Orochimaru's Revival

Shiraishi Yoshijo walked up to Sasuke, crouched down, and let out a silent, cold laugh.

"I haven't even used any strength, and you're already down. Is this the power of the Uchiha? Hmph, forget it. It'd be embarrassing to say I was teaching a brat like you a lesson."

Shiraishi Yoshijo grabbed Sasuke and suddenly vanished.

When they reappeared, they were standing atop the head of the Shiraishi Yoshijo statue, Peach Country's landmark.

Casually tossing Sasuke aside, Shiraishi Yoshijo quietly gazed out over his country.

Sasuke had already understood the overwhelming gap between their powers. After getting back to his feet, he did not continue asking for trouble.

"What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? Heh, there are many things I want. Since you learned Ninjutsu from Orochimaru, you should know that guy's personality well enough. My personality is actually quite similar to his. Whenever I see something moving, I find it interesting. Sasuke, I think I've said this before—you and I are very alike. But the only thing we truly share is our experience."

"Ever since I was young, I lived under Danzo's shadow. I was a monster raised in Konoha's darkness. And ever since you were young, you lived under Itachi's shadow, relying on your hatred for him to reach this point."

"When I was your age, I started the Second Shinobi World War through my own power. To this day, my crimes are too numerous to count. But unfortunately, no one can punish me."

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Sasuke, the phenomena produced by matter are power. You saw my power just now. It's strong, isn't it?"

Sasuke's expression darkened. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm only telling you that tangible power has limits, while intangible power can transcend those limits.