Obito, standing in the arena, did not understand where this dangerous aura had come from, but Orochimaru was all too familiar with it. That scalp-numbing, spine-chilling sensation could not be mistaken. It was the Shinigami.
But why had the Shinigami appeared here? Could Moriyue have used the Reaper Death Seal on Obito? It did not seem so. Moriyue had not formed the hand seals for the Reaper Death Seal at all. It seemed he had summoned the Shinigami through some other method.
And judging by the situation, Moriyue's method of summoning the Shinigami was likely connected to that densely packed mass of Sharingan.
"Summoning the Shinigami... through sacrifice, perhaps..."
Orochimaru showed no particular disgust toward the forbidden technique that had cost him both hands and nearly killed him. On the contrary, he held a keen interest in such dangerous, deadly forbidden arts.
The closer he came to death, the more vividly he could feel that he was still alive. That pleasure of hovering between life and death was something outsiders could hardly understand.
"If it is a sacrifice, then there is plenty of room to work with. But without a connection through the Reaper Death Seal, how could the Shinigami lock onto him...?"
Orochimaru was, after all, a scientist. His sensitivity in such matters far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he immediately thought of things most would never notice. Then he suddenly slapped his forehead, as though he had reached a rather unpleasant conclusion.
"Could it be..."
He tested the feasibility of his guess on Moriyue, and the conclusion was that the man would dare to do anything—and that it might very well affect him too. He hoisted Yugito Nii onto his back and ran into the distance without looking back.
As he ran, he cursed Moriyue for being