand dunes.

Scorpion sized up the white-haired boy in front of him and said disdainfully, "Orochimaru has quite a few strange guys under his command. First there was Kabuto, this two-faced spy, and now this monster covered in bones has appeared. That stinky snake isn't very good at anything else, but he always has a good eye for picking up trash."

"Kabuto has already told me." Kimimaro clenched the gray bone spike protruding from his palm and said with murderous intent, "The one who chased Orochimaru-sama from Amegakure to the Land of Rice Fields was you."

"Entanglement?"

Scorpion sneered as if he had heard a joke: "Don't be so subtle. That disgusting stinking snake betrayed the organization. I will catch him sooner or later, skin him alive, and turn him into the lowest of puppets."

The moment Sasori uttered those words, Kimimaro's eyes immediately filled with murderous intent.

Orochimaru gave him a reason to live, and also gave him new eyes and power.

For Kimimaro, that was not just a master to whom he needed to be loyal, but the sole reason for his existence in this world.

Anyone who attempts to harm Orochimaru should be eliminated.

"It was Orochimaru-sama's mercy that allowed you to live until today." Kimimaro held two gray bone spikes horizontally at his sides, the three tomoe in his scarlet eyes swirling. "But it ends here now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped on the sand in front of him, his figure skimming across the rising sand as he sped away.

Two gray bone spikes sliced ​​through the heatwave, one on the left and one on the right, piercing the scorpion's chest and throat respectively.

The scorpion stood still without flinching.

The spiral slash from the lower back unfolded instantly, with steel blades on both sides blocking the bone spikes.

With a crisp clang, the metal collided with the ashes.

As soon as the sparks flew, a corrosive sound followed.

Scorpion's gaze fell on the point of impact.

Kimimaro's bone spikes remained intact, but fine white smoke was already rising from the edge of his spiral slash. In just one breath, a mottled dent appeared on the surface of the special alloy.

Not only the bone bullets that were just fired, but these long bone spikes used in close combat are also extremely corrosive.

The Corpse Bone Vein was already troublesome, but after this change, it became even more strange in every way.

The scorpion did not continue to struggle with him.

With a flick of his right hand, a mechanism in his palm snapped open, and a thin metal tube hidden within it sprayed out a cloud of purple poisonous smoke against Kimimaro's face.

At such close range, and without any warning signs before the spell was cast, Kimimaro had no time to dodge.

Purple smoke rushed onto his face, instantly engulfing his figure completely.

Using the poisonous smoke to obscure his vision, Scorpion retreated several meters and landed steadily on the top of another sand dune.

The spiral slash continued to spin rapidly beside him, but the corrosion marks on the blade had not disappeared.

"Stop struggling. This is a poison I concocted myself. Just a little bit will quickly paralyze your nerves, and eventually you won't be able to move a single finger."

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The hot desert wind swept through, and purple mist surged and spread outwards.

Kimimaro's figure remained standing in the same spot, only a blurry outline visible through the poisonous smoke.

Scorpion stared at the figure, scrutinizing him as he said, "However, what you possess is indeed quite interesting. The Kaguya clan is nearly extinct, and those who can utilize the Corpse Bone Pulse to this extent are even rarer. Your bones can be freely shaped and can even corrode metal—"

"Orochimaru must have done quite a few modifications to you, right?"

"Feel honored, boy. Such a bone vein is worthy of becoming an eternal art."

However, before he could finish speaking, a gray glint suddenly shot out from the purple mist, heading straight for the scorpion's face.

The spiral slash immediately shifted half a foot to the side, barely blocking the bone spike.

The gray bone grazed past the rotating blade, leaving a series of ear-piercing metallic scraping sounds.

Immediately afterwards, Kimimaro stepped out from the surging purple smoke.

His steps remained steady, and there was no sign of him losing control.

"This level of poison is not enough."

Scorpion stared at him, momentarily stunned.

The poisonous fog had clearly entered Kimimaro's mouth and nose, and had also come into contact with his eyes and skin.

An ordinary Jonin would have collapsed on the ground convulsing by now, but this white-haired brat was completely unaffected.

The numbing sensation caused by the toxins spreading along the nerves had just appeared when it was suppressed by Kimimaro's almost abnormally vigorous life force.

After the Sharingan stabilized the bloodline disease, the body that had been weakened by the illness seemed to break free from its constraints once again.

The poison wasn't ineffective; it just destroyed things at a rate far slower than the body's metabolism and repair processes.

Not far away, Dou stood atop a sand dune, adjusted his glasses, and a fleeting smile crossed his face behind the lenses.

"Lord Sasori, if you still judge Kimimaro by the standards of an ordinary Jonin, you will suffer a great loss."

"Kimimaro has already surpassed the limits of a Jonin. Even if Lord Orochimaru personally takes action, it will be difficult to deal with him without some special methods."

Meanwhile, Deidara, equally eager for a good spectacle, stood on the sand dune with his arms crossed, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Sasori, need my help? This kid looks pretty tough. How about I show him some real art with my C2, hmm?"

"Shut up, Deidara."

Scorpion suddenly said coldly, "I don't need your meddling."

As he spoke, the mechanism under his chin opened silently.

The next moment, a dense mass of thousands of books shot out from his mouth, layer upon layer, blocking most of the space directly in front of Kimimaro.

Kimimaro's eyes then turned to the three magatama.

Each tiny sage stick became exceptionally clear in the crimson vision.

Kimimaro sidestepped the first few cold glints of light, took a half-foot step diagonally, then bent down and turned his waist, letting the following senbon brush past his hair and the hem of his clothes.

Several unavoidable senbon needles were knocked away by the gray bone spikes, leaving only a few small cracks on his sleeve.

After several changes of direction, his speed not only did not decrease, but he also used the momentum of his forward rush to get close to Scorpion.

Two gray bone spikes fell again.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the Spiral Slash changed direction repeatedly, barely managing to block Kimimaro's attack.

The bone spikes and blades clashed repeatedly in mid-air. With each contact, white smoke from the corrosion would billow out from the blade's edge, and the originally smooth and sharp spiral slash quickly became pitted and uneven.

This white-haired brat is really troublesome.

Kimimaro is the type of close-combat fighter that puppeteers least want to encounter. He is fast, has sharp reflexes, and his Sharingan can see through the trajectory of most hidden weapons.

More importantly, his ashes can corrode metal, and his body has an astonishingly high tolerance to neurotoxins.

If this entanglement continues, the first thing to be destroyed will be Scorpion's Spiral Slash.

You stinking snake, is this one of the methods you prepared in advance?

A chilling wave emanated from the regeneration core on Scorpion's chest, causing the chakra threads between his fingers to tighten.

With a clang, the spiral slash blocked a bone spike that came crashing down on him.

Using the recoil from the collision, the scorpion slid back half a step, dragging two shallow gullies into the sand beneath its feet.

Kimimaro pressed closer, about to launch another attack, but Sasori suddenly moved forward instead of retreating, raising both hands to his face at the same time.

The mechanism in the palm popped open, revealing two metal tubes on the left and right.

"Infernal Prison Formation".

Two blazing pillars of fire shot out simultaneously, and scalding air swept across the sand surface.

Wherever it passed, the yellow sand crackled and popped, and even the surrounding view was distorted and deformed by the high temperature.

Kimimaro's pupils contracted, and he pushed off with his feet to dodge to the side.

At that very moment, the mechanism on the scorpion's abdomen clicked open, and a thick steel cable shot out along the sand, wrapping around his waist before he could leave the ground.

The steel cable tightened suddenly, and Kimimaro's body, which had just leaped up, was forcibly pulled back to its original position.

He swung the bone spikes backhand at the steel cable, but before the blade could even touch the outer metal, flames had already filled his entire field of vision.

With a deafening roar, the two pillars of fire met on the sand dune, and the raging fire wave completely engulfed Kimimaro.

The steel cable immediately loosened, and Scorpion used the force of the mechanism to retreat again, so as to avoid his puppet body being affected by the high temperature.

Flames licked the sand, and scorching heat waves rolled outwards.

The nearby sand grains were burned red, and some of the gravel even melted and hardened, forming a layer of dark brown, glassy hard shell.

A few breaths later, the fire subsided, and the billowing black smoke was torn apart by the wind.

Kimimaro squatted on the scorched sand, his arms crossed in front of him.

Layers of gray bone rise from the forearm and the back of the hand, interlocking to form a thick bone shield.

Compared to the stiff, flat gray bone sticks from the initial tests, his control over the mutated corpse bone veins has clearly improved considerably; at least he has regained the ability to shape and grow bones from various parts of the body.

The bone shield blocked the flames from the front, but the high temperature bursting at close range was not completely blocked.

Kimimaro's kimono was mostly reduced to ashes, with several obvious burns on his shoulders and sides, the charred flesh rolled outwards, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.

Before Scorpion could retract the mechanism in his palm, the burns had already begun to heal on their own.

The charred dead skin peeled off along the edge of the wound, and new flesh grew rapidly underneath to seal it.

In just a few breaths, the burns that were originally deep enough to expose the flesh were reduced to large patches of red marks that had not yet completely faded.

"You even have this level of regenerative ability? Orochimaru has certainly put a lot of effort into you."

He re-examined Kimimaro, his eyes growing increasingly fervent.

"I've changed my mind. It would be a waste to damage you too much."

"You dared to assassinate Lord Orochimaru? I thought you had some real skills."

Kimimaro straightened up, the two bone spurs in his hands hanging limply at his sides, and said indifferently, "Slow movements and weak attacks, do you even dare to presume to kill Lord Orochimaru?"

"Save those big words for hell, brat." Scorpion reached into his robes, pulled out a scroll, pinched the corner, and tore it outwards.

"This puppet was originally prepared for Orochimaru, but it wouldn't hurt to test it on you first."

With a muffled whoosh, white smoke exploded on the sand dune, only to be quickly dispersed by the oncoming hot wind.

A humanoid puppet hung silently in front of Scorpion.

He wore a dark blue robe, had short brown hair, and his cold and dignified face still carried the oppressive feeling left by his long-standing high position, even after many years.

The Third Kazekage, who once stood at the pinnacle of power in Sunagakure, has now become a puppet in Sasori's hands.

Even Dou, who had been calmly observing, couldn't help but push up his glasses after seeing the face clearly.

"The Third Kazekage —"

No wonder Sunagakure has been searching for so many years but still can't find the whereabouts of the Third Kazekage.

This person wasn't missing at all; he had already been killed by Sasori and turned into a puppet that could continue to use his bloodline limit from when he was alive.

Kabuto suppressed his surprise and immediately warned, "Kimimaro, be careful. The Third Kazekage was once known as the strongest Kazekage. He possessed Magnet Release and could manipulate high-density iron sand with magnetism, changing his form at any time."

"So what?" Kimimaro said without turning around, his expression calm. "Even the Fourth Kazekage died at the hands of Lord Orochimaru. What can a mere puppet of a dead man do? Whether it's the Kazekage or anyone else standing in my way, if they want to harm Lord Orochimaru, I will eliminate them with my own hands."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he charged toward the scorpion.

"madness."

Scorpion didn't even lift his eyelids, but gently hooked his right index finger.

The Third Kazekage's puppet's jaw opened, and a large amount of black iron sand poured out of its mouth, gathering into a heavy black cloud in mid-air. "Magnet Release: Iron Sand".

Kabuto stared intently at the iron sand churning in mid-air, and warned in surprise, "It actually retains the Third Kazekage's bloodline limit. Remember, don't let the iron sand get into your wounds. Given Sasori's style, every single grain is probably laced with poison."

"This scene is getting interesting."

On another sand dune, Deidara looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Come on, Sasori! Show some real skill. If you can't even handle this white-haired kid, that would be too embarrassing, hmm!"

"Shut your mouth if you don't want me to riddle you with bullets, Deidara."

Sasori's gaze was icy, and the chakra threads between his ten fingers tightened simultaneously.

"Iron Sand Rain!"

With a buzzing sound, the iron sand in mid-air suddenly contracted and condensed into countless tiny iron needles in the blink of an eye.

Each one was pressed extremely thin, its tip gleaming with a dark, cold light, and then it shot down at Kimimaro like a torrential rain.

Kimimaro did not retreat, but instead took a step forward into the midst of the pouring black rain.

"Dance of the Tang Pine"

Grayish-white bone spikes burst forth from his shoulders, elbows, and palms. Kimimaro lowered his center of gravity, rotating his shoulders, elbows, and hips simultaneously, creating a dense, impenetrable curtain of gray blades around him.

The clanging sounds mingled together, and sparks flew continuously from the iron needles and bone spurs.

White smoke immediately rose from the surface of the iron needle that first came into contact with the ashes, and the corrosion marks quickly spread inward. Iron sand continued to fall from behind, and the heavy force caused the sand beneath his feet to sink inch by inch.

The Iron Sand Rain, powerful enough to sift boulders, was actually blocked head-on by Kimimaro's Dance of the Tang Pine Trees.

"To seal off all the vital points of the body with bones?"

"I'll see how long you can hold out."

The scattered iron pellets in mid-air stopped shooting out and then rapidly converged towards the same spot.

Large slabs of iron sand pressed against each other, instantly coalescing into a massive, pitch-black triangular pyramid.

A heavy shadow pressed down from above, enveloping Kimimaro and the surrounding sand.

"Sand and iron knot attack!"

The pitch-black triangular cone crashed down with a deafening roar.

The entire dune trembled, and large swaths of yellow sand were thrown into the air and scattered in all directions.

The ground collapsed, creating a huge crater several meters deep in the center, and the billowing dust instantly obscured everyone's vision.

"it's over."

Scorpion stared coldly at the black triangular cone sunk to the bottom of the pit and said, "No matter how strong your bones are, they can't withstand the weight of Magnet Release. Just obediently become my collection."

"Tsk, is that all?"

Deidara pursed his lips and said regretfully, "Even if this kid were made of iron, he'd be flattened into a pancake by now, huh!"

But there was no worry on his face; instead, he wore a confident smile.

"That's not necessarily true, Lord Scorpion."

He gazed at the heavy triangular cone in the center of the battlefield and said unhurriedly, "If Lord Orochimaru's most valued vessel is only of this caliber, I wouldn't have bothered to bring you here."

As if in response to Dou's words, the pitch-black triangular cone suddenly trembled.

A series of creaking sounds came from the bottom of the pit. A crack quickly appeared on the surface of the tightly packed iron sand, and fine white smoke seeped out from the crack. The corrosion of the ash bones and the enormous force that pushed it outwards combined to create a second... a third crack, which in the blink of an eye covered most of the cone.

The next moment, dozens of thick, gray bone spikes pierced through the inside of the triangular pyramid one after another, forcefully turning the entire sand iron triangular pyramid into a hedgehog.

With a loud bang, the compressed iron sand completely collapsed, and the broken ashes fell to the ground.

Black dust mixed with yellow sand surged out from the bottom of the giant pit.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Kimimaro's figure reappeared in everyone's sight.

He knelt on one knee at the bottom of the pit, his kimono tattered, but gray bone spurs still firmly held up the remaining iron sand around him.

Just as the triangular cone struck, Kimimaro, relying on his Sharingan, saw the weakest point of chakra when the iron sand gathered, forcefully deflecting it from his vitals, and using the gray skeleton that grew from his entire body to support the weight of the falling object.

Even so, his right shoulder was still pierced by the sharp point of the iron shot, leaving a shocking bloody hole.

As the wound began to tighten, a strand of dark-colored, poisonous blood was squeezed out of the body by the newly formed tissue and dripped onto the sand.

Immediately afterwards, the new flesh quickly sealed it in, and in the blink of an eye, it had covered most of the penetrating wound.

Kimimaro propped himself up on his knees and looked up at the scorpion atop the sand dune.

"My bones exist to support Lord Orochimaru's ambitions."

"This kind of thing can't break me."

As he spoke, the Earth Curse Seal on Kimimaro's chest suddenly heated up.

The black lines spread outwards from the curse mark, quickly creeping across the neck and face—

"I will never fall here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chakra far greater than before erupted from Kimimaro's body.

The iron sand, which had not yet had time to re-condense after the triangular pyramid collapsed, was violently blasted apart by the impact of the violent chakra, shooting out in all directions along the pit wall.

The teasing look on Deidara's face finally disappeared.

He stared at the constantly shifting figure at the bottom of the pit, and said with slight surprise, "This aura—it seems that the white-haired brat is finally going to get serious, hmm!"

"So, we're finally going to have to use that state?" The look behind the glasses became excited.

The black lines of the cursed seal completely covered Kimimaro's entire body, and the dark gray quickly replaced his originally fair skin. The whites of his eyes were also swallowed by the blackness, leaving only his pair of three-tomoe Sharingan eyes that became even more scarlet and striking.

An even more obvious change appeared behind him.

Thick bone spikes pierced through the flesh one after another, pointing diagonally backward. A heavy, thick tail also extended from the end of the spine, its tip slamming into the sand and shattering the already loose pit floor.

Cursed Seal State Two: Fully Released.

Scorpion was taken aback.

It can even become stronger—what kind of monster did that stinky snake Orochimaru create?