The Power of the Demonic Blade; Orochimaru; A New Realm of Research-Digitizing Himself

Valley of the End.

The roaring waterfall cascaded downward like an eternal ribbon of white, crashing into the deep pool and sending mist flying into the sky.

On either bank, the massive, towering statues of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, and Madara Uchiha faced each other in silence.

As if their fated battle, which had decided the destiny of the Shinobi World, still continued.

And today, within this valley steeped in history, another trial beyond the ordinary was about to unfold.

Chiyo and Kaguya stood atop the heads of the two statues, facing each other from afar.

The fierce wind whipped Chiyo's dark Hokage robe, making it snap loudly.

In his hand, he gripped the Demonic Blade that had already transformed into "Void Black."

Before the blade had even left its sheath, the surrounding space began to distort slightly. Light seemed to be devoured, giving off an ominous and powerful aura.

Across from him, Kaguya wore an ancient white robe patterned with magatama. Her long silver-white hair flowed in the wind like moonlight.

Her pure Byakugan quietly watched Chiyo and the blade in his hand. Her gaze held curiosity, scrutiny, and a faint trace of solemnity that was difficult to detect.

She could clearly "see" just how chaotic and tyrannical the spatial power contained within that blade was.

"Kaguya."

"Use your killing moves directly. Don't deliberately hold back!"

Chiyo's voice pierced through the roar of the waterfall, arriving clearly.

"Be careful."

The moment his words fell, Chiyo's eyes sharpened, and his thumb pushed lightly against the guard.

Clang!

It was not the crisp ring of metal, but a deep, teeth-grinding hum that sounded as though space itself had been torn apart!

The instant the Demonic Blade left its sheath, the "Void Black" color of its blade seemed to come alive,