What was so interesting? Thinking about the people who were about to be revived, Orochimaru couldn't hide his excitement.
Tiger—Snake—Dog—Dragon!
Ninjutsu: Reanimation Jutsu!
Orochimaru didn't perform the seals quickly, but each one was clear and precise. Chakra flowed steadily as strange runes formed on the ground.
Black patterns, resembling tadpoles, spread from Orochimaru's feet, dividing into six ritual formations that encased the six remaining White Zetsu. At the same time, the four flames of souls trembled slightly, and even the flesh in the distance began to shudder.
The White Zetsu seemed to sense something. One by one, they started writhing uneasily, their empty eyes showing signs of awakening.
But since it was a Genjutsu set by Orochimaru, it wouldn't be that easy to break free. Watching their struggles, Orochimaru remained completely unfazed, his confidence unwavering as he kept channeling chakra without pause.
A few seconds later, the White Zetsu stopped struggling. Countless paper scraps drifted from the black patterns, wrapping around them entirely. Their lifeless eyes reflected the moment they were fully encased—then… they transformed into different people.
White paper scraps fluttered away, revealing six completely distinct figures standing ahead.
The First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
The Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.
The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The First Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Mito Uzumaki.
The Second Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Kushina Uzumaki.
And finally… Uchiha Madara!
"…Where is this?" The first to speak was Madara.
Just like before, he crossed his arms and swept his cold gaze past Orochimaru—barely paying him any attention—before finally settling his eyes on the people beside him. His gaze only stopped when it landed on Hashirama.
A hint of surprise flickered through his cold demeanor. "I see… so Obito failed?"
"Not exactly a failure," Orochimaru said casually, leaning against the table behind him. "Let's just say he hit a roadblock. Because of two powerful individuals, he had no choice but to use Reanimation Jutsu to bring you back early."
"Oh?" For the first time, Madara's gaze truly landed on Orochimaru. "You know about our plan, using Edo Tensei to bring us back… Who are you?"
He didn't recognize Orochimaru.
Orochimaru didn't answer Madara's question. Instead, he spoke with a teasing tone, "As expected of the legendary Madara-sama. You really don't care about those two powerful guys I just mentioned?"
"Care?" Madara let out a short scoff, his expression unchanged. "That guy Obito… I told him from the start—Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke. Well… I knew he wouldn't be able to handle them, but I didn't expect him to be this useless."
At this moment, Orochimaru's relaxed expression finally shifted.
The smile on his face disappeared, leaving only cold confusion. "You… How do you know their names?"
"I have no obligation to answer your questions, caster." Madara's face remained indifferent.
Ignoring Orochimaru's sudden darkened expression, Madara turned to the people beside him and spoke coldly, "You've been listening for a while. Don't you have anything to say, Hashirama?"
Hashirama scratched the back of his head, his silly grin carrying a hint of apology. "I… didn't understand."
Madara's mouth twitched.
Senju Tobirama stood with his arms crossed, his gaze icy and filled with killing intent as he stared at Madara. "It's obvious, big brother. Madara didn't actually die in the battle with you. He must have left something behind to revive himself in this era."
"I'm not wrong, am I, Uchiha Madara?"
The moment he finished speaking, a powerful killing intent suddenly filled the underground space. Every living thing that could sense it froze in place, eyes wide in shock as they turned toward the source.
Even Orochimaru instinctively tensed up.
Mito shook her head, a trace of helplessness appearing on her aging face as she subtly stepped forward to shield Kushina behind her. As for Sarutobi Hiruzen… Well, he was a Hokage after all—he could handle it.
So, the only ones in the room unaffected by the killing intent were Hashirama, Madara, and Mito.
"You're still as annoying as ever…" Madara's brow lifted slightly.
Almost at the same time, an even more terrifying killing intent descended from above, crashing down like the sky itself was collapsing. In an instant, it engulfed everyone once again. This time, even Tobirama and Mito couldn't help but tense up, while Orochimaru felt a drop of cold sweat slide down his face.
He stared at Uchiha Madara in shock. "Impossible… He doesn't even have chakra, so how can his killing intent be this overwhelming?"
He didn't voice the thought, because in the next second, an equally powerful killing intent enveloped him once more.
Senju Hashirama stepped forward. His face still carried his usual foolish grin, but his eyes were deadly serious. "Madara, there are kids here. Ease up on your killing intent a little."
The two overwhelming auras clashed, and in an instant, Tobirama's once-powerful presence completely vanished—like a sheep caught between a pack of wolves, unable to move at all.
Madara's expression turned cold. "Don't order me around."
It was just a simple sentence, yet it felt as if the sky was collapsing all over again, casting an endless shadow over everyone.
"It's a request, not an order." Hashirama took another step forward. As Madara's aura surged, his own presence grew in response.
The ground cracked beneath them as their power clashed, countless fractures creeping up the walls as if the entire underground facility was about to collapse at any moment.
But… it didn't last long.
A few seconds later, the cold look on Madara's face faded, replaced by an indifferent expression. "That's exactly why I hate you."
As Madara's overwhelming presence disappeared, Hashirama also retracted his own aura instantly. He grinned cheerfully. "Well, well, you've lived longer than me, and that's something to be happy about. So don't be mad—just relax and celebrate, hahaha…"
Madara almost couldn't hold back his killing intent again. "Are you mocking me?"
"Not at all." Hashirama scratched the back of his head innocently. "I'm genuinely happy you're alive."
Madara: "..."
Turning away, Madara stopped looking at Hashirama, though his voice softened a little. "That's why I hate you."
"Well, I actually like you a lot." Hashirama burst into laughter, patting Madara on the shoulder as he did.
Wait, when did he even get next to Madara?
"Big brother…" Tobirama held his forehead. "That guy is our enemy."
He was tired of repeating this—especially after saying it countless times.
Mito sighed. "Sometimes, I really can't tell who is actually Hashirama's wife."
Sarutobi Hiruzen's hand trembled as he reached for his pipe, only to come up empty. Then he remembered—he was already dead. How could he have a pipe in Edo Tensei?
No, wait, that wasn't the point.
Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at the silent Orochimaru beside him, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Playing with the souls of the dead… Orochimaru, how far are you planning to go down the wrong path?"
"I don't think I did anything wrong, Sarutobi-sensei." Orochimaru glanced at him but didn't say anything more.
To be honest, he was actually considering undoing the Edo Tensei on Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
These two were terrifying. He hadn't even given them chakra, yet they were already unleashing such an overwhelming presence. If they actually had chakra… would he even be able to control them?
Orochimaru didn't know.
But one thing was clear—aside from Sarutobi Hiruzen, no one here seemed to take him seriously.
That's right. No one. Not a single person, not even Kushina.
And at that moment, Kushina: OWO
As the youngest one present, she didn't even dare to say a word. She just stood behind Grandma Mito, watching quietly, like a well-behaved little orange.
She wasn't betraying anyone—she was just too scared to speak.
There was no "bloop bloop," but she was definitely shaking.
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