"Lord Orochimaru's vessel is not for trash like you to lay your hands on."
The white-haired boy's utterly icy voice echoed across the open grassland, as though even the surrounding air had frozen at that moment. He stood there quietly, supporting the heavy wooden coffin with one hand. Although he did not unleash violent chakra like Sakon and Ukon, the sense of lethal danger emanating from his very bones instantly drenched Shikamaru and the others' backs in cold sweat.
"Who... is this guy?" Kiba tightened his grip on his kunai warily, while Akamaru let out an extremely uneasy growl in his arms.
"I don't know, but his presence is extremely dangerous. Those white things that shot out of the ground just now looked like... bones?" Neji's brows knitted tightly, his Byakugan fixed intently on the white-haired boy before him.
The boy slowly set the coffin on the ground, his gaze utterly unruffled. "I am Lord Orochimaru's most loyal blade, the last blood of the Kaguya Clan, Kimimaro. Those worthless fools in the Sound Four really couldn't be trusted. In the end, I still had to act personally."
"The Kaguya Clan?!" Shikamaru sucked in a cold breath, his mind racing. "I once read about them in Konoha's classified files. They were an extremely warlike clan from the Land of Water with a terrifying kekkei genkai that let them manipulate their own bones! Weren't they wiped out long ago?"
"Wiped out? That was simply because they were too stupid. And I am the only perfect weapon who survived." Kimimaro slowly pulled open his clothes at the chest, revealing his pale skin. Then, before everyone's horrified eyes, he reached his right hand toward his left shoulder and plunged his fingers into his flesh!
Squelch!
With a spine-chilling sound of tearing flesh, Kimimaro forcibly