In the dense jungle by the great lake of Amegakure, a fierce competition was underway. The selected bloodline ninjas—each representing a unique Kekkei Genkai—had been summoned for a large-scale, arena-style tournament.
In the world of shinobi, as in any organized society, power must be ranked. Titles, tasks, and assessments help establish order, especially within the same village. Even among strangers, knowing someone's mission history or ninja rank offers a rough idea of their strength.
But this tournament was different.
These were elite shinobi from across the world, each a Jōnin in their own village, each possessing a unique bloodline limit. They had never faced one another before. No prior history. No pecking order. Just uncertainty, pride, and power waiting to clash.
Naturally, no one wanted to yield.
So, under the orders of Nagato and Orochimaru, a combat assessment was arranged to determine superiority. An unspoken Chūnin Exam for the elite.
Most participants were reluctant. They weren't green Genin anymore. Their fighting styles were mature, refined, and—more importantly—full of secrets. To reveal one's capabilities was to offer a future enemy a way to kill you. But an order from Nagato and Orochimaru wasn't something to be ignored. Not when both were stronger than the legendary Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
And so the battles began.
With ample time to rest between duels and skilled medical-nin on standby, the tournament moved quickly. In just two days, most matchups had been decided. Now, only one final duel remained—a fight to crown the strongest.
"The two brats actually made it to the finals..." muttered Troy, a veteran magnetic-style user from Kumogakure.
His expression was sour as he watched bone spears clash with lightning bolts deep within the jungle canopy.
"Lava Release can counter Magnet Release to some extent," Kulian from Hoshigakure commented calmly, his spiked blonde hair like a beacon of collected wisdom. "But when it comes to Shikotsumyaku—the Corpse Bone Vein—it's a different story. That Kaguya boy… he's something else. His bloodline is awakened to an exceptional degree."
"He's dangerous," added Momiji, the blue-haired Crystal Release user. A delicate crystal flower bloomed in her palm, but her voice was grim. "That bone spear pierced through my crystal defenses like they were made of glass."
Crystal Release wasn't known for offense, but its defenses were top-tier—tougher than Magnet Release's iron or sand walls. And yet… the Kaguya boy had cut through them like paper.
All around, bloodline ninjas muttered and theorized, uneasy with the unknown prodigy.
"…He really is abnormal," came a voice—unfamiliar, yet instantly commanding.
Heads turned in unison.
"Orochimaru…"
They had never seen him before, but somehow, they knew. His presence wasn't loud or overwhelming. But that made it worse—there was nothing to sense, and yet their eyes could still perceive him. That contradiction alone proved his terrifying nature.
He was no longer a man. He was something else.
Even the most prideful bloodline users instinctively lowered their gazes. No one dared speak.
But Orochimaru wasn't concerned with petty reverence. His golden eyes were fixed on the forest, where Kimimaro and Darui continued their clash.
The fighting itself didn't impress him—but what it meant did.
"…As the Djinn predicted," Orochimaru whispered, licking his lips. "That Kaguya boy… we'll be meeting very soon."
He turned to the gathered shinobi.
"I appreciate you all for answering this call," he said smoothly. "As a reward, if any of you have questions about your bloodline ninjutsu, I'll provide guidance."
The statement sent a ripple of confusion through the group.
Some were intrigued. Others were skeptical.
Even if Orochimaru was powerful and well-versed in forbidden jutsu, guidance on all bloodline techniques? That seemed absurd—arrogant, even.
Especially for defectors from Kirigakure, where bloodline clans had once rebelled due to the divide between Kekkei Genkai users and common ninja. If bloodline techniques could be so easily taught or copied, there would never have been a war.
Still… no one challenged him.
Power speaks loudest in the shinobi world—and Orochimaru's power was deafening.
A heavy silence settled, until he smirked.
"Tch… such deep-rooted prejudice."
He wasn't surprised by their reactions. He had once believed the same thing: that Kekkei Genkai were untouchable legacies. But now? He intended to shatter that illusion.
He turned to Troy.
"You use Magnet Release, correct?"
Troy stepped forward respectfully. "Yes, Lord Orochimaru."
He'd seen Orochimaru fight before—during the last war, when the man had defeated the Fourth Raikage. But the gap between that version and the one standing here today was… unreal.
"Magnet Release, a fusion of wind and earth chakra…"
Orochimaru extended his hand. With a subtle motion, fine iron particles gathered into a tight sphere above his palm.
"Iron sand," someone muttered.
Then came gold. Copper. More and more iron balls gathered at his feet until Orochimaru's eyes lit up with understanding.
"Unlike Rasa's version, you don't manipulate materials—you use magnetic force. Then perhaps this is more suitable for you…"
He snapped his fingers.
A wave of invisible magnetic energy burst out. Tiny metal spheres formed mid-air, then accelerated with a piercing shriek—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A searing white beam carved through the jungle, splitting trees and leaving behind a trail of scorched earth. The shockwave came seconds later.
Even Kimimaro and Darui paused mid-fight, staring at the devastation in stunned silence.
Kimimaro's cold expression cracked. The attack was unintentional, but devastating. If they had been in the path…
He turned and walked away.
"Our battle's over," he muttered, leaving Darui gasping behind him.
Back at the lakeside, Troy was trembling with excitement.
"Lord Orochimaru, that technique—is it really Magnet Release? Can I… use it too?"
The technique had seemed simple—almost casual. The chakra cost was low, yet the result was S-rank destruction.
Orochimaru smiled. "It is Magnet Release. And yes, you can learn it—though perhaps not endure it."
The physics behind it—the Lorentz force, the magnetic field theory—were simple in concept, but deadly in execution. Troy could learn it… but his body might not handle the strain.
Still, Orochimaru offered a compromise.
"With the right tools, you can replicate the effect. The power might only be fifty percent of mine—but even that would be enough."
"Fifty percent… is already incredible," Troy said eagerly.
Orochimaru turned to the rest. "Now then… does anyone still question my understanding of bloodline ninjutsu?"
No one answered.
Most were still processing what they had seen. Some, like Troy, were eager. Others remained cautious—especially those who feared what Orochimaru might steal.
Orochimaru chuckled. "Don't look at me like that. This is an exchange. I'm learning from you too."
His eyes locked on Momiji.
"Show me your Crystal Release."
Though he gave no order, Momiji complied, instinctively activating her strongest technique. Crystal pillars surged from the ground, encasing a nearby tree in a shimmering prison.
"…Interesting," Orochimaru said, golden eyes gleaming. "Fire and earth, but not Lava Release… truly unique."
He extended his palm again. Within minutes, he recreated the process—producing purple crystals of his own.
The others watched, stunned.
This wasn't a performance. He had just learned her Kekkei Genkai on the spot.
They had expected guidance. They hadn't expected this.
Learning a new bloodline ninjutsu in minutes? That shattered the natural order of the ninja world. Strength was one thing—but this was something worse. A boundary-breaking intellect. A genius that could take what was yours and perfect it.
"Why…?" Momiji asked hesitantly. "You're already strong. Why bother learning Crystal Release?"
Orochimaru crushed the crystal in his hand.
"Because there's always a better way."
He raised his arms. With a pulse of senjutsu chakra, the forest twisted. Crystal trees and iron towers erupted around them, forming a labyrinth of reflective light.
"This… is Sage Art. The easiest way to imitate bloodline techniques," he said. "But imitation is not evolution."
His gaze shifted again—this time to Kimimaro.
"But true bloodlines… still hold the key to transcendence."
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