Orochimaru was no stranger to gouging out eyes.
Back when he had joined the Akatsuki, Pain had personally come to recruit him.
At the time, Orochimaru had suddenly struck as well, reaching straight for Deva Path Pain's eyes.
He had been blasted away by a Shinra Tensei.
"Give me your eyes."
Orochimaru chuckled darkly.
Shin merely snorted. Beneath his mask, a deep look of mockery surfaced.
He knew Orochimaru far too well.
Bang!
The Blunt Sword appeared and slashed viciously at Orochimaru's palm. Just as Orochimaru was about to touch the Mangekyō Sharingan, it forcibly severed his arm.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Yet Orochimaru clearly did not care about such a loss. His face was only filled with regret.
"What a pity. If my fingers had been just one centimeter longer, I would have succeeded. It seems that when choosing vessels in the future, I need to pay more attention to this." Orochimaru covered his severed arm and laughed lowly.
"Hmph. The only reason you managed to get close to me was because I allowed it, not because you're all that powerful."
Whoosh!
The ninja tools scattered across the ground immediately trembled and shot toward Orochimaru.
In an instant, they surrounded him from all sides.
"You have no absolute defensive technique. Before my ocular jutsu, you have no room to resist."
Shin looked at Orochimaru, brimming with confidence.
This way, Orochimaru would have no chance of escaping.
Countless ninja tools crashed toward Orochimaru.
Using his one remaining hand, Orochimaru smeared it with blood and immediately activated the Summoning Technique.
A massive cloud of smoke shot into the sky.
Manda appeared, covered in wounds, as though he had just endured a brutal battle.
The savage gashes across his body looked as though some terrifying creature had clawed him viciously.
The moment Manda