Orochimaru slammed his hands heavily onto the roof.
" Summoning Technique: Impure World Reincarnation!"
The eerie black runes, like living venomous snakes, spread and intertwined rapidly across the gray-blue roof tiles, centered on his hands.
The temperature in the air plummeted, as if it had instantly transformed from early summer into the dead of winter, and a pungent, nauseating aura of death, mixed with the smells of decaying earth and blood, soared into the sky.
"Boom..."
The entire roof of the Hokage Building trembled violently, and the sound of shattering tiles filled the air.
Under the horrified gaze of the Third Hokage.
Two enormous wooden coffins slowly rose from beneath the stone slabs of the roof.
The surface of the coffin was mottled and covered with the marks of time, exuding a chilling, musty smell of earth.
On the lids of the two coffins.
Two shocking characters, seemingly written in blood, were written in scarlet dye.
"Early"!
"Two"!
"This... this is?!"
The Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, gasped, his hand gripping the Adamantine Staff trembling slightly, his aged eyes filled with shock and rage.
How could he not know the meaning of those two words, and how could he not recognize such an extremely evil Ninjutsu?
This is Orochimaru touching the village's most unforgivable taboo, a forbidden technique that the Second Hokage Tobirama Senju, once personally sealed— the Impure World Reincarnation, which summons the souls of the dead!
Moreover, judging from the words on the coffin, Orochimaru summoned the two who created the legend of Konoha!
Orochimaru! You beast! How dare you desecrate the dead!
The Third Hokage roared in fury, his Chakra surging wildly, but he knew it was too late to stop it.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two muffled, loud thuds.
The heavy coffin lid suddenly fell forward, crashing heavily onto the roof and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The dust gradually settled.
Two tall, familiar yet unfamiliar figures stood silently inside the coffin.
The person on the left has long, flowing black hair and wears layered red armor.
His eyes were closed, and his skin had a dull, deathly color.
Although lifeless, the body, simply standing there, still exuded a majestic aura, as imposing as a towering mountain, inspiring awe and reverence.
It was none other than the First Hokage, known as the " God of Shinobi," and the former leader of the Senju Clan, Hashirama Senju!
The person on the right has short silver hair, wears blue armor, and has a distinctive red mark on his face.
Even in death, his cold face exuded a sharp, imposing aura, as if he could see through any conspiracy at any moment.
The Second Hokage, the greatest master of forbidden techniques in the Shinobi World, Tobirama Senju!
The two slowly opened their eyes.
Those were eyes devoid of any light, the whites of which were an eerie gray-black, as empty as an abyss.
"Click... click..."
Accompanied by a teeth-grinding grinding sound, like rusty gears starting to turn again.
Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju emerged from the coffin with blank expressions.
The moment their feet touched the roof.
Two enormous, suffocating waves of Chakra erupted like two long-suppressed volcanoes!
It swept across the entire battlefield!
Even the surrounding air groaned under the pressure of these two terrifying Chakra, as if it couldn't withstand such divine pressure.
"What terrifying Chakra..."
The Konoha Anbu below felt the oppressive aura emanating from the rooftop, their faces turning ashen, some even collapsing to their knees with weak legs.
Is this the legend of the Sengoku period?
Just by standing here, without even using Ninjutsu, one cannot even muster the thought of resistance!
"Hehehe... Hahaha!"
Orochimaru stood behind the two Hokage, letting out an extremely arrogant, even somewhat hysterical, laugh.
He looked at the Third Hokage, whose face was ashen and who was Adamantine Staff as he gripped his Ruyi Jingu Bang.
Then he looked at Senju Kenya, who was standing to the side, seemingly "shocked" by the scene and remained silent.
The pent-up frustration and fear in my heart were greatly released at this moment.
" Senju Kenya!"
Orochimaru pointed at the two Impure World Reincarnation individuals in front of him, his golden vertical pupils filled with vengeful pleasure and cruelty.
"Didn't you claim to have invincible Taijutsu?"
"Don't you look down on my Ninjutsu and think science is all just nonsense?"
Orochimaru's eyes turned incredibly sinister, like a venomous snake ready to bite off its prey's throat.
"Now, your two ancestors are right here!"
"The god who created Konoha, and the pride of the Senju Clan!"
"I'd like to see if you dare to swing your so-called Iron Fist when facing your own ancestors and this unparalleled power!"
Orochimaru's move was undeniably vicious.
He not only had to use the unfathomable power of the First and Second Hokage to deal with Kenya and the Third.
We must use this psychological warfare to completely break down Kenya's defenses.
In the Shinobi World, betraying one's master and ancestors is the greatest taboo, especially when the other party is the founder of the Senju Clan and the source of Kenya's bloodline.
If Kenya hesitated even slightly, or held back out of guilt, he would have been in danger.
Orochimaru will be able to seize the opportunity to completely eliminate the man who has caused him such great psychological trauma!
The Third Hokage looked at his two once-respected teachers, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
His eyes were filled with grief and helplessness.
He knew how vicious Orochimaru's plot was, and he also knew what kind of choice Kenya was facing.
" Kenya..."
The Third Hokage gripped his Adamantine Staff, stepped forward, and stood in front of Kenya, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"You should step back. This is no longer a battle you can interfere in."
"This is Konoha's sin, and it is a grudge that I, as an incompetent Hokage, must personally settle."
"They are your ancestors; you cannot bear the sin of blaspheming them."
The Third was prepared to sacrifice himself; he intended to use his life to fight for the village and for the last bloodline of the Senju Clan to have a chance to escape.
However.
Faced with Orochimaru's arrogant provocation and the Third Hokage's tragic entrustment.
Kenya did not show the anger, fear, or struggle they expected.
He didn't even loosen his clenched fist, and the white jade pipe in his mouth remained firmly in his mouth.
Kenya looked at his two grandmasters, not angry, but instead revealed a very strange smile.