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Secret Underground Research Base.
"Chidori!"
Amidst the thunderous flash and the sound of birds, a bolt of lightning streaked across. Inside the base, Uchiha Yoru's Sharingan with Two Tomoe glowed as he completed his Chidori thrust with one hand. The figure struck by the attack instantly turned into yellow mud, and in a flash, the straight sword at his waist was already out of its sheath.
Clang, clang~
In an instant, the straight sword clashed with a kunai. The next moment, Uchiha Yoru's figure, swift as lightning, charged forward without hesitation, his expert swordsmanship leaving only a trail of cold light.
And in that cold light was Orochimaru. At this moment, Orochimaru wore a casual, twisted smile, holding a kunai in both hands to continuously block the attacks.
"Your swordsmanship is impressive. If you could master the lightning nature chakra transformation, you would be able to fully unleash the true power of this sword."
Orochimaru gave a fair evaluation, and the next moment, the blade of light sliced through. Instantly, Orochimaru transformed into a mud clone. Seeing this, Uchiha Yoru let out a surprised cry. The horror of the Sannin was undeniable; the speed of his hand seals was flawless, after all, the seal proficiency in Orochimaru's records had reached the maximum.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
With a loud shout, Orochimaru suddenly appeared in the air. With a single hand seal, he spewed out a powerful hurricane.
Uchiha Yoru below only realized it too late. Seeing the approaching gale, he could only hastily make a defensive move.
Rumble~
In an instant, the earth cracked, and the hurricane swept away a layer of the ground.
Finally, in the swirling smoke, Orochimaru slowly landed, his hoarse laughter echoing as he looked at the figure in the smoke.
"Heh heh, this is the terror of a Bloodline Limit, isn't it? Your talent seems to have been unlocked with the advancement of your Bloodline Limit. In just two short months, your chakra talent, both in quantity and control, has surpassed that of ordinary ninja."
With a hoarse laugh, Orochimaru looked at the figure in the smoke with a peculiar, appreciative gaze, his low, deep laughter following.
"Interesting, very interesting. Indeed, the human body holds infinite treasures."
In fact, it wasn't just Bloodline Limit families. Some ordinary ninja, who were average at first, would suddenly show exceptional talent in a certain field after reaching a certain critical point and breaking through.
And with Bloodline Limits, this phenomenon seemed even more pronounced. Whenever they awakened or advanced, their bodies would undergo a significant enhancement. A typical example was 'Haku,' who, upon fully awakening his Bloodline Limit, instantly killed everyone (he was very weak before fully awakening).
As the dust settled, Uchiha Yoru coughed repeatedly, his entire body throbbing with pain. He gritted his teeth and walked out, looking at Orochimaru, who was smiling strangely from a distance, and he laughed bitterly. "Orochimaru-sensei, you were a bit too harsh, weren't you?"
The C-Rank Ninjutsu, in Orochimaru's hands, was like a hurricane. Of course, he had held back, but the gale had hit him directly, and at that moment, Uchiha Yoru could clearly feel that he could hardly breathe. The hurricane swept over him like entering a gravity field, and his body felt as if it had been scraped by a steel ball.
It hurt like hell!
Looking at his cheap disciple, Uchiha Yoru, Orochimaru revealed a strange, hoarse smile. "Heh heh, Yoru, your recent growth has been excellent."
After saying this, Orochimaru's body suddenly turned into a puff of smoke, making Uchiha Yoru, who was watching from a distance, laugh bitterly. A Shadow Clone Jutsu, truly incredible.
Without truly experiencing it, one could not understand the terror of Shadow-Level Strength. It was on a completely different level. Uchiha Yoru, who had been secretly muttering, truly could not understand how Uchiha Itachi, upon awakening his Mangekyou Sharingan, could instantly defeat Orochimaru.
Genius? Geniuses come in different levels.
Looking at his tattered clothes, Uchiha Yoru, feeling the pain, went to change into a new set of clothes, muttering, "These clothes are so expensive."
...
With a creak, the door opened, and in the laboratory, Orochimaru was carefully mixing a test tube. Uchiha Yoru, who had entered, had already changed into new clothes and, familiarly, picked up a document from the side.
Looking at the document in his hand, Uchiha Yoru began to take notes and said to Orochimaru, "Orochimaru-sensei, the Police Department's Seventh Squad will follow your orders from now on."
Orochimaru, who was closely monitoring his experiment, clearly showed a change in expression, then revealed a hoarse smile.
"Heh heh, I have received the Uchiha's sincerity, but I wonder under what circumstances this so-called order will be given?"
Hearing this, Uchiha Yoru smiled directly. "Orochimaru-sensei, the squad leader of the Seventh Squad is me, so naturally, I will follow your orders."
In other words, although I am from the Uchiha, I am now completely tied to you, sensei.
Hearing this, Orochimaru's hoarse laugh turned into an evil smile as he slowly put down his work and turned to look at his cheap disciple, then laughed.
"The Seventh Squad seems to have become a sieve."
Indeed! Uchiha Yoru was secretly alarmed. He knew that Orochimaru must have already had a clear understanding of Konoha's recent movements.
The Seventh Squad, although a gift from the Uchiha clan to Orochimaru, had also been infiltrated by various forces. After all, major clans never bet on just one horse.
"Heh heh, sensei, you can rest assured. The Seventh Squad still has a group of elite Uchiha."
In other words, sensei, you can rest assured. The Seventh Squad will handle any troublesome tasks from the roots, as he clearly referred to the elite group led by Shisui.
"Heh heh, Yoru, do you know what I saw in your eyes the first time I met you?"
Orochimaru suddenly showed a strange smile, and Uchiha Yoru, seeing this, showed a curious expression and asked, "Please tell me, sensei."
As for being wary of Orochimaru? The difference in strength was too great, and no amount of caution would make a difference.
Especially after this period of interaction, Orochimaru's unique charisma was indeed very appealing and reassuring, especially to those with value. More importantly, Orochimaru had not yet developed a pathological obsession with the Sharingan.
Orochimaru extended his tongue and maliciously licked his lips, looking at Uchiha Yoru with a hoarse laugh.
"Heh heh, Yoru, your eyes are filled with greed and an endless thirst for power!"
Greed! The thirst for power!
For such an evaluation, Uchiha Yoru was only momentarily stunned, then he smiled. He had never hidden these feelings. After all, in this dangerous ninja world, even Jounin dare not claim to control their own fate, let alone someone from the Uchiha clan. His greed was all for the sake of power.
"So, Orochimaru-sensei, do you have any plans for the current situation?"
Clearly, everything Konoha had done was out in the open, but Orochimaru seemed to have accepted it, not only not resisting but also hiding in the shadows. This was a point that puzzled him.
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