Didn't Your Mom Teach You? (Please Bookmark, Recommend, Vote)

Mount Nagao.

Ninja Art! Ten Thousand Snakes Formation!

Orochimaru showed no mercy from the outset. He revealed himself directly, and countless snakes shot wildly from his sleeves.

Earth Release! Earth Flow River!

At the sight, the iwa-nin immediately unleashed Earth Style Ninjutsu under the command of their squad leader.

Amid rumbling thunder, the rolling earth buried countless snakes, and muffled impacts vanished within the river of soil.

"It's one of the Sannin, Orochimaru!"

Seeing the snakes, the ambushing iwa-nin turned grave. They had not expected Konoha to send him. This conveyed a message to Iwagakure.

War. Konoha was ready.

"Don't panic! No matter how strong he is, he's still human! Fortunately, we prepared thoroughly. This time, we'll make Konoha suffer a crushing loss!"

Boom!

The ground of Mount Nagao suddenly split apart, and dozens of ninjas leaped from the cracked earth. All wore Iwagakure forehead protectors and were clearly elite Iwagakure ninjas.

"Damn it! There are so many iwa-nin! Tokuha, didn't your Byakugan spot them?"

At the sight, the Konoha ninjas' expressions changed drastically.

Hyuga Tokuha, who was responsible for reconnaissance, also looked grim. His Byakugan had always been unmatched in scouting, but he had never expected the iwa-nin to hide deep underground, cleverly avoiding his detection range.

"Everyone, kill!"

The many iwa-nin who emerged from underground all wore vicious smiles.

To secure even greater gains this time, they had deliberately left traces on Mount Nagao. Their goal was not merely to eliminate the ninjas stationed at the outpost; they intended to swallow all of Konoha's reinforcements in one bite.

Iwagakure had gone to great lengths for this ambush.

A strange gleam flashed through Orochimaru's cold snake-like eyes.

At the same time.

Mitsui Hiyori came to Orochimaru's side and said in a low voice, "Lord Orochimaru, Tori Mori Outpost has come under attack. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out. Should we..."

Looking toward the iwa-nin, the disparity in numbers between the two sides was far too great. Forcing a battle now was clearly unwise.

Moreover, the iwa-nin had obviously arranged this in advance. The situation inside Tori Mori Outpost was likely far from optimistic.

So long as the iwa-nin sent a single Jonin, they could kill every one of the few defenders left behind.

Orochimaru's expression turned cold, but the corners of his mouth curled upward instead. "It's already too late to go back. Rather than save them, we might as well wipe out all the iwa-nin here. Then their deaths will have served their purpose."

Mitsui Hiyori froze, unable to stop a chill from rising in his heart.

He understood the deeper meaning behind Orochimaru's words.

Three Genin and Chunin, traded for a group of elite enemy ninjas.

Not a loss!

As he spoke, Qifeng's honest-looking face suddenly flashed through Orochimaru's mind.

Last time in the Land of Hot Water, when Kirigakure Jonin Kaguya Senjin had suddenly disappeared, Qifeng had somehow survived intact. That was when Orochimaru began paying attention to the little corpse collector.

This time, can you survive?

Since Orochimaru showed no intention of retreating, the Konoha ninjas could only grit their teeth and launch an attack.

Orochimaru did not stop them.

He merely licked his lips.

The Shinobi World's impression of him still remained in the era of the Second Great Ninja War, when the Sannin had survived at the hands of the "Demi-God," Hanzo of the Salamander.

Yet no one considered how much he might have changed over the years, given his talent.

He bit his finger, formed hand seals, and slapped the ground.

Summoning Ninjutsu!

Poof!

As the enormous cloud of smoke dispersed, a colossal creature covered in purple scales appeared on Mount Nagao.

Manda!

Mount Nagao was not large to begin with, and compared to Manda's body, it was truly far too small.

Orochimaru leaped up and landed atop Manda's head.

"Orochimaru! Have you prepared enough sacrifices?" Manda showed no fear before Orochimaru. Before the battle had even begun, he arrogantly demanded sacrifices.

"Heh." Orochimaru only smiled.

Tori Mori Outpost.

Qifeng knelt on one knee, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth as his Sharingan stared fixedly at the Iwa Jonin Tsuchi standing opposite him.

Tsuchi raised an eyebrow and cast him a somewhat surprised glance. "Kid, you've got a tough body."

In his eyes, dealing with a Konoha brat like Qifeng should have taken no more than a single punch, just like the two Konoha ninjas he had dealt with outside earlier.

Yet after taking several of his punches, Qifeng had only coughed up some blood.

Qifeng silently licked his gums, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly pushed himself upright with one hand braced against his knee. Every muscle in his body ached terribly.

But his bones showed no sign of cracking or breaking.

He bared his bloodstained teeth and forced a grin. "You're nowhere near as strong as Kumogakure's Jonin."

The enmity between Iwagakure and Kumogakure dated back to the Second Great Ninja War, when Kumogakure had launched a surprise attack into the heart of the Land of Earth.

Hearing himself compared to those freaks from Kumogakure, Tsuchi's anger flared even hotter.

He glanced at the Konoha ninja corpses on the ground, which Qifeng had already neatly restored, then suddenly sneered. "They're just corpses. Why make them look so nice? It really pisses me off!"

He raised his foot.

Bang!

The head of a Chunin corpse instantly burst apart like a watermelon. Amid the indistinct slurry of blood and flesh, Tsuchi planted his foot on Konoha's forehead protector and ground it beneath his toes.

Konoha's symbol twisted and warped beneath the pressure, making an unpleasant creaking sound.

Qifeng's face darkened at once when he saw what Tsuchi was doing.

Tsuchi took in the change in Qifeng's expression, snickered, said nothing, and continued toward another Chunin's head.

They were all corpses he had not touched yet!

"Didn't your mom teach you..." Qifeng's lips moved, and a hoarse voice slipped from them.

"Hm?" Tsuchi paused.

The next second, Qifeng's figure abruptly vanished.

Tsuchi's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised an arm.

Splat!

A sharp, pale bone pierced straight through Tsuchi's muscular arm and pressed against his chest. If he had not reacted quickly enough to cover his arm with Earth Style Chakra, that thrust would likely have pierced straight through him.

But he no longer cared about that. What concerned him more was Qifeng's horrifying appearance.

Sharp, hard white bones protruded from his chest, waist, abdomen, and back.

Especially on his right arm, spiraling rings of white bone coiled around one another, forming an exceptionally sharp spear. It was this spear that had pierced through Tsuchi's arm!

Even Tsuchi, an experienced Iwa Jonin, had no idea how to describe Qifeng's appearance.

Qifeng's entire body was taut, like a fully drawn greatbow.

With both feet braced against the ground, he pushed forward step by step, twisting the bone spear on his arm and steadily forcing Tsuchi into the corner. Tsuchi's body was pinned completely against the wall, his center of gravity lifted so that he could no longer fully use his advantage in strength.

"What the hell are you?!" Tsuchi gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his arm as he asked.

Uchiha's Sharingan, the Kaguya Clan's lost Shikotsumyaku—why were these two Kekkei Genkai gathered in a tiny Konoha Genin?

Qifeng's cold, scarlet Sharingan stared at him without a trace of emotion as he said:

"Didn't your mom teach you... not to fucking touch other people's corpses whenever you feel like it?!"