Naruto: Let the glory of the giants spread throughout the ninja world!

Orochimaru at this point was no longer the composed and unhurried figure he once was in the anime.

The wind howled above the rooftop.

Orochimaru stood on the edge of the roof tiles, his golden vertical pupils obscured by the shadows, but his signature smile remained on his lips.

"Sarutobi-sensei," his voice was hoarse and drawn out, "you're old, yet you're still so persistent."

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, stood opposite him, his battle suit draped with a haori adorned with flame patterns, and the golden cudgel in his hand, the "Vajra Ruyi Jingu Bang," gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Orochimaru," the Third Hokage's voice was as steady as a mountain, "you chose a path you shouldn't have taken."

Orochimaru tilted his head, his gaze passing over the Third Hokage's shoulder and landing on Zabuza.

"Zabuza, I didn't expect you to be on Sarutobi-sensei's side. I remember you're not Konoha's dog."

Zabuza remained silent.

His gaze was fixed on Orochimaru's throat like that of a hawk, while the guillotine in his right hand remained poised to strike.

The Third Hokage slightly turned to the side, forming a pincer movement with Zabuza.

"Zabuza-san is willing to assist Konoha in fighting our common enemy," the Third Hokage said calmly. "Orochimaru, you murdered the Kazekage and instigated the war between Sunagakure and Konoha. This debt will be settled today."

Orochimaru smiled.

"A common enemy?" He licked his lips. "Sarutobi-sensei, when did you learn to spout such high-sounding nonsense? In the end, it's nothing more than an exchange of interests."

His gaze fell on Zabuza, with an unsettling scrutiny.

"Zabuza, the Demon of Kirigakure, the master of silent killing techniques, you assassinated the Mizukage and betrayed your own village. How dare you stand on the side of justice?"

Zabuza narrowed his eyes.

"That's naturally because..." Zabuza's voice was deep as he was about to answer Orochimaru's question.

The next second, a fire dragon spewed from the mouth of the third generation, and the scorching air wave blew several layers of tiles away.

Orochimaru didn't dodge. His neck suddenly stretched out, and his head twisted around the fire dragon's trajectory like a snake. At the same time, more than a dozen venomous snakes sprang out from his sleeves and pounced on the Third Hokage in a massive attack.

The Vajra Ruyi Cudgel spun in front of the Third Generation, forming a barrier. Snake blood and severed limbs splattered in the air, landing on the tiles with a sizzling sound.

Just then, Orochimaru felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He turned around abruptly, and a thick fog had somehow enveloped half of the rooftop.

With visibility less than three meters, the third-generation fire dragon was reduced to a blurry halo by the fog.

There was a whistling sound behind me.

He turned to the side, and his Kusanagi sword thrust backward, striking a piece of tile that had been kicked away.

The real killing blow comes from above.

Zabuza fell from the mist, his blade slicing open his shoulder, blood spurting out. Orochimaru, however, showed no pain; he even smiled.

"Got you?"

Seven or eight snakes slithered out of the wound and began to bite Zabuza's wrist along the blade.

Zabuza released his sword and rolled backward. The snake missed its bite, fell to the ground, writhed a few times, and turned into a puddle of black water.

Orochimaru gripped the back of the Executioner's Blade and casually tossed it aside.

The third generation's attack is here again.

"The Technique of Cloning Swords in Hands".

Three shuriken flew from the Third Hokage's hand, splitting into dozens in mid-air and shooting towards Orochimaru from all directions.

Orochimaru's body twisted, folded, and bent at incredible angles, avoiding most of the bullets, but a few still grazed his thighs and sides, leaving a trail of blood.

He glided along the ground and then distanced himself. "Honestly, teacher, don't you want to catch up with me?"

"Hmph! Orochimaru, don't think I don't know. If you didn't have some tricks up your sleeve, would you be chatting with me here?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi snorted coldly, not letting his guard down against his once most proud disciple just because of a brief advantage.

"Ah~ As expected of Sarutobi-sensei, he really knows me too well." Orochimaru sighed, his eyes filled with joy as he looked at Sarutobi Hiruzen.

"Therefore, please allow me, your disciple, to give you the most magnificent funeral!"

Orochimaru raised his arm, while his shadow clone, hidden in the shadows, had already completed the summoning jutsu.

boom!

The figure of Wan She reappeared, along with countless other snakes, both large and small.

"Orochimaru! Where is my human sacrifice?!"

Manda writhed and stared at Orochimaru, but Orochimaru pointed around and said, "Aren't they everywhere here? Go."

Manda snorted coldly, his eyes filled with greed as he looked around. Then, ignoring Orochimaru's battlefield, he crawled straight towards the residential area of ​​Konoha.

Orochimaru!

A surge of even greater rage appeared in the Third Hokage's eyes. "How dare you let these bastards destroy the village!"

"What's the problem, teacher? Anyway, these villagers aren't good people either. I was bullied by them when I was a kid."

Orochimaru smiled nonchalantly, "Besides, as far as I know, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is bullied in this village too, and didn't that Hatake Sakumo guy die because of rumors?"

"This village is rotten from beginning to end."

Upon hearing Orochimaru's words, Hiruzen Sarutobi calmed down instead. "Zabuza-san, we don't need you here anymore. Please go and help clean up those crawling insects."

Zabuza nodded and instantly disappeared.

"What can Zabuza Momochi do? Teacher, don't be naive. The other Jonin have already been tied up. Let's just quietly watch this show, okay?"

Orochimaru slowly walked to a spot not far in front of Hiruzen Sarutobi and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"Heh, Orochimaru, you're too naive. So what if we lose a Jonin?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi lowered his head and smiled.

"Tooth open, teeth open!"

"Thirty-Two Palms of Gentle Fist!"

"Revive the crisis!"

"Open the Gate of Injury!"

Looking at the group of children who had risked their lives to crawl out and protect the villagers, the Third Hokage finally smiled broadly.

"Konoha's future will never be limited to any one group. Konoha is a towering tree, and we are just branches that shelter these new branches from the wind and rain. Only through successive sacrifices can new branches be nurtured. This is the Will of Fire, Orochimaru."

The Third Hokage's expression had completely relaxed. He no longer cared about the battle between Guy and Hashirama Senju in the distance, or the battle between Jiraiya and Tobirama Senju even further away. He was also indifferent to Orochimaru's recent covetousness of that boy named Akira Ryukura.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at Orochimaru, sending chills down the latter's spine. His eyes held no negative emotions whatsoever, but were exactly the same way he had looked at his former student decades ago when he was still young.

"Orochimaru, come with me to see Minato."

With a whoosh, the first seal of the Corpse Demon Sealing Technique was completed, and strange sounds came from all around.

Like countless hard, fragmented particles constantly falling to the ground and churning up again, making a splashing sound.

Meanwhile, Zabuza, who had already gouged out one of Manda's eyes, stood panting heavily as he confronted him, saying, "You beast, how dare you block my way? I'll eat you first!"

Zabuza gave a bitter smile. Even he was exhausted after such a long battle, but it didn't matter. The people of Konoha saw how hard he was working and believed that they would completely accept those two guys after he died.

But for now, we still need to do our best to survive!

Zabuza gritted his teeth and tried his best to dodge to the side, but Manda's last remaining eye flashed with a hint of smugness—he'd been tricked...

Manda abruptly stopped its forward-moving head, flipped its body, and lashed its tail directly at Zabuza's dodging position!

Zabuza finally relaxed. "Heh, so the last thing I thought of before I died was those two little brats? How pathetic of me."

He thought of the friends he met at the Hidden Mist Ninja Academy, who, like Naruto, dreamed of the future. He also had his own friends, brothers, and people he admired.

Unfortunately, the Blood Mist policy made me, who dreamed of being an ordinary genin, the only ninja to survive that year. The price was that I would never be myself again.

From then on, there was endless killing. No matter who it was, old or young, enemy or friendly ninja, he only thought about completing the mission.

He went from Chunin to Jonin, and then the Seven Ninja Swordsmen were almost wiped out by Mike Dai, so he became the new Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

Then, unable to accept the Blood Mist's policies, he chose to assassinate the Water Shadow, the idol he once admired most.

Looking back on this life, it's been so tiring, so exhausting. My hands are covered in blood. I'll definitely go to hell after I die, haha. The days I spent with those two little devils were some of the few happy times I've had in all these years.

Zabuza stood there, his eyes vacant, as Manda's tail was about to sweep across his body.

"Gah!"

A sharp scream rang out, like someone suddenly having their throat choked, brief and urgent.

Zabuza snapped out of his daze. The Manda was already far away, dust billowing, and a huge figure could be seen fighting it.

Heh, it seems I'll have to live a while longer burdened by my sins.

Zabuza exhaled and sat down on the ground, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.