Konoha's Mission Master

"...You made me who I am today!"

"..." Yakumo remained silent.

Is this the butterfly effect...?

"Yakumo-kun, would you be willing to explore the mysteries of chakra with me...?"

"I am willing to share with you the secret of immortality that I have discovered."

Orochimaru's expression became incredibly sincere and alluring.

At that moment, he was like a bewitching devil.

"Hahaha..." Yakumo laughed.

"In my memory, Lord Orochimaru... was never a generous person. You only found the weaknesses in your subordinates' minds, brainwashed them to make them extremely loyal to you, and used them as nourishment on your path to immortality after sacrificing a negligible amount of knowledge and power..."

"In my eyes, you are just afraid of death, afraid of the limits within yourself... a pathetic wretch whose very bones are filled with baseness and cowardice!"

Yakumo is verbally provoking Orochimaru.

Orochimaru was not angered by Yakumo's sarcasm; his eyes remained calm as he spoke with utmost seriousness.

“Yakumo-kun, you are different from them. If immortality is described as a path, this path has no place for those with mediocre talent. But you are different. Your talent is as brilliant as the sun... I have never seen anything like it in my life. Compared to your talent, I even feel as insignificant as an insect!”

Orochimaru's tone remained calm, but Yakumo sensed a hint of sincerity in it.

He could even sense that Orochimaru wasn't lying.

"Partner...?"

Yakumo found it hard to believe.

Orochimaru sees Yakumo as his best partner. At this point, he has realized his limits and needs a powerful ally to help him break through them.

"Yakumo-kun, compared to the vast ninja world, people are dying in all sorts of ways every moment. They are all destined to die anyway... What's wrong with exchanging their fate for our immortality?"

"I think that's impossible..."

Orochimaru was not discouraged and continued to speak.

Why bother about the lives and deaths of ordinary people...

"I will not agree to that."

Yakumo shook his head and refused.

"That's such a pity..."

Orochimaru's face showed disappointment, as if he was genuinely saddened by Yakumo's rejection.

"It's alright, one day... we will stand side by side."

"I don't think so... Justice will not succumb to evil."

"Hahaha... justice... hahahaha."

Orochimaru unconsciously licked his cheek with his long tongue, as if he had become extremely excited because of Yakumo's words, his yellow vertical pupils filled with mockery.

"Your smile is disgusting."

Yakumo shook his head and sighed.

"Hahaha... Yakumo-kun..."

Orochimaru continued his maniacal laughter.

"One day you will know the truth about the world, and then you will understand that the so-called good and evil are nothing more than the writing of the victors!"

"is it?"

Yakumo stepped closer to Orochimaru, who was sitting in the chair, a look of interest on his face.

Do you want to know the truth about this world?

Orochimaru smiled and continued to coax him gently.

"certainly…"

Yakumo continued to walk, gradually closing the distance to within three meters of Orochimaru.

“We are merely users of chakra… not its masters.”

Orochimaru continued speaking.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

Golden light, the entire field of vision was filled with only golden light!

"Instant Light!"

Without any warning, Yakumo made his move, crossing the three-meter distance almost instantly, his surging golden arc of electricity shattering the tent and shooting straight into the sky.

At this moment, the immortal mark on his forehead had already appeared.

At this moment, the blade of the Demon-Subduing Sword was burning with golden flames.

The blade slashed through the air and struck Orochimaru's body almost instantly.

The light armor on his body was almost instantly severed, revealing pale skin devoid of any color. The blade gradually cut through the skin, but a sense of resistance gradually emerged.

It felt like cutting cowhide with a dull knife…

Yakumo stared intently and discovered that Orochimaru's skin was actually composed of countless tiny white scales. Although it looked like skin, it was as hard as steel.

No blood flowed from the skin cut by the blade, but Orochimaru's eyes still held a trace of terror. He immediately reacted, channeling his crimson chakra closer to the blade.

The next second, his body was completely cut open.

Yakumo immediately turned around, and countless sword energies surged towards his severed body.

The two severed parts of the body fell to the ground.

However, Orochimaru's momentum did not weaken, and his two body segments rapidly changed... to Yakumo's astonishment, they transformed into two intact white snakes.

The two white snakes slithered swiftly across the ground, dodging the attacks of the surrounding blade energy, and began to merge into a larger white snake.

The white snake began to grow rapidly, its translucent white scales expanding like a giant disc, while its head began to separate, gradually forming five enormous snake heads.

The giant serpent's spine had a wood-like texture, while its tail had a blood-red bone sword, exuding an evil aura.

It resembles the Yagi no Yamata technique from Yakumo's memories.

However, there are also fundamental differences...

For example, it now only has five heads, but the pressure it exudes has already surpassed the level in the original work.

A vibrant purity mingled with a decadent, eerie crimson.

A stench mixed with the fragrance of flowers wafted towards me, but as time passed, the floral scent gradually dissipated, and Yakumo could only smell the fishy odor unique to reptiles.

The enormous snake's body burst through the tent.

Yakumo intended to continue his attack, but... he suddenly realized that he was surrounded by Konoha ninja who had heard the commotion.

Many seriously injured patients lay in the medical department not far away.

If the two were to engage in a major battle, all those around them would undoubtedly perish.

Yakumo sheathed his weapon.

The giant white snake gradually shrank, eventually transforming into the form of Orochimaru.

The two locked eyes.

Orochimaru smiled.

"Yakumo, you belong to me!"

Orochimaru did not seem to be angered by Yakumo's attack.

He always had great patience with geniuses.

This is a process of gradual conquest, and also a mutual appreciation between geniuses.

Orochimaru... left without looking back.

It was as if he was not injured.

But Yakumo clearly split his body in two.

That realistic feeling of slashing, you can't go wrong.

"Can he... still be considered a human being?"

perhaps,

Orochimaru's last vestige of humanity was his refrain from attacking the surrounding Konoha ninjas.

"Everyone return to your posts and be on alert."

Yakumo rushed towards the Iwagakure military camp.

At the moment of the collision, Onoki had already set off.

Onoki and Yakumo met on the way. In fact, Onoki was planning to check on the changes that had occurred in the Konoha military camp.

"what happened?"

Onoki asked, but with his eyesight, he only saw a fleeting white giant snake and a golden pillar of light shooting into the sky.

"Nothing much... Regarding the peace treaty and reparations, a delegation will be sent to Konoha for negotiations within a few days of the ceasefire. Konoha will withdraw its troops tomorrow... If Iwagakure takes another step forward... I will not hold back."

Yakumo brushed off Ōnoki, his words laced with threat.

"it is good…"

Ōnoki turned and flew away.

Since Yakumo appeared here unharmed.

Therefore... Iwagakure no longer has the right to continue the war.

That night, the Konoha military camp was filled with unease.

Yakumo dispatched a summoning beast to report the day's events to the Fourth Hokage, Hatake Sakumo, and also informed Jiraiya and Tsunade that Orochimaru had colluded with an unknown evil god and chosen to leave. Tsunade would definitely regret giving that strand of alien chakra to Orochimaru in the first place…

Perhaps... Orochimaru will not return to Konoha after this departure.