The Correct Way to Use Orochimaru

There are various proposals regarding the feasibility of transforming pupil power from simple energy output into physical construction, and regarding the different pathways for Chakra.

He studied each plan with all his might, but each plan ultimately failed.

Looking at the pile of ballpoint pens that he had used up nearly ten baskets of ink in, he sighed with utter despair.

"As expected, learning someone else's Dōjutsu is by no means an easy task..."

It's too difficult to tackle a topic of this level with just my own brain.

He mentally complained about his talent, which he had never been able to be called a "genius," then picked up a page of a failed manuscript that had been lying on the ground, stacked it neatly, and then casually closed the stone door of the secret chamber, walking straight into the depths of the chamber.

Deep within the secret chamber, a solitary lamp casts a dim, yellowish light onto the stone wall.

A pale-skinned, long-haired, and sinister figure sat at a wooden table piled high with documents, the tabletop almost invisible. He held a pen in his hand and was writing furiously on a blank page of research manuscript.

Kou walked naturally to Orochimaru's side and picked up the stack of manuscripts on the table that were covered with writing.

He glanced down at it; the handwriting was so neat it was almost obsessive, every symbol of the technique was extremely precise, and the logic was so clear that it could be printed in a book and used directly as a teaching material.

The above record is what Kou used his Mangekyō Sharingan to control Orochimaru, making him meticulously write down all the research and understanding about the soul, spiritual power, and the Sharingan that he had accumulated in his mind over the years.

Kou's gaze swept quickly across the neat lines of handwriting, and the Mitsudomoe in his eyes had appeared automatically without his noticing. He greedily absorbed the knowledge that Orochimaru had devoted his life to, knowledge that he had previously had very little access to.

After a long while, he put down the documents in his hand, rubbed his head which was slightly throbbing from absorbing too much information, and a complex expression appeared on his face, half surprise and half frustration.

"How can the difference between people be so vast?!"

Kou couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

Although he himself had never really considered Orochimaru a human being...

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, then raised his eyes to look at Mangekyō Sharingan, who was still at the desk, tirelessly pouring knowledge from his mind under the control of the Orochimaru, and sighed softly:

"Although it's a bit of a shame that Orochimaru can't do my research on ' Eternal World ', the knowledge he has in his head alone is enough to benefit me greatly."

With him around, everything is so much easier, whether it's researching forbidden techniques or gathering information about the Ninja World...

With the Snake Pack App, he could not only learn the profound knowledge that was originally locked in the Konoha Forbidden Technique Room, but also secretly cause trouble behind Obito without being exposed.

I have to say, this stinky snake is a treasure from head to toe!

He sighed inwardly, a sentiment only a transmigrator could understand, and then refocused his gaze on Orochimaru.

The Mitsudomoe in his eyes slowly rotated and connected, eventually transforming into those eerie Mangekyō Sharingan.

Kō stared directly into Orochimaru's Orochimaru snake eyes, which had lost all their luster after being controlled by Genjutsu, and commanded in a low voice:

Next, I'll ask questions, and you'll answer.

Answer all my questions in detail.

Under the powerful suppression of the Mangekyō Sharingan's ocular power, Orochimaru slowly and numbly nodded.

"Have you had any contact recently with Hokage Danzo, the Shimura Danzō's assistant in Konoha?"

He slowly ground Danzo's name out from between his teeth, each word carrying the murderous intent he had accumulated over the years and which had never faded.

Orochimaru's dull snake eyes seemed to light up briefly when he heard the name "Danzo".

He opened his mouth, his pale face devoid of any expression, and then slowly spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Three days after the Uchiha Clan Massacre, Danzo contacted me."

Upon hearing Orochimaru's words, a sharp glint flashed in Koko's eyes.

"I knew it!"

"That old bastard Danzo will definitely come after Orochimaru!!"

After all... that old geezer was still hoping that this stinky snake would install a resurrection coin on his arm!!

Kou could almost imagine Danzo as a machine that needed regular maintenance, running to one of Orochimaru's secret hideouts every now and then to have the snake install the Sharingan that had been dug out of the eye sockets of the massacred Uchiha.

Thinking of this, a chilling killing intent, almost impossible to suppress, surged in Kou's eyes.

Itachi, Danzo, those old fogies of Konoha, and that rotten orange Obito... one day, I'll settle the score with them!!

Kou Qiang suppressed the surging killing intent in his chest, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

He suppressed the surge of anger welling up inside him and refocused his attention on Orochimaru.

"What did Danzo tell you? What exactly happened in Konoha?!"

Orochimaru stared blankly at Kou.

Even though he was completely controlled by the Mangekyō Sharingan, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched extremely slightly on his pale face.

That smile had nothing to do with consciousness or circumstances; it was simply a pure, ingrained amusement at the absurdity of the world.

"When Danzo came before me, he was already critically injured and on the verge of death."

"... ha?"

The killing intent in Kou's eyes froze instantly upon hearing Orochimaru's words.

The Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes widened suddenly in that instant.

But before he could accept this shocking reality and voice his doubts, Orochimaru slowly continued:

"Danzo... on the night the Uchiha Clan was massacred, he led a dozen or so elite members of the Root and defected from Konoha."

The room was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.

Kou stood rooted to the spot, his Mangekyō Sharingan like never before.

After several breaths of silence, his mouth finally opened suddenly and uncontrollably:

"What did you say?!"

(One more chapter, let's give it our all!!)