Combat Power Detector, One-Punch Jiraiya

Jiraiya gave an affirmative response, and Orochimaru immediately received a notification.

"You participated in Reincarnator 002's Novice Mission, and you will receive half of the Reward Points from the mission."

After confirming the mission, Orochimaru's heart became joyful.

This mission was practically giving away Reward Points. Tsunade was even easier to handle than that idiot Jiraiya.

Hemophobia!

Obsession with his deceased lover and brother!

The bad luck aura that made him lose every gamble!

With any one of these three points, he could achieve his goal.

"No..."

Orochimaru shook his head, feeling his consciousness was a bit fuzzy. His snake pupils narrowed slightly. "I haven't rested for three consecutive days, I'm not very clear-headed."

The Reward Points he had obtained from previous missions had all been used to exchange for scrolls of branches of Scientific Ninjutsu.

It had to be said, the sea of learning is boundless. The more he understood, the less Orochimaru felt he knew.

Zeno once said: A person's knowledge is like a circle. What's inside the circle is known, and what's outside is unknown. The more you know, the larger the circle becomes, and the more you feel you don't know.

Orochimaru had now reached the realm of the "large circle."

Controlling cutting-edge core technology was, to Orochimaru, equivalent to a child getting Fu Lu (gourd), Batman catching the Joker, Steve Rogers getting Bucky, Dragon Mom succeeding in restoring her kingdom, Voldemort ruling the Magical World...

Not sleeping for three days was a small matter. If his body was ruined, he could just use Living Corpse Reincarnation to get a new one.

After delving into Scientific Ninjutsu, Orochimaru had improved many of his past ninjutsu, and the side effects of Living Corpse Reincarnation had been significantly reduced.

In his current view, Reward Points were equivalent to research materials.

Therefore, this time, Orochimaru would not allow even the slightest mistake.

With this thought, he beckoned.

The servants in the mansion immediately understood and brought him the necessary equipment at the fastest speed.

The smooth ironwood table had nothing on it, except for a seal inscribed on it that formed an air domain ten meters in diameter after being infused with Chakra.

Orochimaru waved his hand casually, and several transparent solids that looked like ice but remained at room temperature appeared on the table. With a gentle pat, these solids turned into powder.

"What is this?" Jiraiya was textbook-level confused.

"A byproduct of chemical research."

Orochimaru formed hand seals expressionlessly, gathering his chakra, his pale, slender hands trembling slightly:

"Wind Style: Gale Force!"

A strong wind swept out, kicking up dust everywhere.

In an instant, the maids who inhaled the medicine powder all flushed, their eyes becoming languid, and even their natural fear of Orochimaru seemed to have faded considerably.

Some of them, not afraid of death, even ran up to Orochimaru and started talking about their maiden's thoughts.

They praised Lord Cold Lord's strength, ruthlessness, dominance, and majesty.

They clumsily expressed their inner admiration and excitement.

They were standing on the edge of a knife, dancing a close dance with the Grim Reaper.

"Cough, cough, cough... What the hell is this, I'm choking to death!"

Jiraiya coughed twice, complaining, then found his spirit rapidly soaring, his control over chakra seemingly improving by two levels.

He suddenly felt very happy—though he had no reason for it.

"What is this thing? I feel like Tsunade would really like it. Maybe if you give her some, she'll agree directly..."

An exaggerated smile appeared on Jiraiya's face, and his speech became more verbose, like a drunkard, his words mumbled: "If you had given me this thing before, I would have willingly become a Reincarnator, and I wouldn't have had to take that beating! My hair... my handsome face! Ugh... I don't blame you, our bond... even if you killed me, I wouldn't complain, it's just that..."

The latter part of his words became as faint as a mosquito's hum, inaudible to a normal person's ears.

However, Orochimaru seemed to understand his meaning, and a terrifying smile appeared on his stern face. He even patiently explained, "This was made in the last few days. I mainly use it to stay alert. But it also makes people emotionally unstable, so I can't be sure of Tsunade's reaction after using it, and thus it can't be used in missions."

"Also, you don't need to be sad about your hairstyle."

Orochimaru looked at him with a half-smile, his tone lingering, "I saw a very interesting ability on the Main God's Exchange List."

"After exchanging for that ability, as long as you do a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups, and run ten kilometers every day for three years, you will possess unparalleled attack power, defense, and speed."

"The only side effect of this ability is that you will become bald. However, if you exchange for it, you don't have to worry about its side effects."

Jiraiya was stunned for a moment, then thought seriously for a long time, and suddenly felt...

What Orochimaru said made so much damn sense!

Since the side effect of the ability was baldness, and he was already bald, wouldn't exchanging for this ability be a huge profit?

"When I have enough Reward Points, I will definitely exchange for the ability you mentioned! I, Sage of the Toads, keep my word!"

Towards the few girls who had foolishly come closer, Orochimaru didn't swat them away in annoyance, but instead, with a smile, knocked them out one by one.

"No wonder I felt something was strange before. The mission really wasn't that simple."

Orochimaru pushed up the monocle on his nose and muttered, "Hemophobia and gambling addiction are Tsunade's personality flaws, and also hidden traps in this mission. If we approach from these two aspects, Tsunade will most likely refuse the invitation to become a Reincarnator at the last moment, directly leading to mission failure."

He touched his bald head and chuckled twice.

His focus was clearly not on the mission, and his thoughts had clearly wandered. "What is that on your face?"

It was a red, semi-transparent monocle.

"Combat Power Detector. The Main God's Exchange List is vast, containing many things. Just their names and appearances can give me great inspiration."

Orochimaru seemed to have high resistance to the drug's effects. His expression had already returned to normal, though the mental effects still lingered.

He looked at Jiraiya and said something incomprehensible.

"Three Stages of Scholarly Power. It's similar to my previous combat power. However, I have now become a One-Star Scholar. Although the conversion of scientific reserves is not significant, it is enough to defeat two of you simultaneously."

Jiraiya went mad from the drug again, happy as a Two Hundred Jin Child.

"Hehehe... No matter! Today, we will rebuild the Legendary Sannin Team!"

"Agreed. Before that, we need to formulate a strategic plan."

Year 60 of Konoha, March.

Hokage's Office.

"Excluding those who were sent back to the Ninja Academy to retake their studies and those who dropped out... there are only 27 qualified graduates this term, which will likely be divided into 9 teams..."

"A shortage of personnel, a gap between generations..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi scratched his head, took a contented puff of his pipe, and frowned.

Squad Leader Teachers for the graduating ninjas...

Which nine people should he choose?

"Hinata Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame. These three can be in the same team, let Kurenai Yuhi lead them."

"Shikamaru Nara, Ino Yamanaka, Choji Akimichi. The famous Ino-Shika-Cho combination, they cannot be separated. It just so happens that that brat is always slacking off. Letting him be a Squad Leader Teacher is a good job, and it can also deepen ties with the Nara, Yamanaka, and Akimichi clans, helping him expand his connections."

Hiruzen Sarutobi was preparing to abuse his power for personal gain, arranging a good position for his son, Asuma Sarutobi.

But as soon as this thought arose, he immediately rejected it.

"The graduating ninjas are the future of Konoha. I can't let that brat pass on his bad habits and style to the next generation!"

"Let me think again..."

The Third Hokage rubbed his throbbing temples and finally made a decision. "Let Kakashi Hatake lead the Ino-Shika-Cho team! The death of White Fang, Leaf owes the Hatake family a lot."

Out of a total of nine graduating classes, the Third Hokage assigned them one by one, and finally, three students were left.

Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno.

"The Jonin in charge of leading them is Wang Yan!"

"He was promoted not long ago, but his Strength is not bad, and he can bear this responsibility."

The Third Hokage had no idea that his thoughts had been subtly altered by someone.