I, Uchiha, will not be whitewashed!

Chapter 108 I Can't Refuse!

Shuoge stopped, turned to the side, and gestured with his chin toward the bushes beside him.

In the pile of dead leaves behind the bushes, there was a person curled up—to be precise, the body of a child.

An eight or nine-year-old boy, dressed in ordinary clothes from a Konoha villager, his shirt soaked in blood.

He died as a result of Orochimaru's Konoha Crush plan; his house collapsed, and rubble struck his chest, rupturing his internal organs and killing him instantly.

When a person has just died, their skin is still warm and their blood has not yet completely coagulated.

"Prepared for you. Fresh."

Orochimaru's gaze fell on the corpse, lingered for a moment, and then returned to Sakugo's face.

His lips curled into his usual smile, but the temperature in his eyes dropped two degrees.

"I didn't expect you to care so much about my health, Sakugo-kun." He paused. "Unfortunately, my Reincarnation Jutsu isn't something just anyone can withstand. Chakra capacity, mental resilience, and physical compatibility are all essential. This brat—" "Sorry, I might not have explained it clearly." Sakugo interrupted him, reaching out to remove his Anbu mask and tucking it into his waistband.

His scarlet pupils were exposed to the moonlight, and three tomoe slowly rotated in the depths of his eyes. They were not kaleidoscopes, but just ordinary three-tomoe jewels.

But the sense of oppression only intensified.

"I'm not discussing this with you."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze. Kabuto released his hand from Orochimaru's arm, his fingers slightly bent, and pale blue scalpel chakra condensed at his fingertips.

The Sound Four simultaneously spread out, with Sakon and Ukon blocking Orochimaru's sides, Kidomaru jumping onto a tree branch, Tayuya gripping his flute, and Jirobo clenching his fists, his Earth Release chakra accumulating beneath his feet.

Four people, from four directions, surrounded Shuoge in the middle.

No one gave orders, no one shouted slogans, and their movements were so synchronized that it looked like they had rehearsed countless times.

Orochimaru didn't speak, but just looked into Sakugo's eyes.

Sakugo moved. His movement was very small; he merely shifted his gaze from Orochimaru, glanced at Kabuto, and then at the Sound Four.

The Mangekyou Sharingan activated silently, three black crescent moons appearing in the red pupils, arranged in a triangle, slowly rotating. The power of the eye poured forth from its sockets—not as an attack, but as an overwhelming force.

"The dog behaves better when its owner speaks."

Buzz—

Kabuto's pupils dilated, the chakra in his scalpel dissipated, his body swayed twice, then he knelt on the ground with a thud, fell to his side, and curled up in a pile of fallen leaves, his glasses askew.

Kidomaru fell from the tree branch, breaking a low shrub. Tayuya's flute slipped from her hand, Jirobo's fists drooped, and Sakon and Ukon slid to the ground against the tree trunk.

The five people lost consciousness at the same time, and the sound of them falling to the ground was almost simultaneous.

There was no struggle, no resistance, as if someone had turned off the light.

Orochimaru's expression finally changed. Not out of fear, but out of surprise. His usual smile remained, but the muscles around his eyes tensed for a moment.

He looked at Shuoge, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the three black crescent moons.

"Sakugo-kun is quite a surprise." His voice was still hoarse, but lower than before. "I always thought your forte was swordsmanship. I never imagined your illusion techniques—were so astounding."

Shuoge closed his eyes, then opened them again. The Mangekyou Sharingan faded, and his pupils returned to black. He put his mask back on, the knife marks on it gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Not using it often doesn't mean he can't; it just means that for him, a knife... is more convenient for killing.

Moreover, he was the one who introduced Shisui and Itachi to the basics of genjutsu.

"You can begin your performance now." Shuoge stepped back and gestured for him to begin.

Orochimaru stared at the corpse on the ground for a long time.

There's no indication that anything was tampered with.

It was indeed recently deceased; the skin was still elastic and there were no signs of rigor mortis.

The indentation in his chest makes it easy to imagine the cause of death: the house collapsed, rubble hit his chest, his internal organs ruptured, and he died on the spot.

The chakra capacity is unknown, the mental resilience is unknown, and the physical compatibility is unknown.

But his body had reached its limit; his injuries were worsening, and his body was exhausted. They were only a few miles from Konoha Village, and pursuers could appear at any moment.

He didn't have time to choose, or rather, he didn't have the right to refuse.

Orochimaru lowered his head, the smile slowly fading from his lips, replaced by a rare hint of resentment. He loosened his collar, revealing his chest. The skin was split open, not a wound, but a sign that a snake was shedding its skin.

"Since it's Mr. Shuoge's good intention—"

His body split open from the inside, and a large white serpent emerged from the crack. It was pure white, and its scales were covered with viscous fluid.

The snake's body broke free from Orochimaru's original form, twisted in the air, and burrowed into the mouth of the child's corpse on the ground.

The corpse's body convulsed violently, the depression in its chest filled in at a visible speed, the bruises on its skin faded, and its complexion changed from pale to rosy.

About a minute later, the corpse opened its eyes.

The pupils are black, not Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils.

Orochimaru sat up from the ground, looked down at his hands, a child's hands, thin fingers, calluses from never having held a kunai.

He clenched his fist, but his strength was not great, and his chakra was not strong either.

He stood up, two heads shorter than Shuoge. He looked up at Shuoge, a smile returning to his lips, but it seemed somewhat out of place on a child's face.

"Shugo-kun, aren't you afraid I'll turn on you after I'm reincarnated?"

Shuoge didn't answer. He pulled a black cloak from his ninja tool pouch and tossed it over. "Put this on. Think about how to get back to your snake den first; it's not safe here."

Orochimaru caught the cloak, draped it over his shoulders, and pulled the hood over his head, covering most of his face.

Shuoge turned and walked deeper into the woods. "There's a caravan ahead; camouflage is something you excel at."

Orochimaru followed. Behind them, in the pile of fallen leaves, Kabuto and the Sound Four remained unconscious. Moonlight shone on their bodies, making them look like lifeless shells.

Shuoge walked ahead, his eyes behind the mask not looking at Orochimaru.

The reason he wanted Orochimaru to reincarnate in front of him was not because he wanted to control anything, but because he needed to confirm something.

We've confirmed that Orochimaru won't die here, that Sasuke has three years to grow, and that the Uchiha clan won't experience another internal conflict due to the plot changes.

"They've really gone to great lengths to prepare!"

Orochimaru jumped onto the wagon loaded with goods. The Sound Four and Kabuto Yakushi's genjutsu was dispelled. The group disguised themselves as grooms and guards, escorting the caravan away from Konoha Village.

Although Orochimaru had just been reincarnated and his body was still in the adaptation phase, and the body that Sakugo found for him was just something he picked up randomly.

But this doesn't mean that just anyone can challenge Orochimaru.

As long as you avoid Jiraiya.

Orochimaru will then be able to leave the Land of Fire safely.