Several years ago, the scene in the Forest of Death during the Chunin Exams had haunted her to this day—the helpless despair was impossible to shake.
Even though her strength had now surpassed Orochimaru's from back then, the fear brought by the Cursed Seal Technique's sinister chakra was still carved into her bones.
"Orochimaru?"
The surging chakra within him nearly intoxicated Yukimura with a false sense of power.
Fortunately, this was not his first time unsealing it. He was fairly accustomed to the state of being eroded by senjutsu chakra, where even his will became somewhat warped.
"I have nothing to do with the person you mentioned."
"If it wasn't Orochimaru, then where did your cursed seal come from?"
Yukimura answered unhurriedly:
"There are only a few people in the Shinobi World who can create something like a cursed seal. With your experience, surely you can figure it out?"
Several years ago, although Mizuki rarely revealed his cursed seal, there had still been a few people who had seen it.
Even if that information had been passed down to the next generation of shinobi, given Sakura Haruno's current status, she would have heard something about it one way or another.
The Cursed Seal Technique was no commonplace ninjutsu. Those who could survive the erosion of senjutsu chakra after receiving a cursed seal were all exceptionally gifted, while those who mastered the technique were even more brilliant talents. Even with Sakura's current attainments, she had no idea where to begin.
It involved a profound understanding of the entire Shinobi World, as well as extraordinary mastery over the soul. The latter was especially dangerous—without a bit of luck, one could go insane from merely coming into contact with it, or suffer a backlash that twisted their personality and turned them into monsters