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Chapter 2: New Orochimaru
🕑 Added 2023-07-18 03:24:23 +0000 UTCIn front of the Hokage Memorial Monument, a young figure dressed in white clothes and black hair stood silently. Today was the day Takeshi graduated from the ninja school. He had become a ninja as the top-ranked genius. Amidst the envy and jealousy of his classmates, he proudly fastened Konoha's forehead protector with the approval and encouragement of his teacher, savoring every moment. Being a genius was an honor, and in his heart, Takeshi swore to fight for the village and become a hero acknowledged by all.
However, life could be a cruel joke. As soon as he stepped out of the school, someone informed him that his parents had sacrificed themselves on a mission. The ninjas tried to console him, assuring that the village would take care of him, but Orochimaru didn't listen.
At the age of six, Takeshi experienced the harshness of the ninja world for the first time. He didn't shed tears; instead, he stood motionless like a cold-blooded animal. Was life really so fragile? Were Chunin's parents just insignificant cannon fodder?
In front of the memorial tablet, a lifeless white snake corpse lay. Takeshi picked up the white snake and remained silent.
What was the meaning of life? Maybe it was meaningless to live... Takeshi's body stiffened, his eyes growing emptier, his breath turning lifeless, and the flame of his soul flickering, as if about to extinguish.
Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a heavy atmosphere descended. The whole world seemed to pause for a second, and a blood-red lightning flashed silently, merging into Takeshi's young body.
The entire forest witnessed a flock of panicked birds flying away in haste, and a vague wave of spiritual energy swept across Konoha. The villagers seemed momentarily entranced, while a few strong individuals were left in shock.
In a dark room, Kagura Uchiha put down her teacup and muttered to herself, "Is this a manifestation of a bloodline limit? I wonder which clan it belongs to..."
In a shadowy place, a man with a gloomy expression and a scar on his chin commanded his subordinates, "Go out and investigate what happened in the village!"
"Yes, Danzo-sama."
Inside one of the most magnificent and splendid buildings in the Thousand Hands Clan, Mito, with a dignified appearance and tired eyes, remained silent.
On the Hokage Rock, the handsome second-generation Hokage, Senju Tobima, dressed in white armor, looked down upon the entire village, his thoughts dwelling on the monument of consolation.
"Whose child is that in white?"
"Lord Hokage, that is Orochimaru, this year's talented student who tragically lost his parents."
An Anbu member immediately spoke up from behind. The situation was chaotic, with constant conflicts among the various villages. Shortly after "defeating" Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama succumbed to severe injuries. Konoha's strength had greatly diminished. Iwakura Village and Yunyin, long oppressed, were eager for change and wanted a redistribution of power. Suna lacked resources, and although weak in strength, peace was not guaranteed in the event of war. Only Wuyin remained in civil strife, isolated overseas, with no immediate concerns.
During this time, most genin graduated at the age of six, subjected to rigorous and brutal training. Their foremost priority was learning how to kill the enemy. To withstand the tremendous pressure from the outside world, the second-generation Hokage governed the village and its ninjas with an iron fist. Among them, Orochimaru stood out as a genius.
"Tomorrow, when the Genin choose their instructors, let Sarubi teach that child."
The recent changes in the village had affected the tranquility of many families. Big Brother Bijin and that man had perished, Konoha's dynamic duo was no more, and the burdens that weighed on everyone's shoulders had been lifted. Many things had changed. Some of his students had been acting peculiar lately, and it was time to train some useful newcomers. The Uchiha needed to be disciplined, and anyone with ulterior motives could not be tolerated!
At that moment, the young figure in white suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings, his innocent face growing even cuter.
In those ten minutes of ignorance, Takeshi already discerned the approximate timeline of these background characters.
"I am Orochimaru, a six-year-old genius of Konoha. Both of my parents have passed away. In the future, I will undoubtedly become the strongest in the Naruto world, unravel the secrets of the universe, liberate my soul, and realize the value and meaning of my existence!"
The determination on the young boy's face was unwavering, his expression calm, his fists clenched tightly, as if a radiant halo appeared behind him...
But in the next second, Takeshi's expression faltered. "Hey, why have I become an orphan? This must be an unbreakable transmigration curse. Parents sacrificing themselves, boundless mana..."
Takeshi felt a tinge of sadness. This was the result of merging with Orochimaru's soul. He gained Orochimaru's memories, abilities, and this powerful body, but some thoughts and traits would inevitably undergo slight changes. From now on, Orochimaru would be Takeshi, and Takeshi would be Orochimaru.
However, Takeshi didn't dwell on that question. He was content with his new life. He was still that stubborn little face. Could a man who had witnessed the finale come to a tragic end? Itachi, my foolish apprentice Sasuke, I, Takeshi, will make you understand the cruelty of the world! Immortal Six Paths, I, Takeshi, on behalf of Orochimaru, declare that I shall no longer remain a bystander in the finale.
After uttering these words, Takeshi felt a coolness in his mind. The blood-red brilliance, invisible to others, surged from his body like a flame, and then vanished quietly. Takeshi sensed that his spiritual power had become as strong as essence. Closing his eyes and concentrating, a ripple of spiritual turbulence spread through the void, turning everything into a black-and-white three-dimensional model, with people appearing as soul light clusters. Those wearing ninja vests radiated stronger energy than ordinary individuals. After all, Chakra was the fusion of physical energy and spiritual power, making bodies and souls proportionally stronger.
"Huh? Those are Anbu ninjas!" Takeshi sensed two motionless ninjas lying on a tree fifty meters behind him, observing him.
Unfazed, Takeshi continued standing there as if nothing had happened, intensifying the output of his mental power. He carefully observed the two Anbu operatives, their masks resembling curious animals. Despite the masks, Takeshi could still perceive their ordinary faces.
"Who's there!" The two Anbu suddenly erupted, flames enveloping their unsheathed swords as they scanned the surroundings vigilantly. They felt someone had used a ninjutsu to lock onto them, as if they had been instantly exposed. They searched in shock, finding nothing. As members of the Anbu investigation team, despite being Chunin-ranked, their concealment skills were on par with Jonin. Encountering such an event within Konoha was disconcerting.
"No, they sensed my excessive force just now!" Takeshi silently slipped away. His spiritual power was remarkably strong, more than ten times that of an average person. It seemed that his encounter with the light cluster had been fortuitous. It granted him this extraordinary power, for he was almost certain that an evil presence had summoned him to this plane. Yet, with his wisdom and martial skill, he had broken free from the chains. Similarly, the golden fingers of the system were impossible. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but wonder about the peculiar red glow.
Contemplating this, a trace of hostility flickered in Takeshi's eyes. "You killed me, but here I am, alive. For whatever reason, I will uncover your identity and hunt you down."
Takeshi's dark golden pupils emitted a cold-blooded and fierce light.
"I will end you!"
