The Land of Rice Fields, a dark and damp underground Otogakure.
A white snake, as thick as a wrist, snaked down the stone wall, its scarlet tongue flicking, and slithered to a huge stone platform.
Behind the stone platform, a pair of long, narrow, golden vertical pupils, radiating an eerie light like those of a cold-blooded animal, slowly opened in the darkness.
It was Sannin, one of the missing-nin and an S-rank Orochimaru of Konoha.
Orochimaru's pale, slender fingers gently pinched the white snake's vital spot, and the white snake obediently opened its mouth, spitting out a small scroll covered in mucus.
What a nostalgic Konoha code!
Orochimaru licked his lips, used Chakra to erase the seal on the scroll, and quickly unfurled it, sweeping it across the scroll.
As he read, his face, which always wore a cold smile, gradually froze, replaced by an uncontrollable, almost morbid fanaticism!
Hehehe... Hahahaha!
In the silent underground laboratory, Orochimaru's hoarse and manic laughter erupted.
Uchiha Gen'yō, you've really given me a huge surprise!
Orochimaru suddenly stood up. Due to his excessive excitement, half of his loose kimono slipped down, revealing his pale shoulders covered with Cursed Seal.
The information on the scroll was risked to be delivered by a spy he had planted among the Konoha High Command.
It contains a detailed record of everything that has recently happened in the Uchiha Sacred Land!
They crushed Sunagakure, established military factories, mass-produced quasi-divine weapons, forced the daimyo to abdicate, and are even planning to build a floating city that can fly into the sky!
For Orochimaru, the Sharingan had always been something he dreamed of; it was the key to seeing the truth of all Ninjutsu in the world.
His original plan was to wait until Uchiha Itachi was a little older before finding an opportunity to take him away.
But now, compared to all that Uchiha Gen'yō has created, what is a Sharingan pair of Sharingan?
Mechanized mass production of Chakra? Standardized armor capable of withstanding A-rank Ninjutsu? Drawing energy from the Dragon Vein as a power source?
Orochimaru paced back and forth in the laboratory, his eyes burning with greed like a raging wildfire, enough to consume all reason.
This is not an evolution of Kekkei Genkai at all; it is the ultimate deconstruction of the essence of life and energy! This is the realm of divine creation!
As the most eccentric scientist in the Shinobi World, Orochimaru understood the value of that military factory better than anyone else.
In his pursuit of immortality, he has conducted countless cruel physical experiments over the years, yet he has never been able to escape the deadly cycle of soul decay.
But what if we could obtain the Uchiha's technology for industrially purifying energy, or even for manufacturing advanced materials?
A perfect fusion of body and machine? Or nourishing the soul directly with endless Dragon Vein energy? Gen'yō, oh Gen'yō, the path you've found might be even closer to true immortality than my Living Corpse Reincarnation!
Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue and licked his dry lips.
He turned to look at a huge snake molt deep inside the laboratory, his eyes filled with malice.
Those old fools in Konoha actually sent a bunch of defective Faceless Ones as spies. What a waste!
Orochimaru's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Since you want to scout ahead, then I'll be the one to pounce. The Uchiha's secret belongs to me, Orochimaru!"
pocket!
Orochimaru gave a low shout.
From the shadows emerged Kabuto Yakushi, wearing round-framed glasses and sporting a gentle smile, " Lord Orochimaru, what are your orders?"
"Go prepare; I'm going to the border of the Land of Earth myself." A dangerous glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes. "Also, bring our newly developed Cursed Seal Type Three Potion. I have a feeling this trip to the Uchiha Sacred Land will be very interesting."
at the same time.
Inside the private training ground on the top floor of the Uchiha Castle, the Uchiha Sacred Land the Uchiha clan.
boom!
A blinding flash of Kakkō shot into the sky.
Seven-year-old Uchiha Itachi, clad in his dark purple Susanoo Type One Divine Armor, created sonic booms in mid-air with a series of stomps, his Lightning Blade katana leaving afterimages as he slashed wildly at Uchiha Gen'yō, who stood still without even raising his hand.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Each strike that landed on the spatial barrier half a meter around Gen'yō generated violent Chakra ripples.
The speed is sufficient, but the power is too dispersed.
With his hands behind his back, Eye of God Gen'yō glanced at Itachi's attack and immediately saw through the flaw.
Don't rely too much on the armor's ability to amplify Chakra! The armor is an external force; only when your own mental strength is strong enough can you unleash its full power! Let's try again!
Itachi gritted his teeth, without a single complaint. The moment he landed, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, directly channeling Lightning Release Chakra into the armor's energy circulation system.
Lightning Release: Susanoo Flash!
Whoosh!
Itachi transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, his speed more than twice as fast as before!
This time, he didn't attack head-on, but instead instantly circled around to Gen'yō's blind spot!
There has been progress.
Gen'yō chuckled softly, his left eye twitching slightly.
Kamui activated, instantly distorting space. Itachi's deadly strike missed its mark, and he fell from mid-air due to inertia. However, thanks to the cushioning effect of his divine armor, he landed steadily, panting heavily.
That's all for today. Gen'yō tossed over a bottle of high-purity Chakra recovery potion.
Itachi took the potion and drank it down in one gulp, his eyes filled with awe. "Thank you for your guidance, teacher."
After two weeks of grueling training, Itachi has mastered this near-divine weapon perfectly. It's no exaggeration to say that he can now kill even Elite Jonin from Konoha within three minutes.
Gen'yō looked at his prized disciple, about to say something, when a strange light suddenly flashed in his Eye of God.
It was a faint, deeply hidden scent, belonging to a rat.
"Has it finally arrived?" Gen'yō's lips curled into a cold smile as he turned his gaze to the outer gate of the holy land.
He turned his head and looked at the itachi, who was still catching his breath.
Itachi, take a ten-minute rest.
Your first practical graduation exam is here.