Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

Chapter 83 Now, I'm truly terrifyingly strong.

Squeak—

The sudden sound of the door opening seemed particularly abrupt in the dimly lit room.

The moonlight, like a thin layer of frost, streamed into the room through the cracks in the door. The furnishings inside seemed to be largely unchanged from when she left.

In the corner, the two puppets, father and mother, stood quietly side by side, with the scrolls on the workbench scattered around.

Chiyo's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, but stopped at the workbench.

Forbidden Technique: Reincarnation Scroll —

Missed.

"—Taking advantage of the chaos to sneak into someone's house and steal things." Chiyo narrowed her eyes and said to the side in the shadows, "That's hardly polite behavior, is it?"

Click-clack...

The Chikamatsu Ten, who had been prepared all along, appeared together.

The ten puppets quickly spread out in the cramped room, rapidly dispersing and sealing off every corner of the room.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

Countless senbon, coated with the unique venom of the Sand Village, burst forth from the sky.

At the same time, several melee puppets from the Chikamatsu Ten also pounced on them.

"Ding ding ding ding!!"

A crisp collision suddenly rang out in the room, but the figure in the shadows showed no sign of panic.

While precisely deflecting the oncoming senbon needles, he skillfully dodged, maneuvered, and retreated amidst the attacks of the three puppets.

Just as the puppets gathered again, a clear and indifferent voice rang out in the room.

"Elder Chiyo is being far too wary. I'm here to make a deal with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure suddenly stepped onto the wall, used the momentum to leap up, and landed steadily on the crossbeam above the door and window in a few light steps.

Moonlight streamed in from outside the door, finally illuminating his appearance.

It was an extremely unfamiliar face, with a pair of horns on its forehead, and pale skin that gave off an almost sickly, eerie feeling under the moonlight.

And those deep blue eyes were stunningly beautiful under the moonlight.

He's not from Sunagakure, nor does he resemble a Konoha ninja.

Who is this person?

"You are—the culprit who caused the One-Tailed Beast to go berserk, aren't you?"

Chiyo narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively.

The One-Tailed Beast had just gone berserk, plunging Sunagakure into chaos.

And this stranger appeared in her secret room.

To say that all of this was just a coincidence would be utterly absurd.

Moreover, apart from herself and Ebizo, no one in the entire Sunagakure village knew of her existence as a reincarnated being.

Where did this guy in front of me get this information from?

"Me? I am all-knowing and all-powerful." The person on the beam lowered his eyes slightly, his expression calm to the point of arrogance. "What you are thinking, I naturally know as well."

He turned his head slightly, his azure eyes staring directly at Chiyo, his gaze clear yet unfathomable.

"My target is the forbidden technique you developed."

really!

Chiyo's eyes sharpened, and the last trace of hesitation in her heart vanished at that moment.

Regardless of who this guy is or where he comes from, since he has already set his sights on Jisheng Reincarnation, we absolutely cannot let him leave alive.

That was the ninjutsu she prepared for Sasori.

That child—she has already wronged him too much.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Three white-clad puppets leaped out simultaneously.

Buddha, Dharma, Sangha.

The three puppets quickly took their positions in a triangular formation, their chest and abdominal mechanisms activating simultaneously, and a powerful surge of chakra energy suddenly coalesced between them.

"Puppet Technique: Three Treasures Absorption!"

boom!!

A chakra storm suddenly erupted from the center of the formation, as if it would engulf the person in front of it and everything in the room into the core of the storm in the next second.

But just as the ninjutsu was about to be fully activated...

"Elder Chiyo, I told you, I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Since you are so wary, then I will tell you some news."

"I know where your grandson, Sasori of the Red Sand, is."

!

In an instant.

The wind stopped.

The violent chakra suction suddenly stopped, and the swirling debris in the room fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

Chiyo was caught off guard by the news. Her eyes, which had been weathered by battles and the passage of time and had long since become indifferent to life and death, finally showed emotion at this moment.

"Where's Scorpion?!"

"Are you Scorpion's ally?"

"Or...did he send you?"

At this moment, Chiyo was no longer as calm as she had been before.

On that aged face, vigilance and killing intent remained, but even more so, there was an almost uncontrollable urgency.

Finding the Red Sand Scorpion was the last obsession of this elderly woman, who was over fifty and had long been accustomed to life and death.

Her son died.

Her daughter-in-law also died.

Later, the Third Kazekage disappeared, the situation in Sunagakure became turbulent, and undercurrents surged within the village.

She no longer had much attachment to this village.

The only one who could truly capture her heartstrings was that handsome young man with flowing red hair.

That grandson she once held, taught, and also owed a debt to.

Sasori of the Red Sand.

Answer me.

Chiyo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions.

"Scorpion—where is he?"

"The Land of Rivers—"

Orochimaru stood with his arms crossed at the edge of a large canyon, his golden vertical pupils gazing silently into the distance.

Further ahead lies the direction of the Land of Wind.

The last time I came here was during the Second Shinobi World War, when I came here with Jiraiya and Tsunade to stop Sunagakure.

Unlike the industrialized landscape of the Land of Rain, the scenery here is more like a vast painting sculpted by nature itself.

With its lush vegetation and complex terrain, the entire country is practically an ideal natural secret base.

Even Orochimaru himself had set up several secret research bases in the Land of Rivers during the Second Shinobi World War.

"Lord Orochimaru, our current goal is—?"

Suzaku Nara walked to Orochimaru's side, following his own gaze towards the distant Land of Wind, a hint of hesitation still lingering in his expression.

The Konoha army has now arrived in the Land of Rivers.

The defensive line at Mount Kikyo in the rear was stretched extremely long, making the supply lines dangerous and vulnerable.

Whether it's transporting supplies, transferring the wounded, or coordinating subsequent personnel, all of these will become major problems.

Continuing to advance is tantamount to actively penetrating the territory of the Sand Village.

If Sunagakure quickly restores order after the One-Tailed Beast goes berserk, then their Konoha force of less than a thousand people may find themselves trapped in a predicament of being isolated deep in enemy territory.

Orochimaru simply withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent.

"Standing guard in the land of rivers."

He said, "This is the final destination..."

"But—our numbers and supplies—" Nara Suzaku paused, instinctively wanting to continue persuading.

However, before he could finish speaking, Orochimaru raised a hand and interrupted him.

"This war."

"That marked the end of the Third Shinobi World War."

The end?

With just this one unit?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but looking at Orochimaru's unwavering face, he swallowed his words in the end.

"----yes."

Suzaku Nara bowed his head and obeyed.

"I will go and arrange for the troops to be stationed there, as well as the subsequent construction of the positions."

After saying that, he turned and left, quickly going to coordinate the deployment of the Konoha army.

At the edge of the canyon, Orochimaru was soon the only one left.

The night breeze stirred the hem of his clothes.

He gazed silently at the Konoha ninjas below who were beginning to move, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the flickering flames, as if he were seeing some people and events that had long since passed away.

The past is like the wind.

All promises will come to an end here.

"However, Rasa, if you have the ability..."

'

"Even taking away my promise..."

After all, I'm incredibly strong right now.