Shatter Your Fangs!

Orochimaru turned his gaze toward Sasuke Uchiha on the other side. He was his main target today.

"Sasuke-kun, let me see what you're capable of."

Before his words had faded, Orochimaru's figure lengthened unnaturally, sliding along the ground like a real snake at astonishing speed.

"Here he comes!" Sasuke shouted, rapidly forming hand seals. "Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!"

Several fireballs whistled toward the ground.

Orochimaru did not dodge at all. His body twisted at impossible angles, slipping through the gaps between the fireballs.

"Too slow."

Orochimaru's voice sounded beside Sasuke's ear.

Sasuke spun around, red light flashing in his eyes as his Two-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, tracking his opponent's movements. He stabbed the kunai in his hand hard behind him.

The kunai struck, but the feeling was wrong.

It was not flesh and blood, but a mass of soft mud.

"So this is the Sharingan? It's still not mature enough."

Orochimaru's face emerged beside Sasuke's shoulder, a sickly smile on his pale features.

Sasuke went rigid. The terror of being targeted by an apex predator left him unable to move even a finger.

"As a greeting gift, let me give you something nice."

Orochimaru's neck suddenly stretched. He opened his mouth wide, two sharp venomous fangs gleaming coldly in the dim forest, and bit down hard on Sasuke's neck.

"Aaaah!"

Sasuke let out an agonized scream and dropped to his knees, clutching his neck. Three black tomoe-shaped markings appeared on his neck, then rapidly turned red. The intense pain sent his whole body into spasms.

"Sasuke!" Naruto tried to rush over, only to be knocked flying by a large snake Orochimaru casually flung out.

Orochimaru watched Sasuke writhe in pain with satisfaction.

"Good. You'll crave power, Sasuke-kun."

After doing all this, Orochimaru was in no hurry to leave. He turned around, his greedy gaze settling on Son Goten once more.

Now that Sasuke has been implanted with the Cursed Seal of Heaven, could this brat with an even stronger body withstand this power too? Could he even perform more perfectly than Sasuke?

Son Goten was crouching beside the giant snake he had knocked unconscious, poking its scales with a twig, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"This snakeskin is way too thick. How am I supposed to peel it off?" Son Goten muttered. "Why is getting some snake soup so hard? I don't even have a decent kitchen knife."

He looked up, meeting Orochimaru's aggressive eyes.

"Hey, you long-tongued creep." Son Goten pointed at the giant snake on the ground. "Since this is your summoning beast, you should know the quickest way to skin it, right? Teach me, and I can share a bowl of soup with you."

Orochimaru froze for a moment, then let out a low chuckle.

"Hehehe... What an interesting brat. After seeing your companion in such a miserable state, you're still thinking about food?"

Orochimaru leaned forward, the fervor in his eyes almost spilling over.

"I'm growing more and more interested in you. Your body, your cells, every part of your anatomy... I want to cut it all open and take a look."

"I have a feeling you'll be my most outstanding creation."

Son Goten took a step back in disgust and pinched his nose.

"Man, those lines are seriously gross. And you really haven't brushed your teeth in ages, have you? I can smell dead rat from all the way over here."

"What a sharp tongue."

Orochimaru's eyes turned cold. Since this brat refused to cooperate, he would force the power upon him and see whether he survived.

If he survived, he would be a treasure even more precious than the Sharingan!

"Become mine as well!"

Orochimaru drew his neck back, then launched it forward.

This time, he was twice as fast as when he had bitten Sasuke. Freed from his body's constraints, his head shot straight for Son Goten's carotid artery, his neck like a giant white python and his jaws gaping wide.

Purplish-black chakra surged over his sharp venomous fangs.

He only needed to break the skin a little to inject the Cursed Seal's chakra.

Watching that mouth draw closer, close enough to see the tonsils, Son Goten knitted his brows tightly.

So disgusting.

It was like having a giant fly suddenly try to crawl into your mouth while you were eating.

"Get lost!"

Without even looking, Son Goten swung his right hand in a backhand slap.

But this was a Saiyan's slap.

An exceptionally sharp crack echoed through the forest.

It was louder than the earlier Fire Style explosions.

Orochimaru felt as though a mountain moving at high speed had struck him head-on.

His overextended neck had now become his greatest weakness.

Under that terrifying force, Orochimaru completely lost control of his head.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

His head spun wildly around his neck like a helicopter's rotor.

One turn, two turns, three turns... ten turns!

His white neck was almost twisted into a rope.

Even so, the momentum of Orochimaru's extending neck persisted. As his head spun, his mouth still inevitably collided with Son Goten's neck.

Crack!

Orochimaru's eyes widened until they nearly bulged out of their sockets.

The instant his two specially modified venomous fangs, which could easily pierce even steel, touched Son Goten's skin, they snapped off at the roots. The broken fangs flew through the air in an arc.

Blood mixed with saliva sprayed from Orochimaru's mouth.

The Cursed Seal's chakra? Forget injecting it-he had not even scratched the outer layer of skin!

"Urgh..."

Orochimaru gave a muffled groan. Like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity, his overspun head snapped back onto his body with a whoosh.

Clutching his badly swollen cheek and his nearly twisted-off neck, he staggered several steps backward.

How is that possible?!

What is this brat's skin made of?

Son Goten touched his neck and felt a little sticky liquid on it.

His expression instantly darkened.

"That's filthy!"

Son Goten pulled a handkerchief from inside his clothes and scrubbed his neck hard several times, only stopping once he had rubbed that patch of skin red.

Then he flung the handkerchief to the ground, pointed at Orochimaru, and yelled:

"Are you a dog? Biting everyone you see?"

"Have you got no shame? A grown man like you launching sneak attacks?"

"Good thing I've got thick skin. If you'd ruined my looks, how would I find a wife?"

Orochimaru covered his mouth, blood trickling between his fingers. For the first time, shock and wariness appeared in eyes that always held mockery and icy menace.

What kind of monster is this?

I can't even bite into him to implant the Cursed Seal of Heaven?

And that slap just now... If my body hadn't undergone Soft Body Modification, my head would probably have been slapped clean off.

"You..." Orochimaru had just begun to speak when the searing pain in his mouth made him suck in a cold breath. Air whistled through the gaps as he spoke. "Y-you monsher (you monster)..."

"Monster, my ass!"

Son Goten picked up a rock and tossed it in his hand, his gaze hostile.

"That slap was to teach you some manners."

"If you dare bring your mouth near me again, I'll pull out every last one of your teeth and stuff them up your nostrils!"

"Got that, long-tongue?!"