Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

He should know better than anyone how much he used to despise and scorn this false peace.

This kind of reminder is completely unnecessary.

unless......

Sasuke's breath hitched at that moment.

Unless, your future self believed in this path?

"Oh......"

Sasuke slowly clenched his fist and let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

He took one last look at the stone tablet, then resolutely turned and walked out of the secret chamber.

He would not acknowledge such a false peace.

Absolutely not.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he quickly left Konoha.

.........

Country of Fields, Village of Sound.

Deep underground, in a dimly lit, secret room, suppressed roars echoed intermittently.

"Ugh... Ahh..."

Orochimaru slumped on a cold stone seat, his hands, which should have been used to explore the truth of the world, now hung limply at his sides like two pieces of rotten wood.

The skin had long since lost its color, turning an ominous gray-black, and the stark white bones could even be seen beneath the necrotic muscle tissue.

There were no wounds, and no bleeding.

But the pain that comes from the depths of the soul is far more intense than any physical injury.

It was a feeling as if an invisible flame was burning and gnawing at you inch by inch from the inside out.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's "Dead Demon Seal" not only sealed his technique, but also left a curse on the souls of his arms.

"Lord Orochimaru."

Kabuto pushed a surgical cart and appeared silently beside Orochimaru. His face showed no extra emotion. He calmly injected a syringe containing a purple medicine into Orochimaru's arm.

"The effectiveness of painkillers is getting worse and worse."

Kabuto states a fact: "Your body is also nearing its limit."

He paused, pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold light.

"But rest assured, I have already prepared a new 'container' for you."

"Cough...cough cough..."

Orochimaru coughed violently, his voice hoarse, "Is that so...?"

He slowly raised his golden snake eyes, looking at his most capable assistant, his voice full of exhaustion, "This is truly... a sorry sight."

However, the moment he finished speaking, a cold voice rang out behind them without warning, filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"It's more than just a mess."

"How ugly, Orochimaru."

"Who goes there?!"

Kabuto's reaction was incredibly fast. Almost the instant the sound rang out, several poisoned senbon needles were already flying from his hand and heading towards the source of the sound.

However, those senbon needles, which were enough to easily pierce through steel plates, were bounced off in mid-air by an invisible force and scattered helplessly on the ground.

Dou's pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned around sharply, staring intently at the figure that had appeared at the laboratory door at some unknown time.

A young man dressed in a black shihaka outfit, with two swords hanging at his waist, stood with his arms crossed, watching them indifferently.

It was as if...it appeared out of thin air.

"Sasuke...kun?"

The moment Orochimaru saw that figure, the pain on his face was replaced by a morbid ecstasy.

"Kimimaro!" Kabuto's voice suddenly turned sharp.

Almost at the same time, from another shadow in the room, a white figure appeared like a ghost.

Without further ado, a bone spur gleaming with a chilling light emerged from the palms of both his hands.

However, Sasuke didn't even flinch in the face of this fatal blow.

"stop."

A hoarse voice stopped Kimimaro's movements.

The sharp bone spur stopped less than an inch from Sasuke's chest, unable to advance any further.

Kimimaro slowly retracted the bone spike, his face showing confusion and bewilderment, but he still retreated back into the shadows without hesitation.

"hehe......"

Orochimaru let out a soft, enigmatic laugh as he looked at Sasuke, his snake-like eyes filled with the fervor of someone admiring a perfect work of art.

"This really surprises me, Sasuke-kun."

Orochimaru's voice was still hoarse, "I thought it would take you longer to find this place."

"I'm not interested in hide-and-seek."

Sasuke slowly walked forward and finally stopped in front of the high-backed chair, looking down at the man huddled in it.

"I came here just to confirm one thing."

"Oh?"

"The whereabouts of Itachi Uchiha".

Orochimaru looked at the boy in front of him, slowly grinned, and revealed a sickly smile.

Want to know?

He stuck out his long tongue and licked his chapped lips. "Of course, I can even help you deal with him."

"But, in exchange..."

“You have no right to negotiate with me,” Sasuke interrupted him directly.

"All you have to do now is answer my questions."

These words made Kabuto, the Pharmacist, instinctively tighten his grip on the scalpel.

However, Orochimaru simply smiled.

"Hehe...that's true."

He slowly leaned back in his chair, frankly acknowledging his weakness at that moment.

"Alright alright."

Orochimaru's snake-like eyes gleamed with cunning. "I can tell you his information, and I can even tell you everything I know."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"But not now. Please wait for me to get a new body, Sasuke-kun. At that time, I will hold nothing back."

"..."

Sasuke remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded slightly.

"it is good."

"What a... increasingly fascinating child."

Orochimaru murmured to himself as he watched Sasuke's figure, his vertical pupils radiating a fanaticism that almost overflowed from his eyes.

Kabuto Yakushi quickly stepped forward, supported Orochimaru's weakened body, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Orochimaru, shall we begin the Reincarnation now?"

"Ah."

Orochimaru responded and, supported by Kabuto, walked step by step to the other end of the laboratory, where everything had already been prepared.

As Sasuke Uchiha was about to step out of the darkness, he paused slightly.

He stood there quietly, watching the immortality ritual that he saw as filthy, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Please wait."

Sasuke slowly turned his head to the side.

The white-haired boy had somehow emerged from the shadows and stood behind him.

"Sasuke-kun, Lord Orochimaru is very fond of you."

He paused, seemingly considering how to phrase it.

"Although I cannot understand what it is about a soul as arrogant and disrespectful as yours that Lord Orochimaru would 'cherish' so much..."

Kimimaro's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the two swords at Sasuke's waist.

"But I only need to know one thing."

His voice regained its calm, "Lord Orochimaru chose you as his next 'vessel,' and I..."

"We must confirm whether you are qualified."

Before Sasuke could respond, Kimimaro's figure had already left an afterimage in the spot!

A bone spur, gleaming with a chilling light, had already emerged from his palm, silently aiming for the heart of young Sasuke.

"Dance of the Tang Pine".

Kabuto Yakushi stood at a distance, his eyes slightly narrowed behind his glasses, calmly watching everything.

This is one of Kimimaro's strongest thrusting techniques, with both speed and penetrating power reaching their peak.

This distance, this timing...

There's no way to avoid it.

Just as the sharp bone spur was about to touch his chest—