Uchiha Gen had actually added no seasoning to the roasted snake meat this time. He had never considered doing this before, so he had not prepared any.
Orochimaru looked at Manda's lifeless body on the ground. A chunk of flesh was missing from his chest, but given Manda's enormous size, that little bit of meat was like the beef in Master Kong's instant noodles—at most, it amounted to a minor injury.
The truly fatal wound was at his vital point just below the head, where a massive bone spike had pierced straight through!
To minimize the damage the fight would cause to the Mask Storage Hall, Uchiha Gen and Bone Lord had unleashed their strongest attacks simultaneously without exchanging a word. With Manda completely unprepared and bewildered, they had killed him instantly.
Of course, even if Manda had been prepared, he would only have lasted a few more rounds, caused more damage, and had a little more time to curse Orochimaru.
With his original self right there, Bone Lord naturally had no need to worry about chakra consumption. He could go all out to his heart's content.
The only thing that left him a little frustrated was that, useful as Shikotsumyaku was, it had one drawback: using the technique really did a number on his clothes...
"Where are we going now?" Orochimaru asked.
Uchiha Gen considered the question. He had originally intended to settle things right there.
But looking at the traces of battle, the damaged ground, and the complete mess around them, he decided to find somewhere else. They could spare that little bit of time anyway.
"Just follow me," Uchiha Gen said, then suddenly added, "Oh, right. Remember to bring the real mask."
At those words, a glint flickered in Orochimaru's eyes. He flicked out his tongue, his