Caught playing dead

Orochimaru had lost all patience and abruptly changed the subject.

"Let's put that aside for now." His voice was icy cold.

You're so stupid as to turn Konoha into a complete mess.

This time you're in my trap.

The Third Hokage shook his head, his tone heavy and authoritative.

Until the very last step, it's impossible to say who will win.

That's how I taught you before, you haven't forgotten, have you?

Before they could finish their conversation, Orochimaru raised his hand and peeled the skin off his face.

Its true colors were revealed in full.

Wu Chiwu, who had overheard most of the conversation from a short distance away, also witnessed this scene.

His method of tearing off the face was so swift and skillful, it was as if he had never done it before.

That scene would rank in the top ten of horror movies.

Knowing that even more gruesome scenes Wu Chiwu didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, turning his face away rather than watching what was about to unfold.

The Third Hokage and Orochimaru are still locked in a standoff.

Orochimaru. "The Third Hokage's voice was calm and collected."

I knew this day would come sooner or later.

You think you can take my head away? You'd better not try.

Orochimaru didn't take it seriously at all and slowly opened his mouth.

I told you before, you need to decide on the Fifth Hokage as soon as possible.

Because of you, the Third Hokage, just you.

That's what I'm going to leave here for today.

The Third Hokage glanced at him, his tone still heavy.

So moved she cried?

Or is it...?

You personally killed your master, don't you feel any remorse?

"No," Orochimaru shook his head.

The Kunai in his hand suddenly pierced his palm.

Blood trickled down his palm, but he showed no sign of pain.

I was feeling sleepy earlier, but now I'm fully awake.

As soon as he finished speaking, Orochimaru released his grip on the Third Hokage's arm.

He then strolled to the side and looked up at the sky.

Wu Chiwu wasn't surprised at all that he had given up the opportunity to strike directly.

This guy's way of thinking is completely different from ordinary people.

It's like a snake, only interested in things that move.

He didn't even bother with such easily attainable results.

His Azure eyes stared calmly at the situation before him.

They didn't engage in conversation; the real, deadly battle had only just begun.

Before long, the master and apprentice were really fighting.

"I won't go easy on you just because you're senile," Orochimaru said with a chuckle.

"That would be perfect." The Third Hokage looked at the other side with a straight face.

It all depends on how well you've mastered your Ninjutsu.

Are you qualified enough for me to take you back to the Ninja Academy for retraining?

Hiruzen Sarutobi's hands Hand Seals so quickly they became a blur.

Ninja Art: Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.

The Shuriken, gleaming with a cold light, slashed down at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru remained motionless, then clasped his hands together, Impure World Reincarnation.

Summoning Technique: Impure World Reincarnation.

One coffin after another rose from the ground.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's face was taut as he glared at Orochimaru's forbidden technique.

This is bad; we can't let him succeed.

Chakra surged into his palm, and he lunged at the third coffin, forcefully shoving it back into the ground.

Not far away, Wu Chiwu blinked and, with the air of someone watching a show, began to measure the remaining two coffins.

The First Hokage and the Second Hokage?

It was actually pretty exciting.

Ninjutsu that can bring back a dead person is just too unscientific.

I really can't imagine what those two Hokage were thinking when their coffin lids were opened.

Even in death, one cannot find peace; it's truly distressing.

Wu Chiwu's mind raced with thoughts.

His hands weren't idle; he perfectly portrayed the appearance of a dead ninja.

He behaved exactly as one would expect of a lifeless corpse.

Creak, creak.

Suddenly, a noise came from the two coffins.

The Third Hokage tensed up, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

The third bite was managed to deflect the attack.

But the real trouble is yet to come.

But they called out that one of them.

The front of the coffin crashed to the ground, and the two ninjas Orochimaru had summoned appeared right before everyone's eyes.

The Anbu Ninja outside the barrier were all stunned.

Those two gentlemen couldn't possibly be...?

Which two adults?

Hiruzen Sarutobi's face stiffened, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

Orochimaru let out a chilling laugh.

How are you going to handle this hand, Teacher Sarutobi?

wrong.

The Third Hokage.

As soon as he finished speaking, the First Hokage and the Second Hokage stepped out of the coffin.

The aura of battle from the past battlefield spread out around him at this moment.

"Monkey, it's been quite a while since I've seen him," Hiruzen Sarutobi said slowly, looking at Hashirama Senju.

"So it's you." Tobirama Senju looked at this old acquaintance, a hint of emotion in his voice.

You're getting on in years, Sarutobi.

"I never imagined that this matter would lead to another meeting with you two brothers." Hiruzen Sarutobi's tone was also filled with emotion.

I really didn't expect that.

The whispers of those in the Anbu on the sidelines were also busy, rising and falling in a cacophony.

"This is bad," a member of the Anbu said, his face darkening.

This Summoning Technique...

"Who exactly are those two?" another ninja asked, his curiosity piqued.

"You'd better stand firm and listen," the person who spoke first responded.

The First Hokage and the Second Hokage.

The one with black hair is the First.

The one with white hair is the second generation.

They were ninjas who were highly regarded.

He single-handedly built up the current Lord Hokage of Konoha Ninja Village.

The ninjas outside the barrier all paled.

How did things get to this point?

"Impure World Reincarnation?" Tobirama Senju glanced back at Orochimaru.

Was it this young man who summoned us up here using forbidden techniques?

You have some skill.

And so, Sarutobi.

"Then we'll have no choice but to take action against you." Hashirama Senju said, his voice steady and calm.

"Let's end the old folks' reminiscing here," Orochimaru interjected slowly.

It's time to begin.

He was waiting with growing impatience.

The plan will have to be finalized in the blink of an eye.

Every step of the situation proceeded precisely along the path he had laid out, without deviating in the slightest.

Orochimaru's lips curled into a confident smile.

Upon Hashirama Senju, standing opposite him, sighed.

Does it mean that war will always be necessary, no matter which generation it falls under?

I had hoped that things would calm down in the future.

In the end, there will still be no peace?

As he was pondering this, his gaze suddenly stopped, and his expression turned strange.

This is?

Wu Chiwu death and trying to fool him with tomato juice, was now blatantly exposed before his eyes.

Are all Genin resorting to this crude method?

That's incredibly careless.

How could the ninjas and Monkey manipulating them behind the scenes not have noticed at all?

Hashirama Senju suddenly began to wonder about the capabilities of the current Konoha ninja.

But who is this person?

Although they wear the skin of Konoha Ninja, they are definitely not from Konoha.

Hashirama Senju had a clear plan in mind.

The ninjas of Konoha would not remain motionless at this point.

Enemy or friend?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a sharp glint appeared in Hashirama Senju's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Tobirama, Tobirama nearby, immediately noticed that his older brother's expression was off.

What happened?

His gaze followed Hashirama Senju's line of sight.

This is?

A strange look flashed Tobirama Senju Senju's usually indifferent face.

Was Sarutobi fooled by such a clumsy disguise?

In this short time.

Orochimaru and Hiruzen Sarutobi, standing nearby, also noticed the unusual behavior of the two Shinobi World legends.

Although they were still at a critical juncture of confrontation, their curiosity got the better of them, and they wondered what had piqued their interest.

They all turned their gazes in that direction simultaneously.

He immediately understood why the First and second generations had looked so strange earlier.

"Have the ninjas of Konoha fallen to this state?" Orochimaru's words carried a rare hint of genuine confusion.