Somewhere in the Land of Rice Fields, within a newly built village, Orochimaru stood in his dim laboratory, watching a ninja scream under the effects of his jutsu. Tadpole-like curse markings spread from the man's neck, rapidly covering his entire body.
"Very good. This attempt was a success." Excitement flashed in Orochimaru's eyes. The hand seal he held did not change as the tadpole-like markings swiftly spread, while the ninja's chakra became violent and immense, his strength rising without restraint in Orochimaru's perception.
"Roar!"
All of a sudden, the ninja let out a beast-like howl. His pupils dilated, and he completely lost his reason. His appearance began to change as well—black markings covered his body, his skin darkened, and his entire frame swelled by a size, making him look like a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.
The chains clattered violently before snapping under the immense force. Roaring, the ninja charged at Orochimaru and threw a punch, producing a loud bang in the air.
Orochimaru's lips curved upward as he said softly, "What an energetic test subject. But attacking one's master is not a good habit."
Before his words had even faded, the berserk ninja's eyes suddenly lost focus, as though he had suffered some tremendous blow. Clutching his stomach, he let out a miserable cry. A moment later, he collapsed to the ground with a bang, already unconscious.
The black curse markings on his body rapidly vanished, and his dark skin quickly returned to normal.
"Orochimaru-sama, are you all right?" asked a ninja with six arms standing nearby. However, there was not the slightest tension on his face; he asked only out of routine.
Orochimaru chuckled. "Kidomaru, do I look that fragile? All right, compile the data from this experiment and bring it to me. It seems the Cursed