Opening the Wordless Black Coffin and the Awakening of Dust Release

The warm, premium Gyokuro Tea slid down his throat, leaving a faintly bitter aftertaste between his lips and teeth.

Baishi reclined in the spacious leather Hokage's Office chair with his eyes closed. Mikoto Uchiha's fingertips, their nails painted with a light shade of Kodan, gently kneaded his temples. The faint Cherry Blossom Scent from her sleeves filled the air.

Everything was wonderfully comfortable.

Suddenly, the index finger he had rested on the tabletop paused.

Beneath his fingertip, the Water Mirror formed from Chakra began boiling without warning. An extremely cold aura, laced with the pungent stench of rotten earth and Formalin, followed the Yang Release Mark he had left on Orochimaru long ago, crossing hundreds of kilometers to stab directly into his sensory nerves.

"Heh."

Baishi's eyelids lifted slightly. His deep-black pupils reflected the gradually clarifying image in the Water Mirror.

The scene showed a dim, damp underground laboratory in the Land of Rice Fields.

Orochimaru's only remaining left hand was clamped tightly around the edge of a black Wooden Coffin. His fingernails had split from the force, and dark-red beads of blood seeped out, dripping onto the ghastly white "Mu" character on the coffin's surface.

Kabuto Yakushi knelt several steps away, his gray-white hair thoroughly soaked with cold sweat. He did not even have time to push up his Round-rimmed Glasses as they slipped to the tip of his nose. Both hands clawed desperately at the floor tiles, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Orochimaru-sama... stop! You can't open it!" Kabuto's breathing was as rapid as Bellows stretched to their limit. "The Chakra structure of that vessel is fundamentally unstable! You've lost an arm, and your mind has suffered trauma. If you forcibly undo Mu's seal, once that power runs wild, the entire underground base will be completely Erased!"

Orochimaru