"Sorry for the wait, Sasuke-kun..."
Ten minutes later, Kabuto Yakushi emerged from the nest.
Sasuke turned and looked over Kabuto's changed appearance. "I wondered what you were up to. All you did was transplant a Sharingan? Are you going to use 'Izanagi' to save yourself, like Danzo? Surviving ten moves that way really wouldn't be hard. Looks like we need to change the rules! Let's fight to kill!"
Kabuto Yakushi pushed up his glasses and said meaningfully, "Now that Nagato is gone, there's no coming back if something happens to you. I hope you remember that, Sasuke-kun..."
"Hmph." Sasuke sneered. "Well, I'll leave you barely breathing, at least. You know Medical Ninjutsu, don't you?"
"Heh heh heh..."
Kabuto Yakushi lowered his head and chuckled, forming hand seals.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...!
Four white snakes emerged from beneath his robes, growing enormous as they swayed. They flicked their great forked tongues, all four pairs of slit pupils fixed on Sasuke.
Sasuke's gaze sharpened slightly. Those are Orochimaru's summoned snakes. Did he get them by transplanting Orochimaru's cells? Why are they growing so large?
Kabuto Yakushi said in a low voice, "No, you misunderstood me, Sasuke-kun. I meant you'd better look out for yourself. Don't suffer injuries even Medical Ninjutsu can't heal, or I'll have no choice but to use Impure World Reincarnation on you. A reincarnated body can't train to increase its chakra. You'd only be useful as a pawn then. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Clink!
Sasuke tightened his grip on the Kusanagi Sword, his gaze growing colder. "Should I take that to mean that I, possessing the Uchiha's supreme ocular power-the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan-would lose to an amateur with a transplanted knockoff Sharingan, who knows nothing but Orochimaru's outdated parlor tricks?"
"A knockoff Sharingan, outdated parlor tricks, an amateur?