The third generation Hokage sent Danzo to jail at the beginning

"Sasuke, I've been..."

"Feel sorry."

Sasuke interrupted the girl's confession and rejected her very clearly: "Sorry."

Sakura's breathing stopped for a moment, and her cheeks quickly turned red.

Three seconds of silence felt like three years.

"Haha, I'm just kidding." Sakura put her hands on the pillow and laughed mischievously.

"Oh~ Let's go home~" Sakura turned and walked towards home.

Sasuke stood there and watched Sakura leave.

In the distance, the sound of Sakura's door closing could be heard. Sasuke looked up at the moon, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'goodbye. '

From now on, there are many roads leading from north to south. You go to Xiaoxiang and I go to Qin.

The backyard of Konoha's sanatorium was shrouded in a hazy moonlight. The pipe of the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, flickered in the darkness, and beside him stood the 6.66-meter-tall giant Whitebeard.

"I'm here, Hokage-sama." Sasuke stepped out from the shadows, carrying a simple duffel bag and Orochimaru's Kusanagi sword on his waist. He saluted the Hokage.

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded and asked with concern: "Have you said goodbye to your friends and teachers?"

Sasuke's voice was calm as he replied, "I've said goodbye."

"Kuhahaha, then, Hokage, I'll take Sasuke with me." Whitebeard's heroic laughter shook the cherry blossoms in the courtyard to the ground. His coat rustled in the wind, and the huge naginata stuck beside him shone with a cold light.

This was good, at least the two brothers didn't have to fight each other to death. Sarutobi Hiruzen took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled: "Please take care of him, Lord Whitebeard."

"Kuhahaha, don't worry, I understand your concern for the child, Hokage."

"Ninjutsu, portal technique!"

The Third Hokage shouted, and a swirling vortex suddenly appeared in the air again.

Sasuke widened his eyes, and his Sharingan opened unconsciously: This kind of space-time ninjutsu that can travel between the two worlds is much more powerful than Flying Thunder God, no wonder he is the strongest Hokage.

Sure enough, nothing could be copied.

"Hahaha, it's exactly the same as the portal form of Ace's Flame-Flame Fruit, why is the name different?" Whitebeard observed and commented with interest.

It's the same thing. I was complaining in my heart, but I didn't want to break my character in front of the children. Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't say anything.

The vortex gradually expanded to a size large enough to accommodate the giant, and finally formed a picture that changed from blurry to clear. The picture was exactly a seaside city.

It was also late at night over there, with tall towers, an empty port, the salty and humid sea breeze blowing through, and patrolling marines.

It's still that naval base.

"Then, farewell."

Whitebeard stepped in with Sasuke.

The scene switched, and when Sasuke opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a salty sea breeze. They were standing on an unfamiliar pier, and in the distance they could hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

"White-Whitebeard!!!"

Screams of terror pierced the night air. The patrolling marines, as if they had seen a ghost, collapsed to the ground, while others scrambled away, their torches dropping to the ground with crackling sounds.

Sasuke drew the Kusanagi sword from his waist, frowned and asked: "Is it an enemy?"

"Don't worry about it." Whitebeard sat on the ground. He patted the empty space beside him, motioned Sasuke to sit down as well, and said with a smile: "Just wait for Ace to pick us up."

A long ship's whistle blew from the distant sea. In the moonlight, the outline of the Moby Dick gradually became clear, its sails fluttering in the night wind, like a giant white whale cruising on the black sea.

Chapter 113 Orochimaru Goes on a Mission

Hokage's office.

The morning sun shines through the window onto the floor.

The Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen sat behind a large desk, flipping open a mission scroll and saying, "This is Konoha's second mission to another world. Orochimaru, you must complete it. Itachi received a five-star rating from the client last time."

Orochimaru, wearing the uniform of a Konoha Jonin, leaned against the window, his golden snake eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers flipped through the mission information.

He was somewhat disappointed to see that it was not Ocean World, but he was actually looking forward to communicating with his colleagues there.

That Vegapunk, I really want to meet him.

However, this Demon Slayer World is also pretty good, and it has certain characteristics.

The enemy craves immortality. While his true power is average, he possesses a remarkable ability to survive. He has a group of brainwashed subordinates who hope to resolve the drawbacks of his immortality technique. He was once killed instantly by a master, and this has left him with a deep grudge...

Tsk. Why does it sound familiar?

The employer's only request was for Konoha to get rid of the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji, and there were no other additional requirements.

Orochimaru flipped to the next page and saw that the employer himself had no money. He questioned: "Has Konoha... become a charity organization?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen had to explain to his apprentice the client's mysterious ghost-like state, and that the one who would contact Orochimaru would only be the employer's real-life agent.

Also, the young agent named Kamado Tanjiro is currently of relatively low status in the Demon Slayer Corps, so Orochimaru, you have to pay more attention to him this time.

"Orochimaru, if you want a reward, just ask the Demon Slayer Corps leader and have him exchange it all for gold and bring it back. He will definitely pay you. The swordsmanship there is also a specialty. You can collect some when you have time."

In this case, the workload is actually quite large, and the communication cost is also a cost. It will take some time just to gain the trust of the payer.

This is such a troublesome and tedious commission. No wonder the old man arranged for me to take action this time.

Orochimaru nodded, then thought for a moment: "Okay, can I bring an assistant? Kabuto or my former subordinates will do, but not Red Bean."

There is no need to do this kind of task yourself, just control the general direction.

It is best to outsource it.

After all, leaving Konoha aside, the employer's own combat power is enough. The only trouble is to find and kill the Demon King.

Sarutobi Hiruzen replied, "No, you have to go by yourself this time. They have their own work."

Being rejected, Orochimaru did not argue with the Hokage and said: "In that case, let's set off now."

His attitude was very upright, which made Sarutobi Hiruzen nod repeatedly with a pleased smile on his face: "Orochimaru, you are worthy of being my favorite disciple. You really have the will of fire."

As soon as he goes on a mission, he becomes Jiraiya's favorite disciple again. Does he know about this?

Sarutobi Hiruzen began to make hand seals, and then shouted: Ninja Gate Jutsu!

The space suddenly twisted, and a swirling red vortex began to appear. Through the twisted space, a small Edo-style town could be vaguely seen, with several pedestrians in kimonos hurriedly passing by.

Orochimaru's eyes were drawn to this portal that could travel through the world. He couldn't help but touch it with his hand and said with emotion: "It's really amazing, teacher."

"Just wait patiently in this small town. Tanjiro will come to receive you."

"it is good."

Before leaving, Sarutobi Hiruzen emphasized again: "Orochimaru, remember. Don't mess up other people's worlds, and don't affect Konoha's reputation."

At this point, Sarutobi Hiruzen was still a little worried, and he made it clearer: "We will have to take orders in the future! There are more than just one or two other worlds."

Orochimaru waved his hand: "Teacher, don't worry. I already have a complete plan."

Orochimaru stepped into another world.

As the vortex closed, the office returned to peace. The Third Hokage looked at the empty teleportation point. This was Orochimaru's first solo mission since his return. He just hoped there wouldn't be any trouble.

My beloved disciple, please stop being a bad person, or I won’t save you again.

Sent a message to the small group: Orochimaru has set off, come to pick someone up.

Jiguo Yuanyi immediately replied: OK, I will send a dream to Xiaotan right away.

The Hokage started his day's work.

……

Wait, wait a minute.

As soon as Orochimaru arrived in the Demon Slayer world, he put away the Konoha Jonin uniform and changed back into the boss suit. The big purple belt was in line with his aesthetic taste.

Walking through the streets of the small town, Orochimaru's bossy aura cast an eerie silence upon the town. The vendors unconsciously held their breath, children hid in their mothers' arms, and even the stray cats on the side of the road fled in terror.

Until Orochimaru walked to a dilapidated house on the edge of the town.

"This, this traveler..." A white-haired old man finally couldn't help but say, "That house is, it's a haunted house!"

Orochimaru licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, "I know it's a haunted house."

"The smell of blood is as strong as a newly opened slaughterhouse." He chuckled and said, "You are quite lucky."

These words startled the enthusiastic old man, and he no longer dared to talk to the traveler in front of him, whose temperament alone showed that he was a bad guy.

The door of the mansion creaked in the wind, as if issuing a silent warning. However, Orochimaru pushed open the rotten wooden door without hesitation, and the strong smell of rust hit him in the face.

"I'm so lucky... I can see this right after I get here." He murmured softly. The moment he stepped into the darkness, the door behind him closed automatically with a 'bang'.

Light filtered through the dilapidated window frames, casting a few mottled shadows on the ground. Orochimaru's footsteps echoed throughout the empty mansion, stirring up tiny clouds of dust with each step.

"Where are you? Won't you come out?" His voice spread in the darkness, with a playful tone like a cat and mouse.

He suddenly turned around and burst out with murderous intent.

The pale female demon froze in place, her crimson eyes filled with fear. Her mind went blank—an ordinary human who had strayed into a den of demons? No, absolutely not. The Demon Slayer Corps? No, no, no, absolutely not. This suffocating, oppressive feeling must belong to a demon of a higher rank!

"Sir..." The man-eating evil ghost couldn't help but speak.

Orochimaru subsided his murderous intent slightly and looked at the strange creature in front of him with interest: "It's obviously a very excellent cell structure, but it turns to ashes just because of sunlight."

With a scientist's enthusiasm in his eyes, he continued to comment: "What an interesting physiological defect."

The evil spirit regained consciousness and finally confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed a human being, and did not have the Nichirin Sword, so he was definitely not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

A feeling of anger and shame rushed into my heart.

"Bastard!"

The demon let out an ear-piercing scream and swung its claws towards Orochimaru.

Chapter 114 Orochimaru is complained about

The next second, the demon had fallen to the ground, her limbs twisted at strange angles. Orochimaru slowly lifted her by the scruff of the neck, like a disobedient cat.

"Let's do an experiment." He smiled and pushed open the door, and the dazzling sunlight poured in.

The demon wailed shrilly and quickly turned to ashes in the sunlight. Orochimaru stood at the junction of shadow and light, reflecting the scene in his golden vertical pupils.

In a dark corner, the murderous aura that had erupted from the house earlier had Tanjiro and his companions huddled together, trembling in fear. The suffocating pressure was a hundred times more terrifying than any other demon they had ever encountered.

"Is this the demon slayer your grandfather hired?" Zenitsu poked Tanjiro with a trembling finger, his voice lowered to a whisper, "He looks like the ultimate villain no matter how you look at him!"

The sound of teeth chattering could be heard from beneath Inosuke's pig-head mask. He clutched his swords tightly, "My intuition tells me... this guy is more dangerous than an Upper Rank! He's definitely a monster in human skin!"

Tanjiro wiped the sweat from his forehead and said uncertainly, "It should...it should be correct. That's exactly what the old man in the dream said..."

"In a dream?!" Zenitsu and Inosuke screamed in unison, and quickly covered each other's mouths.

"Shh—keep your voice down!" Tanjiro glanced nervously in the direction of the haunted house. "Ever since I joined the Demon Slayer Corps, there's been an old man training me in my dreams every night..."

Zenitsu's eyes widened. "What kind of old man? Could it be... a ghost?"

Tanjiro stroked his chin and recalled: "It's strange, when I first saw him, he was still a handsome big brother, but later he gradually turned into an old grandfather. It was not until the Infinity Train incident that I was sure that the old grandfather really existed..."

The last time was really exaggerated. Just as the Flame Pillar was about to die, Tanjiro suddenly fell asleep and killed the Upper Three.

The entire Demon Slayer Corps was shocked and excited. This was the first time in a hundred years that an Upper Moon had been killed. However, it was impossible to get Tanjiro back into that state, so the proposal to make Tanjiro the new Pillar was temporarily stuck. After all, he couldn't be a sleeping Pillar.

Zenitsu exchanged glances with a pig.

Is it...

"Wow!" Zenitsu hugged Inosuke, "This is definitely a ghost! An evil spirit is possessed!"

"Let me go, you coward!" Inosuke struggled desperately, then suddenly stopped as if remembering something. "Wait! Yellow-haired boy, aren't you also going to suddenly become powerful? You have a grandfather too?"

Zenitsu shook his head frantically: "We are different! What I said was... what I said was..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a mosquito-like hum.

At that moment, the door of the haunted house suddenly creaked. The three of them froze in place, their breathing stagnating.

Orochimaru's slender figure appeared at the corner of the street, his eyes accurately locked onto the corner where the three people were hiding.

His voice was as smooth as a venomous snake, making people feel creepy when listening to it: "Who is Tanjiro?"