"Don't use your left eye on Pain."
Shisui froze, then looked up at Hokage.
Minato's voice was calm to the extreme.
"Use it on Orochimaru!"
Shisui's mind raced.
Orochimaru's true body here was not the strongest.
But he held Impure World Reincarnation in his hands.
If Kotoamatsukami could forcibly alter Orochimaru's will and make him release the Impure World Reincarnation, or directly order the four previous Kage to turn against him—
The desperate disparity in casualties between the two sides would be overturned in an instant.
Minato looked toward Orochimaru, his tone certain.
"Based on what I know of Orochimaru, he has done far too much tampering with his own soul over the years."
"Those unnatural forbidden techniques must have left his soul riddled with holes."
"His resistance to genjutsu is probably pitifully low right now."
Minato lowered his head and met Shisui's gaze.
"The odds of success are far higher if you use it on him than on Pain."
Shisui slowly lowered the hand covering his right eye. His bloodstained fingers lightly rested against the rim of his left eye socket.
He nodded deeply.
Atop the sand dune.
The gale carried a pungent stench of blood.
Orochimaru stood at the summit, his golden snake eyes filled with fervor as they stared fixedly at the rolling forest below.
Deafening roars echoed through the forest.
Minato's two Sage Mode Shadow Clones darted at high speed between the thick Wood Release vines, relying on the extraordinary perception and terrifying neural reflexes granted by Sage Mode.
Tobirama Senju formed hand seals with both hands. Countless water dragons surged from the ground, joining Hashirama's Deep Forest Emergence to form an airtight meat grinder of death.
Yet those two golden flashes were like loaches, always using Flying Thunder God to flicker into blind spots at