The door and walls shattered with a crash. Orochimaru was sent flying and landed more than ten meters away.
"Stand down! He's more than you can handle!"
Nagato barked at the shinobi outside who had tried to rush in and help. If Orochimaru was really their target, even he might not be able to get involved, let alone ordinary shinobi.
Nagato was beginning to understand how Rasa felt about his own dogs. Losing even one hurt.
Rasa stepped forward, examining the damage Nagato's attack had caused. Aside from the walls, the ground hadn't been torn up much. Its destructive power was worlds apart from the Nagato who appeared at the start of the story.
At least fifteen years separated the two. For Nagato to have developed Shinra Tensei at this point was already quite impressive. It was more than enough against ordinary Chunin and Jonin.
As if he had no bones, Orochimaru twisted his body into a shape beyond the limits of human imagination, then crawled to his feet and dusted himself off.
He licked his cheek with his tongue, greed in his eyes as he looked at Nagato. "A few years have passed, and you've already developed an ability unique to the Rinnegan?
"Surely that's not all it can do. If the Sage of Six Paths' eyes are only capable of this, that would be a huge disappointment."
The Shinobi World loved to boast about the three great dojutsu: the Sharingan, Byakugan, and Rinnegan. But Orochimaru had studied the Sharingan in depth, and as one of the Third Hokage's students, he knew a little about Madara Uchiha's Sharingan.
The Byakugan's only advantages were its reliable awakening rate and higher starting point. The potential the Sharingan had shown was clearly far greater than the Byakugan's. (Don't bring up the Tenseigan;