When Uchiha Yujin's memories synchronized with every version of Yujin, they all laughed.
"Summoning Technique: Triple Rashōmon. Wind Release: Great Breakthrough. Hidden Shadow Snake Hands."
Recalling the hand signs in his mind, the Pirate Yujin couldn't help but complain.
"Orochimaru really is the kindest man in the entire ninja world… ask and he gives."
Uchiha Yujin shook his head.
"Orochimaru is a very easy person to deal with. As long as you're useful to him, he will grant whatever you ask for without hesitation."
"Of course, the price was losing my Kagune… But with these three techniques, our survival rate has greatly improved. It's just a pity the complexity of the Cursed Seal of Heaven was far beyond what I imagined. I couldn't learn it at all."
"No worries," Pirate Yujin replied.
"Since we've connected ourselves with Orochimaru, we now have a potential escape route."
"The Rashōmon Summoning Contract works as long as you have enough chakra," the Lord God Yujin said excitedly.
"My chances of surviving the next horror movie world just hit the max."
"Don't get too excited," Uchiha Yujin reminded him.
"With our current chakra levels, even summoning one Rashōmon gate drains almost everything. If you try forcing out three… you'll pass out immediately."
"Of course," Lord God Yujin responded seriously.
Marvel Yujin chimed in, "So for now, my job is to fully master Hidden Shadow Snake Hands."
Pirate Yujin didn't reply.
After leaving the group chat, he looked at the enormous furnace before him and muttered,
"I wonder if Iron-Head is still alive…"
The scorching hell around him was unbearable.
Even the air seemed to be burning.
Every step felt like torture.
Sweat evaporated the moment it surfaced.
His skin stung painfully beneath the blistering heat.
He walked down the blazing pathway and arrived before a prison gate.
Inside, the prisoners had been tortured beyond recognition.
Their miserable appearances were hard to look at directly.
Some were skin-and-bone with empty, lifeless eyes.
Others were covered in wounds, barely clinging to life.
Pirate Yujin scanned the cell quickly.
No sign of Iron-Head.
Without hesitation, he moved on to the next cell.
His steps were hurried and determined.
Though exhaustion weighed heavily on him, he refused to give up even the slightest hope of finding Iron-Head.
Dragging his worn-out body through the suffocatingly hot corridor, Yujin reached another prison gate.
The prisoners inside stared wide-eyed upon seeing him — someone in prisoner shorts… but walking freely outside.
Their faces were filled with shock and confusion.
"Hey! How did you escape?"
A prisoner with a scruffy beard and a mischievous glint in his eyes shouted first.
"Open the cell door and let us out!"
Other prisoners quickly joined in, their noisy shouts echoing through the cramped cell.
Yujin frowned slightly, ignoring their shouting. He spoke loudly, "Have any of you seen someone called Iron Head?"
The bearded prisoner froze for a moment, his eyes darting around. "Iron Head? Never heard of him! Just let us out first, and we'll help you find him!"
Yujin immediately saw through his lie, his gaze turning icy cold.
Without a word, he turned and walked away, his steps firm and unwavering.
"Hey! You bastard! How dare you walk away! Come back!"
The bearded prisoner, seeing Yujin leaving, flew into a rage and cursed at his back.
The corridor was hot and stifling. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the passage.
Yujin, alert, looked up.
A team of guards in heat-resistant suits surged forward like a tide!
He cursed silently. Looking up, he noticed a surveillance bug hiding in the corner, watching him.
Without hesitation, he tossed a small stone and smashed the bug.
Yujin's mind raced. With so many guards arriving, the situation was extremely unfavorable.
He had no choice but to temporarily give up searching for Iron Head and turned to look for a passage to the next level.
He sprinted down the winding corridor, the footsteps and shouts behind him growing louder.
As he rounded a corner, a graceful woman suddenly appeared in front of him.
She wore reddish-brown glasses, and her tilted hat cleverly hid her right eye. Golden, long, wavy hair flowed in the wind.
She was Domino, the trainee Head Jailer!
Domino held a whip in her hand and, with agile steps, quickly closed the distance to Yujin.
Yujin didn't remember her clearly, only recalling that she had been petrified and instantly defeated by Pirate Empress Hancock. Her strength was uncertain, so he decided to avoid confrontation for now.
Domino swung her whip with a sharp whoosh, aiming straight at Yujin.
Yujin's eyes narrowed. He shifted his steps quickly, barely dodging the whip with a swift sidestep.
Domino's eyes flickered with surprise, and she instinctively exclaimed, "Observation Haki?"
Domino was shocked because Yujin's pirate dossier was detailed enough to include his underwear size.
Yujin, imprisoned in Impel Down at just seven years old, had somehow awakened Observation Haki?
What a ridiculous talent!
But just a second later, Domino regained her cold, composed expression.
Observation Haki was nothing extraordinary.
In the fourth level of the Impel Down, the fifth level's Freezing Hell, or the sixth layer's Eternal Hell, it was a basic ability.
Almost everyone could use Observation Haki.
The difference was how far one's Haki could "see" compared to others.
Domino let out a sharp hiss, and her whip sliced through the air in a strange arc.
The whip, which had been aimed straight at Yujin's back, suddenly changed direction mid-air, striking with lightning speed at the spot Yujin would inevitably pass after changing course.
The whip carried her full confidence and the resolve of a killing blow.
Its tip cut through the air with a sharp, whistling scream.
A proud smile curled on Domino's lips, as if she could already see Yujin struck, skin torn and bloodied.
However, just as the whip was about to touch him, her eyes inadvertently caught Yujin's gaze.
His eyes had turned blood red, the three tomoe spinning rapidly, radiating a mysterious and eerie glow.
Under the insight of the Sharingan, the whip's trajectory—once as fast as lightning—now appeared in slow motion, crystal clear to Yujin.
With just a slight shift of his body, he dodged the deadly strike by mere millimeters.
The whip grazed his eyebrow as it flew past, slicing through the air and stirring a faint gust of wind.
Yujin's body swayed briefly, then steadied perfectly, his steps unwavering.
He continued sprinting forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Domino froze instantly. She hadn't expected Yujin to dodge her carefully aimed strike so easily.
After a brief moment of shock, she gritted her teeth and hurriedly quickened her pace to catch up.
Domino ran for a while, and when she came across a fork in the road with three paths, a sense of unease crept over her.
Even after working in the advancing city for many years, she hadn't fully mastered the labyrinthine layout of the scorching hell.
She looked up toward the distant left path.
When she spotted a figure crouched in a shadowed corner, a surge of triumph lit up her heart.
Silently, she crept forward and suddenly lashed her whip with all her strength.
"Crack!"
A puff of white smoke dispersed.
Domino was dumbfounded.
Where her whip had struck, there was no sign of the culprit—only a brick, curled up and clutching its "head," looking pitiful and wronged.
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