Goten applied a little pressure with the two fingers holding the blade.
Crack.
A soft sound rang out.
The tip of the Kusanagi Sword, forged from refined steel and Orochimaru's pride and joy, snapped off.
The broken tip hit the floor with a clang, bounced twice, and lay still.
Sasuke's body jolted violently, and he darted back over ten meters to put some distance between them.
He looked down at the broken sword in his hand, his wrist trembling.
This sword was the symbol of his strength.
Now someone had snapped it with just two fingers.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation surged to his head.
"Aaaaargh!"
Sasuke threw back his head and roared, his scarlet Sharingan spinning wildly as the chakra in his body began to run out of control.
The sky was visible through the enormous hole in the base.
Dark clouds actually began gathering in the previously clear sky, with faint flashes of lightning.
His hands frantically formed hand seals, the opening sequence of his strongest secret technique.
He would use this move to erase the man before him, along with this base, from the world!
"Stop! Sasuke-kun!"
A figure scrambled out of the nearby shadows and clamped down on Sasuke's hands as he formed seals.
It was Orochimaru.
He was covered in dirt, black slime still dripping from half his body, his face drenched in cold sweat.
"Don't be rash! You'll get us all killed!"
His tone was almost pleading as he addressed Sasuke.
Sasuke angrily shook off Orochimaru's hands.
"Let go of me! Orochimaru, what are you afraid of?"
"He might have been strong back then, but did you spend these three years teaching me just so I could bow down to this guy?"
Orochimaru was on the verge of tears. Right now, he only wanted