Orochimaru frowned slightly, puzzled. What Bone Lord had just said made it clear that Genkyo knew about his ninjutsu abilities. Speaking of them so openly was, in a sense, an indirect acknowledgment of what he could do.
If they were that capable, they could hardly be unaware that he had coveted Sasuke, or of his reasons for treating Kimimaro. And as far as he could see, no other body could compare to those two.
And aside from those two—
Orochimaru pondered. If they meant that thing, it would just about qualify, though in his mind, it still could not compare to the Sharingan.
Watching Orochimaru, Bone Lord pressed a hand to his forehead. "Forget it. You should know what I'm talking about—the kind of cells you transplanted into Kimimaro. We can get you an entire body made of them. These things have very weak self-awareness. In short, they aren't too bright, so taking one over shouldn't cause any damage to your mind."
So it really was that. Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. "Very well. But—afterward, could you bring Sasuke to me? I can sweeten the deal."
"...
You won't want his body."
"Hm?" Orochimaru froze for a moment. He had anticipated either acceptance or refusal, and had hoped to glean some information from their response. He had never expected an answer like that.
"Why?"
"...If you don't believe me, you can try." Bone Lord had not been certain before, but judging by his earlier memories, this world possessed some capacity to "correct" itself. It was not particularly strong, but it had already established certain rules.
If things really reached that point, Bone Lord suspected that rather than Orochimaru successfully taking over Sasuke's body, Sasuke was far more likely to gain a sudden burst of power—or the Sage