boyutpedia Chapter 89 Orochimaru!
Chapter 89 Orochimaru!
Chapter 89 Orochimaru!
Of course, this is just one possibility.
He stood in the shadows of the forest, his mind racing, and he was prepared not to find Orochimaru.
While the power of the cursed seal was tempting, it was not indispensable to him.
Moreover, a knowing smile appeared on Gen Takuno's lips; he had a clear understanding of Orochimaru's future destiny.
Even though Orochimaru's arrival stirred up the river of fate in the Land of Rice Fields, his final choice would hardly change.
The Land of Fields was not a product of a last-minute lottery, but rather a carefully chosen lair by the snake after weighing the pros and cons.
Unless the conditions there change drastically, or a more perfect safe haven suddenly appears, Orochimaru's escape route will eventually converge on that land.
But this time, will Orochimaru betray Akatsuki and flee in disgrace, just like in our memories, because he covets Itachi Uchiha's Sharingan?
This is an ironic memory.
Orochimaru's betrayal of Akatsuki was directly triggered by his crushing defeat in front of Itachi, a defeat that almost became a laughing stock.
Of course, the deeper driving force behind this is the irreconcilable conflict of ambitions between them.
The Akatsuki's goals were worlds apart from Orochimaru's obsessive pursuit of immortality and ultimate ninjutsu.
Loyalty? Don't be ridiculous.
For someone like Orochimaru, betrayal is an inevitable fate; the only difference is the timing.
Yuan Tuoye shook his head slightly, shaking off these distracting thoughts.
Orochimaru — Itachi Uchiha —
Yuan Tuoye silently recited the two names, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
Suddenly, a detail struck him like lightning.
In the established lore, Uchiha Ryu awakened his Sharingan at the age of eight.
That happened almost two years after Orochimaru defected from Konoha!
But how did Orochimaru manage to sneak back into the heavily guarded Konoha after that and witness Itachi's training?
A hint of confusion flashed in Yuan Tuoye's eyes—perhaps Itachi's Sharingan had already been awakened during the bloody battles of the Third Shinobi World War?
Or perhaps it was just an oversight by the artist?
Unable to understand, Yuan Tuoye stopped delving into the details and took a deep breath.
He instantly established a sensory connection with his scattered shadow clones, and activated Kagura's Mind's Eye at full power!
This was the final trap he had set. If even this couldn't detect Orochimaru's presence, then it was simply the will of Heaven.
boom!
The fragments of information transmitted by the shadow clone suddenly exploded!
found it!
A slight smile silently curved the corners of Yuan Tuono's mouth behind the mask.
Inside Orochimaru's research base.
The strong smell of blood and pungent disinfectant almost froze the air.
Under the stark white light, the metal instruments gleamed with a cold luster.
Orochimaru was busy at the long experimental table, his long, slender fingers covered in scarlet slime working with the precision of an artist.
His face held an almost manic focus and rapture that transcended worldly concerns.
"It really is you, Orochimaru." A cold voice suddenly rang out in the empty laboratory.
Minato Namikaze appeared in the shadows at the entrance.
Deep within his azure eyes lay a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze everything, fixed intently on the figure bustling about like a ghost under the lights.
He saw—a scene of purgatory that should never have appeared in Konoha.
"Heh, Fourth Hokage? The moment the barrier was torn apart, I knew a distinguished guest had arrived." Orochimaru slowly straightened up, his face showing no surprise or fear, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
He slowly turned around to face Minato Namikaze, his unusually red tongue, far longer than ordinary, leisurely licking the bloodstains on his cheek, leaving a wet, cold sheen.
"Why?!" Minato Namikaze's voice suppressed rage as he took a step forward, his question like a drawn blade, "Why did you go to such lengths? As one of the Legendary Sannin—"
His eyes were filled with incomprehension.
"Why?" Orochimaru tilted his head, as if pondering a very interesting question, his golden snake eyes flashing with an eerie light.
"Minato, life—how fragile and insignificant it is. When its brief flame burns out, how much of the ultimate truth of this world can we glimpse in our entire lives? Only an immortal life can truly explore the truth of all things!" His voice carried an almost devout fervor.
"Impossible! You would do such a heinous thing for this illusory immortality?" Minato Namikaze couldn't understand; this theory was utterly absurd.
"Impossible? Hehehe—" Orochimaru chuckled, his laughter echoing between the cold walls, carrying a chilling mockery.
"Nothing is impossible! Minato, you've made a pact with the Spirit Realm of Mount Myōboku, you should know—just how ancient is that toad known as the 'Sage'? Beyond the comprehension of mortals, right?"
"The Great Toad Sage is a true sage!" Minato Namikaze tried to refute.
"A sage?" Orochimaru's sneer became even sharper, his eyes suddenly turning piercing.
"Don't let their names blind you! Aren't they originally just ordinary lives struggling in the dust? Since even those slippery toads can enter the halls of immortality—"
He opened his arms as if embracing that illusory eternity, "Then why can't I, Orochimaru! Why can't I?!"
The voice suddenly rose to a roar, revealing an undeniable determination and madness!
Minato Namikaze fell silent, and the last glimmer of hope for salvaging the situation was extinguished deep within his deep, azure eyes.
The Orochimaru before him was completely lost in his own fantasy, and any words seemed inadequate to express his feelings.
He slowly raised his right hand, his slender fingers silently gripping the kunai tucked diagonally behind his waist—the uniquely shaped Flying Thunder God kunai!
A chilling killing intent quietly permeated the air.
"Oh? You've finally made up your mind?" Orochimaru keenly sensed the dramatic change in the other's aura, his tongue dangerously licking the corner of his mouth again, while his golden vertical pupils held a sly smile.
"I don't want to fight the legendary man who will be remembered throughout the Third Shinobi World War and write the history of the Yellow Flash in this small territory. But, Minato—" He deliberately dragged out his words.
Minato Namikaze's figure was abruptly halted by the unfinished sentence, his eyes coldly locked on his opponent, but he did not immediately launch a thunderous attack.
Orochimaru was quite pleased with the effect, and a muffled, pleasurable sound came from his throat. "Let me remind you of an interesting little episode—"
"That ninja on the testing table—he's still alive, though I can't guarantee he'll stay alive any longer."
Orochimaru's voice was like a viper's hiss, cold and cruel.
"Minato, tell me, will you choose to relentlessly pursue your prey, wasting every precious second of this ninja's life, or—choose to send that poor fellow villager to continue the flame of life?"
A cruel, twisted smile spread across his face, his eyes filled with mockery. "Come on! Make your choice, Fourth Hokage!"
Accompanied by his signature, chilling laughter, Orochimaru's figure, like ice melting under bright light, finally vanished completely from the spot.
Only that echoing mockery lingered in the cold, empty laboratory, like countless tiny venomous snakes slithering into one's ear.
Minato Namikaze immediately looked at the test bench.
It was that ninja who was kidnapped by Orochimaru!
He instantly understood Orochimaru's entire scheme. Kakashi must have been discovered from the very beginning; he was only left here to lure him into this meticulously crafted "choice" trap.
Minato Namikaze's breathing became heavy, but there was no struggle in his eyes, only determination.
His movements were swift and precise as he carefully lifted the ninja, whose injuries were extremely severe and whose life force was almost gone.
The next second, the Flying Thunder God Technique was activated!
The laboratory fell silent once more, leaving only the thick, unyielding stench of blood and the lingering echoes of that cruel choice between life and belief.
Rescue? Or pursuit?
On Minato Namikaze's scales, this was never a multiple-choice question, but a single-choice question with only one option.
A comrade's life is of paramount importance! As for Orochimaru—his day of reckoning will come!
Takuno was completely unaware of the life-or-death confrontation that took place in Orochimaru's laboratory.
The only thing he was certain of was that the shadow clone's sensory tentacles, like vibrations in a spider web, clearly captured that familiar yet chilling aura—Orochimaru!
As expected, Orochimaru did not immediately flee!
Yuan Tuoye's lips curled into a cold, hunter-like smile as he locked onto his prey. His figure beneath the mask transformed into a gust of wind, shooting precisely towards the perceived location.
Outside Konoha Village, on the edge of a cliff with an extremely wide view.
The wind howled, causing Orochimaru's damp, long hair and wide robes to flutter violently.
He stood alone, gazing at the vast and familiar ninja village below the cliff.
Finally, my gaze settled on the Hokage Rock in the distance.
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Four enormous faces, clearly visible.
Once upon a time, the very back seat on that stone was a throne he considered his for the taking.
However, this unrealistic ambition was shattered when Minato Namikaze ascended to that position.
Orochimaru felt nothing but a cold, mocking laugh.
Since Konoha rejected him, they handed over the throne to the so-called "Sun".
Therefore, Orochimaru completely lost interest in wasting his energy on a false and empty name.
Naruto? Ha! Just a cage bound by countless rules.
His gaze shifted from the cold rock statue to a grander ideal within his heart: the eternal, ultimate truth that transcends life and death!
That was the ultimate ideal that he was willing to dedicate his entire life to pursuing!
A footstep sounded unexpectedly behind Orochimaru, interrupting the wind on the cliff top and the snake's contemplation. "What a pity, it's not Minato Namikaze who's here." Orochimaru slowly turned around, his golden snake eyes locking onto the figure wearing a fox mask.