Draining the First and Second Hokage's Chakra Dry, Forcibly Undoing Impure World Reincarnation!

"Orochimaru, you've used up all your trump cards. Now it's time to settle the bill."

Sen stepped over the broken tiles, the yellowed soles of his geta scraping against the dark rubble with muffled creaks.

He walked toward Orochimaru, one step at a time.

Orochimaru lay in the deep crater, his purple vest reduced to ragged strips, soaked through with black blood and sap from the branches.

With every step Sen took, the Divine Tree's roots around him, each as thick as a house, crawled another inch forward.

Like giant pythons that had locked onto their prey, they sealed off every possible escape route around the crater.

Not even a fly could get out.

"What... what are you going to do..."

Orochimaru panted heavily, his lungs wheezing like bellows.

He spat out a mouthful of blood that tasted of dirt, his snake pupils narrowing to pinpricks.

His palms were slick with cold sweat. He could barely hold on to his kunai.

"Do you want money? I have plenty of research materials... I could even give you Otogakure!"

Orochimaru shouted hoarsely, desperately dragging himself backward over the broken stones.

"Cut the crap."

Sen reached the edge of the crater and crouched.

He dug at his ear with his little finger, looking down at Orochimaru in disgust.

"It's hot as hell, and you've gotten me covered in dust."

"Those crappy research notes of yours are too rough even to wipe my ass with."

Orochimaru bit through one of his venomous fangs.

Blood ran down the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his clothes.

Knowing there was no peaceful way out of this, he abruptly raised his hand, shoved his bleeding finger into his mouth, and bit down hard.

"Summoning..."

Before he could form his hand seals.

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded nearby.