During the Roran ritual, Orochimaru achieved his long-sought transformation and emerged as the greatest victor—but the Serpentis didn't come away empty-handed either.
It had completely separated from Orochimaru, gained its own freedom, and more importantly, learned the Breath of the Sun—the very technique Orochimaru now most desired.
Sure, the price had been high: the destruction of most of its spiritual bodies and the need to enter deep sleep during the day to avoid the burning pain. But even so, the gains outweighed the losses.
If Orochimaru had been in its position, he would've gladly made the same trade.
And yet... the little creature didn't seem satisfied.
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BOOM BOOM BOOM—
The ground trembled violently. Thunder rumbled above, and waves of yellow sand exploded into the air.
Amid the choking dust, a massive shadow moved. The watching toads, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure, instinctively fell back several miles.
This battlefield was now far beyond their league. Any attempt to help would only lead to needless casualties. Even the most powerful summoning faction in the shinobi world—Mount Myoboku—could only watch and hope.
"Let's hope Orochimaru really is the one the old man foresaw..."
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It was the White Snake Sage who carried the battle now.
The Little White Snake's attacks were wild and primal, but deadly effective. The White Snake Sage relied on agility and refused to engage head-on.
Though she had extraordinary regenerative abilities, they still paled in comparison to her opponent. The Little White Snake had no vital points—it was one with its environment. As long as it had natural energy, it could endlessly repair itself.
How do you defeat something like this?
While evading, the White Snake Sage sent her question telepathically to Orochimaru.
"Pay close attention," Orochimaru replied, golden light flashing in his eyes. "It's not regenerating the way it did during the day. Every action—every injury—it suffers now drains its reserves."
But the reserves were massive. So massive, in fact, that even the White Snake Sage couldn't tell it was weakening.
"If this drags on until dawn, we may not even have a conclusion," she growled.
The battles of behemoths didn't end quickly. With enormous chakra reserves, potent natural energy, and innate recovery, their clashes could stretch for days.
Even Kaguya, after becoming the Ten-Tails, had battled her sons for over a month—tearing the world apart in the process.
And the White Snake sage knew she lacked the power to land a killing blow before sunrise. In a war of attrition, she would lose.
"Then the answer is simple," Orochimaru said, licking his lips. "We cause more damage."
He summoned Wood chakra through her body and smiled. "And I'll help you."
The White Snake Immortal immediately felt the change and flared in anger.
"What are you doing now!?"
"Helping you defeat it..." Orochimaru showed her a mental image. "This body needs to evolve—it's too limited in combat."
"Why should I listen to you!?" she roared in their shared mindscape.
"You really want to spend the rest of eternity hiding in Ryūchi Cave, avoiding battles like this?" Orochimaru's tone sharpened. "This won't be the last one."
He was right. The Little White Snake's survival method was terrifying. Even if its main body was destroyed, a few missed fragments could resurrect it—as it had done in Roran.
In many ways, the creature embodied luck and regeneration better than even the White Snake Sage herself.
She didn't like the forcefulness, but she understood the truth: if she kept resisting Orochimaru, she'd lose more than her pride.
"Fine," she muttered.
Orochimaru smirked and pushed forward.
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Transformation began.
Natural energy and chakra surged. Muscles twisted. Bones shifted. Her serpentine upper body straightened as arms burst forth—scaled and muscular.
The snake body, for all its power and flexibility, was poor for true combat. No arms meant no tools, no precise control, no weapons.
White Snake sage specialized in survival and regeneration, but Orochimaru came from the battlefield. He knew violence.
A loud BOOM interrupted the process as the Little White Snake slammed its head into her mid-transformation body. Though armored, the impact was brutal.
"Let me do this," she gasped, taking back control. "It's my body. I know how to use Easy Shape Body better than you. And if you keep pushing, I'll be seriously injured."
Orochimaru paused. She had realized something: he would take down this snake tonight—no matter what. And if she tried to fight him on this... she'd be the one to pay the price.
"Very well," he said, backing off.
As she resumed the transformation herself, Orochimaru recalled an old memory—when the Lamp God had first met him and seized control of his body to show off his power.
But that had ended in mutual understanding. With the White Snake Sage, things were never that simple.
"...Maybe I need to be more careful with her," he thought.
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The transformation continued.
To protect herself, the White Snake Sage burrowed into the sand, forming a cocoon of stone and earth. But the Little White Snake struck relentlessly, tearing it layer by layer.
Suddenly, the newly transformed forehead of the White Snake Sage burst through the cocoon—headbutting the Little White Snake.
It didn't work. The mass of the creature deflected it easily.
"Now what?" she muttered, retreating.
"Let me show you."
Orochimaru resumed control and began fortifying the upper body—coating it in shining silver scales, like armor under moonlight.
He eyed the newly formed chest, unimpressed.
"A masculine body is more efficient in battle. Fat doesn't help against swords."
The Little White Snake surged forward like a sandstorm, charging like a spear.
Orochimaru sidestepped with a twist of the tail, raised his hand, and summoned a massive golden hammer from the earth.
With a spinning strike, he brought it down.
CRACK.
The hammer struck the Little White Snake's midsection, bending it into a V-shape.
Each strike grew stronger, reinforced by breath control and Konoha's Taijutsu techniques.
The White Snake Sage was stunned.
"This strength... it's multiplying!"
"That's the power of humans," Orochimaru said calmly. "Not born strong, but capable of becoming strong."
Ninjutsu, chakra—these had limits. But taijutsu? That was the path to transcendence.
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BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The hammer rained down.
The sand exploded. Rocks shattered. The Little White Snake was prevented from fleeing underground.
The battle, for all its intensity, remained one-sided. The Little White Snake was no match in close combat and could not land a decisive blow with its sand control.
If it had been a real back-and-forth, the battlefield would've looked worse than Rain Village.
An hour passed.
The ground trembled—then stilled.
The Little White Snake, realizing it couldn't escape, severed its own body, letting both ends scatter and flee.
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Back in control, the White Snake sage swallowed fallen spores and sand to regenerate.
Heat surged through her. Her body, wounded from earlier, rapidly recovered.
She looked at the still-massive creature in the distance, eyes burning with hunger.
"Don't be in such a rush," Orochimaru warned from the jewel in her forehead.
He opened his mouth—and consumed most of the solar energy that still lingered in the desert.
Being closer to the Little White Snake in essence, he could absorb it more efficiently.
Across the field, the Little White Snake howled in fury.
Hisssss…
Its yellow-brown body lit up with countless glowing spots—like it had swallowed the stars themselves.
Orochimaru and the White Snake sage both tensed.
"It's preparing something…" she said.
"We can't let it finish," Orochimaru agreed.
She surged forward—but just then, four light points appeared in front of the Little White Snake. Human-sized, glowing figures.
"Wait," Orochimaru said sharply.
From the second light, a man in crimson armor opened his eyes.
"The day has come at last," he said. "The day Nagato has grown…"
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