Asuma's fists were clenched tightly in the quilt, and his nails dug into the flesh of his palms. Wave after wave of stinging pains made him barely stay awake.
He closed his eyes and opened them again.
Damn Fate!
Why be so cruel!
He sat up suddenly, and the quilt slipped from his shoulders and piled up around his waist. A thin layer of sweat oozed from his naked upper body, which glowed dimly in the moonlight.
Before he could stand up from Tatami, the space in the room suddenly became distorted.
There was no sound, no warning.
The space was like a crumpled cloth, folding and rotating by the window, and then - a figure emerged from the distortion.
Red Cloud Robe, Spiral Mask, and a scarlet Sharingan are exposed.
Asuma's body bounced up in an instant. He kicked off Tatami with his feet and rolled backwards. When his back hit the wall, his right hand had already touched Chakra Blade at the head of the bed.
Twin Flying Swallows is held in the palm of the hand, Wind Release Chakra is poured into the blade, a buzzing sound explodes, and blue light lights up in the darkness, illuminating half of the Spiral Mask.
"Who are you!"
Asuma's voice was urgent and sharp, and the tip of the knife was pointed directly at that Masked Man.
Obito stood by the window, his hands hanging by his sides, Sharingan slowly turning in the hole of the mask. The moonlight shone in from behind him, stretching his shadow very long, extending to Asuma's feet.
"Who I am is not important."
"The important thing is that, like you, I hate Uchiha Yongye!"
"Let's join forces and eradicate Uchiha Yongye!"
The tip of Asuma did not hang down, but the blue light on the Chakra Blade blade became brighter.
"Join forces?"
"I won't join forces with a sneaky person like you!"
His eyes narrowed, staring at the Sharingan that glowed with a strange red light in the darkness.
"Spiral Mask, Sharingan... are you the mastermind behind Nine-Tails' Rampage?"
Obito has no answer.
Silence itself is the answer.
Asuma's feet kicked hard on the ground, and his body shot forward.
Twin Flying Swallows slashed across, and the Chakra Blade blade drew two sharp blue arcs in the air, slashing straight towards Obito's neck and waist!
The blade passed through Obito's body.
There is no touch, no resistance, and no blood spurting!
Driven by inertia, Asuma's body staggered forward half a step, and the air was cut with both swords. He turned around suddenly, and pointed the tip of the sword back at Obito, trying to defend himself.
Sharingan flashed quickly in the hole of the mask, leaving Asuma stunned for a moment.
Obito raised his hand, spread his fingers, and clasped it on Asuma's shoulder. The knuckles exerted force, without giving him any time to react.
Space is distorted again.
Kamui!
Asuma was dragged into the pitch black Kamui Dimension, and he didn't even have time to scream out of his throat.
The distorted space returned to smoothness, and Obito's Sharingan turned in the darkness, making a strange mockery.
"We haven't seen him for so many years, but he still has the same arrogant and arrogant temperament."
"Your father deserves to be Konoha Rogue Ninja!"
"You can't escape either!"
"Must become Konoha Rogue Ninja!"
"We are all old classmates and we must share the blessings. We cannot let Kakashi walk alone!"
After saying that, he turned around. The space twisted around him again, and the hem of Red Cloud Robe disappeared into the vortex, like a drop of ink falling into water, spreading out silently.
There was only moonlight and a scattered quilt in the room.
Next target, Gekko Hayate!
At the same time, outside Konoha, there was an abandoned Training Ground.
Two figures met in the center of Training Ground.
"Teacher Sarutobi... hahaha..."
"I'm sorry."
"When I see you now, I can't help but laugh!"
"The strongest Hokage! S-level rebel ninja!"
"Hahaha..."
Orochimaru's laughter exploded in the empty Training Ground, bouncing off the rotten wooden piles, bouncing off the rusty barbed wire, swinging back and forth in the night wind, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's face was ashen, and his old face glowed a dark gray-purple color in the moonlight.
Rage roared, "If you have something to say, say it quickly! If you have something to say, say it quickly!"
Orochimaru stopped laughing, and stared at Hiruzen Sarutobi's face with his golden vertical pupils. The smile was still in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were suppressed.
"I want to kill Uchiha Yongye."
"Need your help."
Hiruzen Sarutobi raised his chin, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and became even more angry.
"I want to kill that Uchiha brat more than you!"
"Who's going to help me?"
Orochimaru took half a step forward, and Geta stepped on the gravel, making a crisp sound. He tilted his head slightly, and his golden vertical pupils shrank in the moonlight.
"Shisui Uchiha, you can help us."
"He firmly believes in your Will of Fire and is willing to sacrifice for Konoha."
"We can use him to lead Uchiha Yongye into an ambush."
Hiruzen Sarutobi's brows suddenly frowned. The wrinkles on his forehead were twisted into a Sichuan character, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were squeezed deeper.
"Uchiha Yongye will believe him?"
"As far as I know, Uchiha Yongye mocks him at all times, and even calls him Sarutobi Shisui!"
Orochimaru's tongue stuck out and licked his lips, leaving a sparkling water mark, and he spoke confidently.
"That was before! Now, Uchiha Yongye helped Shisui restore his eyes."
"He must want to take the opportunity to conquer Shisui, otherwise why bother with it."
"Under normal circumstances, Shisui would never repay kindness with enmity and take the initiative to harm him."
"Teacher Sarutobi, you have to convince Shisui to make sacrifices for the sake of the overall situation and for Konoha!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi was silent for a moment. His eyes moved away from Orochimaru's face and fell on the wild grassland illuminated by the moonlight in the distance. The grass was very tall, lying down in patches and standing up again in the night wind.
"Ambush circle?"
"Who else?"
"That guy can drive Eight Gates."
"Killing him by force is not a good idea."
Orochimaru's smile spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes, and the light in his golden vertical pupils lit up for a moment.
He raised his hand and moved his fingers rapidly Hand Seals in front of his chest. So fast that only an afterimage was left. When his hand fell, two gaps opened in the ground in front of him.
The soil surges.
Two coffins emerged from the ground.
The coffin is gray-white, with complex spells Runes engraved on the surface. Those Runes glow with a dull luster under the moonlight, slowly squirming among the wood grains like living creatures.
The coffin lid popped open.
The face revealed in the first coffin - long black hair, red armor, and a helmet on the forehead. The face was young, but it carried a sense of majesty oozing from the bones.
God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju!
The person in the second coffin has short white hair and a blue visor that covers the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of closed eyes. The Cursed Seal with the word "fire" engraved on the helmet glows coldly in the moonlight.
Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju!
The two coffins stood side by side on the ground, like two silent door gods. The coffin lids hung on both sides, and the wood chips were still falling.
Orochimaru stood between the two coffins, with his left hand resting on the edge of Hashirama Senju's coffin and his right hand on the edge of Tobirama Senju's coffin.
The golden vertical pupils glowed coldly under the moonlight, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened, triumphantly.
"Senju Clan is the best at dealing with Uchiha!"
"This was originally Danzo's last resort."
"He was destroyed by Uchiha Yongye before he was even used."
"Now, it's easier for me."
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood there, staring at the two coffins, and at the faces of First and the second generation, which glowed gray and white in the moonlight.
His lips moved, but in the end nothing came out.
The night wind blew by, picking up the dead leaves on the ground, rolling between the two coffins, and stopped at the feet of Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Orochimaru closed the coffin lid again. The sound of the closing wooden boards echoed in the empty Training Ground, dull and long, like two doors being closed in the depths.