"Ha, ridiculous humans."
Garaga scoffed at Itachi's words, completely dismissing them. He didn't believe a single thing Itachi said.
Having been betrayed by humans before, he deeply understood their innate flaws.
"I'd advise you not to be so stubborn. Leave yourself a way out."
Facing Garaga's mockery, Itachi spoke dismissively, as if brushing Garaga off while deep in thought.
"Oh? Acting like you can actually do something to me. If you've got the guts, show me what you're really capable of!"
Itachi's brows furrowed slightly. This Garaga was getting annoying.
Couldn't he see that he was thinking? No manners at all.
The constant taunting—it was grating…
"Grating?"
An idea lit up in Itachi's mind. He glanced at Garaga mischievously, a sly thought forming.
"Kid, why don't you say something? My energy is through the roof—I'm ready for a good show."
Garaga's mocking voice droned on incessantly, as irritating as ever.
"Oh… you're ready, huh?"
After a moment of silence, Itachi responded languidly.
"Ha…"
Hearing the kid finally respond, Garaga sneered.
With this level of skill, and you think you can take my reverse scale? Dream on.
"You're so bold…"
By this time, Itachi had stopped pondering, and he spoke with interest.
A peculiar aura began to envelop him.
Year 26177, Month 3364.
To Garaga, Itachi seemed like a kid full of empty talk, unworthy of respect.
If it weren't for his current high spirits, Garaga might have fallen asleep right then and there.
"You'd better not regret this…"
Itachi gave Garaga a meaningful look, then snapped his fingers.
A ripple spread through the space, and suddenly—a marching band appeared?
Ten individuals materialized, each wildly different in appearance, yet sharing a few common traits: all were men, all were bald, and all looked… rather sleazy.
Before Garaga could speak, Itachi quietly stepped back a few paces.
A piercing, duck-like voice rang out:
"Little snake, oh little snake, why are you so bad…"
The bizarre singing began, accompanied by the erratic beating of drums, forming a cacophony that barely passed as music.
They were performing Songs for Children: Volume 300…
Ignoring the atrocious, banshee-like wailing and the completely offbeat drumming, it almost seemed like a real band…
Hearing this noise, Itachi shivered, his scalp tingling. He gave Garaga a sympathetic glance before retreating from what now resembled a hellish purgatory.
After Itachi left, the drum band's racket drifted into Garaga's mind like a cursed melody.
The torment Garaga endured can only be imagined.
At first, Garaga found it amusing—was this kid planning to put on a performance to spice things up?
But as the ugly faces, awful singing, and dissonant drumbeats bombarded him, Garaga became disoriented.
He was under multiple attacks at once—a coordinated assault, no less.
"Enjoy, you little punk," Itachi whispered smugly, standing in Ryūchidō, his expression smug as he noted the distant, unfocused look in Garaga's eyes.
It was clear he was proud of his peculiar idea.
"It's time to leave…"
After lingering for a moment, Itachi glanced around this world with a trace of nostalgia.
Everything here was fine—the environment wasn't beautiful, but the air was fresh. Though shrouded in mist, it was an atmosphere filled with natural energy.
Even the snakes here weren't too malicious—well, apart from a few who enjoyed testing people.
Itachi thought of the Three Goddesses and the Great White Snake Sage. A small smile curved his lips.
Itachi's figure gradually dissolved into the space.
After Itachi disappeared, the figure of Princess Ichikishima slowly appeared in midair. She had been there the entire time.
In other words, she had been following Itachi closely. With her incredible stealth abilities, even Itachi couldn't detect her presence unless he activated Sage Mode.
Princess Ichikishima's expression was somewhat melancholic as she gently descended to the ground, standing where Itachi had been moments before.
"Gone... even that annoying Garaga is gone... I didn't expect Itachi to defeat Garaga so quickly. Such a powerful ability..."
...
"My lord, you've returned,"
As Itachi walked out of the room, a servant appeared before him.
"How is Orochimaru doing?"
Itachi gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him and asked softly.
"Lord Orochimaru has been in the lab since you left. He hasn't come out, not even for meals or rest."
Hearing Itachi's voice, the woman dared not look at his handsome face. She lowered her head, blushing deeply as she replied.
"Is there something on my face? Why are you looking down?"
Hearing her response, Itachi raised his hand and gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Previously, he had been slightly shorter than this woman, but now he was taller. The thought gave him a sense of satisfaction.
The moment Itachi's fingers touched her, the woman froze, her entire body tense. Her gaze inadvertently met his deep, captivating eyes, like whirlpools drawing her in. Embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes, unable to look any longer.
Seeing her shy demeanor, her blushing face, and the way she seemed completely at his mercy, Itachi couldn't help but think, Wow, this is wild.
"I'm heading out now. When Orochimaru finishes his work, let him know," Itachi said hurriedly.
After witnessing her reaction, Itachi didn't dare linger and quickly slipped away.
Flirting and running—it was strangely exhilarating.
He hadn't expected such a casual gesture to have such an impact.
...
Watching Itachi leave in a hurry, the woman smiled faintly, her expression as radiant as a blooming flower, though tinged with a hint of sadness.
Orochimaru's intentions had been clear—she was to take care of Itachi's daily needs. Subconsciously, this meant she belonged to him now. If Itachi desired it, then...
Once outside the base, Itachi summoned a small puddle of water on the ground and studied his reflection.
"Am I really this handsome? Or are the women in this world just that superficial?"
After examining himself for a while, he had to admit he was good-looking, but surely not to the point of stealing hearts at first glance.
Shaking his head, he decided to wander around the ninja world for a bit.
Then he suddenly remembered—he didn't have any money on him.
His first instinct was to return to the base and grab some cash, but the thought of that woman made him hesitate. After some consideration, he decided to give up on that idea.
Instead, he planned to visit an underground exchange to make some money.
It would also be a good chance to find some opponents to test his new abilities and practice his Sage Arts.
...
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