This Naruto is a player

"Ah, it's been a long time, Jiraiya."

Orochimaru maintained a friendly smile on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing.

He was deceived.

This idea had already taken root—he had tried countless times to summon spirits in the previous half hour, but the reanimated forms of the first and second Hokage had all failed to react!

As expected, those two "Jonin" were suspicious!

Who is the murderer?

He has too many enemies.

Even those he trusts cannot be excluded!

His golden eyes swept coldly over the three who had just arrived.

The lingering effects of the recent battle in the distance are still palpable; even dozens of kilometers away, one can sense the bone-chilling aura of destruction. Now, the outcome is decided: Konoha wins.

Who is the winner?

Excluding Jiraiya and Kakashi

His gaze was fixed on the only blond-haired kid: he was probably the one who won.

After all, it was this kid who took away the first and second generation.

If I remember correctly, this kid is Sasuke's teammate, a genin brat who is only twelve or thirteen years old and taking the Chunin Exams for the first time.

It was already astonishing that they could suppress the rampaging One-Tailed Shukaku.

Only now did I realize that my understanding of the word "genius" was far too shallow—like a sophisticated instrument that had misjudged the limits of a certain dimension.

The truth became clear the moment the three appeared, especially the blond-haired guy.

Without needing any further intelligence, the "Konoha Crush Plan" has now come to an irreversible end.

Even more problematic is...

I'm afraid I won't be able to escape easily from Konoha's heavy encirclement.

Even if old man Sarutobi is soft-hearted, that glaring little blond guy will never give up easily.

Faced with such an absolute disparity in power, he had absolutely no chance of survival.

Orochimaru!

Jiraiya's voice was filled with suppressed pain and confusion: "Did you do all of this? Why?"

He couldn't believe that all of this was Orochimaru's scheme!

Even though Orochimaru had committed so many evil deeds in the past, he couldn't believe that Orochimaru would turn into such a heartless devil after killing his own teacher!

In Jiraiya's eyes, which were filled with complex emotions, there was even a hint of humble hope.

"Ha, this fool is still so stupidly naive."

Orochimaru sneered inwardly, lamenting that this good-for-nothing hadn't improved at all over the years.

However, upon seeing this, he had an idea: perhaps this way he could survive.

When it comes to lying, he's a master at manipulating people's hearts!

He tilted his head slightly, his golden snake eyes locking onto Jiraiya, his voice deep and clear, each word as if meticulously crafted.

"Ha, why?"

"Jiraiya, what do you think I did to stir up this storm, summon the dead, and challenge my teacher?"

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated roof and the chaotic examination hall below. His voice suddenly rose, taking on a somewhat boastful and impassioned tone.

"It's all for Konoha!"

"Look at Konoha now!"

"Dull, rotten, and stagnant! Like a stagnant pool, utterly devoid of vitality!"

Where have Konoha's former fangs gone? All their former sharpness has vanished!

"What is the reason for all this? It is the teacher's stupidity, compromise, and peace policy. It is these ridiculous weaknesses that have dragged Konoha into today's dead end!"

Konoha needs a baptism, a cataclysmic upheaval that can tear apart old wounds and remove the poison from the bone!

"Awakening the first and second generations, and challenging the teachers, are all for the purpose of making them see clearly, and also for making everyone see clearly!"

His gaze turned 'burning': 'Only under true disaster and suffering can new branches tear through the rotten bark!'

He stared directly into Jiraiya's eyes, a twisted "sincerity" in them: "Everything I've done is nothing more than injecting a powerful remedy into this stagnant giant tree! Tell me, Jiraiya, isn't this the deepest form of protection?"

"Pfft, hahaha—!"

Naruto, watching the show from afar, burst into unrestrained laughter.

If Snake Auntie were to respond with "You understand? Applause!", the scene would be legendary!

However, this is definitely a talented person, and perhaps I can use him!

Hey! Naruto!

Kakashi's dead fish eyes twitched wildly as he stared at Naruto, who was sitting on a small stool, legs crossed, spitting out sunflower seed shells.

"Teacher, would you like some?"

Naruto grinned and handed the bag of sunflower seeds to Kakashi.

A row of black lines appeared on Kakashi's forehead.

I wanted to remind this disciple: This is a battlefield.

But considering Naruto's current strength, he gave up.

Unlike the joy in this area, the air on the rooftops in other areas seemed to freeze, with only Orochimaru's chilling, venomous voice echoing in the background.

"What's wrong, Third Hokage?"

Orochimaru narrowed his golden snake eyes, leisurely admiring Hiruzen Sarutobi's face, which was covered with heavy wrinkles. "You have no way to refute my 'accusations'?"

As one of the legendary Sannin, the secrets he uncovered far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Was his previous accusations against the Third Generation leader just nonsense?

Do not!

Orochimaru truly wanted to save Konoha!

"Do you need me to tear open this rotten exterior, piece by piece, and show it to you, to the whole of Konoha?"

no respond.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's silence was as heavy as lead.

Orochimaru glanced discreetly at the white figure in the distance, deciding to drop the first bombshell.

Nine years ago.

His voice suddenly rose, "That 'shameful deal' of the Hyuga clan! Do I need to awaken everyone's memories at this moment?"

boom--

This word, like a forbidden incantation, instantly shattered the deathly silence!

Hiruzen Sarutobi's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The Hinata family? A shameful deal?

Naruto's mind immediately went on a high alert—a huge bombshell!

Where are the sunflower seeds from earlier?

Throw it away! Not enough!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone—no, unnoticed by anyone—Naruto swiftly and unexpectedly pulled a watermelon the size of a washbasin from his ninja tool pouch!

With a sharp "snap," the palm of his hand cleaved open like a knife!

With a "slurp," he picked up a large piece of bright red melon pulp, and like a professional melon eater, his eyes fixed intently on Orochimaru, his face full of...

Please elaborate!

Chapter 105 Naruto: Is there anything else I need to do?

A cold, mocking glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes.

Even though he betrayed Konoha, he still cared deeply about the village!

Over the years, as an outsider, he has seen things more clearly than anyone else, and therefore he has become increasingly intolerant of this deep-seated and festering disease!

As for the Hyuga clan's shameful deeds?

At that time, he had already defected, and this news was naturally told to him personally by his "close ally" Danzo as a topic of conversation to mock Hiruzen Sarutobi's incompetence.

The details may have been maliciously embellished by that old dog Danzo, but the cold, hard skeleton is chillingly real:

The Cloud Village delegation, under the guise of a "peace agreement," actually kidnapped Hinata, the eldest daughter of the Hyuga main family.

To protect his daughter and the dignity of his family, Hiashi Hyuga killed the kidnapper leader on the spot.

As a result, Kumogakure turned on them, threatening war and demanding that Konoha hand over the head of the murderer, Hyuga Hiashi.

And the result?

Hyuga Hizashi died on behalf of his brother!

Oh.

Konoha's second largest clan was forced to offer its head a life in order to negotiate peace, and only the intervention of its younger brother saved them from certain death.

In the end, Konoha achieved a humiliating peace!

Tsk tsk.

Nine years ago, the envoy from the Land of Lightning, in the name of peace...

Orochimaru finished recounting the bloody and humiliating history in a cold tone. His golden snake eyes pierced Hiruzen Sarutobi like needles.

The old face, covered in wrinkles, remained taut, and the complex emotions in his eyes were impossible to discern.