Chapter 56: Edo Tensei! The Forbidden Jutsu Feast Brought Forward
"What is this? Industrial waste?"
Sasori casually crushed a Puppet's chest, wood chips flying. He looked at the crudely made Chakra thread layout; it was an obsolete design he had tossed into the wastepaper basket ten years ago.
Not only was it plagiarism, but it also turned this profession into cheap street-vendor goods.
For an artist, this was an insult more disgusting than the grudge of a murdered father.
"Orochimaru..."
Sasori suddenly looked up, his youthful face distorted by extreme rage. The scroll behind him burst open, and Chakra threads gushed out like a rainstorm.
"You are insulting art!!"
"Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets!"
Boom! Hundreds of red-robed Puppets swarmed like a locust plague.
This wasn't a fight at all; it was a violent demolition fueled by venting anger. Precision instruments were smashed into scrap metal, expensive culture tanks were blown up on the spot, and green nutrient solution mixed with glass shards flowed all over the floor.
"Stop! You spendthrift!"
Not far away, Kakuzu, who was trying to pry open a safe, had his eyelids twitching wildly. He was so pained he nearly had a heart attack on the spot: "That's high-purity nutrient solution! Fifty thousand Ryo per liter! Black market recyclers don't take broken glass!!"
"Shut up!" Sasori's eyes were bloodshot with killing intent, "I'm going to level this pigsty that desecrates art to the ground!"
Just then, the walls around the laboratory flipped, and dozens of dark nozzles poked out.
Sizzle—!
There was no explosion, only the scalp-tingling sound of gas escaping.
A toxic mist, so dense it was almost purple, gushed out instantly, carrying the sweet scent of death. That was Orochimaru's specialized neurotoxin; a single breath from a Jonin would dissolve their body in three seconds.
"Not just a spendthrift, but a trap as well."
Kakuzu's dark green pupils constricted, and almost instinctively, he completed a set of fluid movements: retreating, forming hand signs, and slapping the ground.
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
Rumble!
A thick stone wall rose from the ground—but it wasn't to block the poison gas; it was to firmly seal the laboratory's only exit.
Isolating himself outside while locking his teammates in the gas chamber.
"Kakuzu! What are you doing?!" Sasori controlled his Puppets to pull back for defense, his voice filled with shock and fury.
"Cutting losses."
Kakuzu's righteous voice came from behind the stone wall, growing further and further away: "I'm the treasurer; I can't die in a place with no profit. Don't worry, I'll calculate your worker's compensation—as long as your corpses are still intact!"
"This... money-grubbing bastard!"
Sasori was so angry his Chakra threads nearly knotted.
The purple toxic mist swallowed the space like a tsunami. The remaining low-quality Puppets instantly bubbled and corroded, making a tooth-aching "sizzle" sound.
"Hmph."
Sasori let out a cold snort, standing motionless in the center of the toxic mist.
What a joke. Except for the core of flesh in his chest, his entire body was made of anti-corrosive wood. Poison gas? To him, it wasn't even worth being called lubricant.
"You think this child's play can kill me?"
Sasori turned his head to look at the figure in the center of the hall who hadn't moved once, his tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude: "Hey, Leader. That guy ran off. You're a mortal body; if you don't want to turn into rotten meat..."
His words came to an abrupt halt.
Sasori's pupils constricted sharply.
According to the Laws of physics, it would take 1.5 seconds for the poison gas to fill the space.
In those 1.5 seconds, Yahiko didn't form any signs, didn't hold his breath, and didn't even blink.
Behind him, the fleeting shadow of that menacing red-and-white Stand flickered.
"King Crimson."
For a split second, the world experienced a "dropped frame."
One moment, the poison gas was two meters in front of him; the next, it had already filled the space behind him.
The process of "diffusion" had been erased.
Yahiko stood in the sea of purple toxic gas, the half-meter area around him seemingly an absolute vacuum zone. The toxic mist that could corrode even steel strangely avoided him, not even touching a corner of his clothes.
"Is this the Leader's ability?"
Sasori's core vibrated slightly. He didn't understand it, but he was profoundly shocked.
Yahiko looked up, his gaze piercing through the thick mist to look at the shadows at the end of the laboratory.
"You've watched the show long enough. It's time to come out, isn't it?"
"Orochimaru."
"Hehehehe..."
Cold and raspy, like slimy snake scales rubbing against an eardrum.
A giant python opened its bloody maw, and Orochimaru, covered in slime, slowly stood up. His pale skin appeared sickly and greedy in the purple mist.
Those golden vertical pupils instantly locked onto the orange-haired figure beside Yahiko—Deva Path Pain.
To be precise, they locked onto those eyes with purple ripples.
"An SSR-rank material... discovered."
Orochimaru stuck out his incredibly long tongue and licked his lips, the fanaticism in his eyes almost burning through the air.
"Even though the information brokers spoke of it in glowing terms, I always had my doubts... I didn't expect the eyes of the legendary Six Paths Sage to actually exist."
He ignored the mess on the ground, walking toward the Deva Path step by step like a collector who had discovered a peerless treasure.
"Even Hanzou, known as the 'Demigod,' would possess such a divine object? And..." Orochimaru tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the Black Receivers on the Deva Path's body, "This body is dead. Some kind of Advanced corpse control technique? Interesting, so interesting!"
"Hey, snake-player."
A cold voice interrupted Orochimaru's self-indulgence.
Sasori was very displeased.
He had torn Orochimaru's base apart like this, yet when the owner came out, he didn't even give him a second glance?
"You plagiarized my technology, created a bunch of industrial waste, and now you dare to ignore the original creator?"
Sasori's finger suddenly flicked.
Whoosh!
The Third Kazekage human Puppet shot through the air, the Iron Sand behind it unfolding like black wings and transforming into countless sharp triangular prisms.
"Magnet Release: Iron Sand Shigure!"
A killing blow, aimed straight for the throat.
Orochimaru didn't even turn his head as his sleeves instantly burst open.
"Hidden Shadow Snake Hands."
Dozens of venomous snakes gushed out like a flood, tightly entangling the joints of the Third Kazekage and using their bodies to tank the piercing Iron Sand.
Using the recoil, Orochimaru's body twisted eerily like a mollusk, instantly sliding behind the control console.
"Sasori of the Red Sand, your art is indeed exquisite."
Leaning against the control console, Orochimaru finally gave Sasori a glance—one of contempt, as if looking at some outdated toy.
"But it's too narrow."
"You turned yourself into wood for the sake of eternity. But I..."
Orochimaru's hands quickly formed signs, a nearly insane smile appearing on his face: "What I pursue is the essence of life, a vessel that can contain all the truths of the world!"
At that moment, an ominous and cold Chakra fluctuation caused the laboratory temperature to drop to the freezing point.
Yahiko's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He saw Orochimaru's hand signs clearly.
Tiger – Snake – Dog – Dragon!
That jutsu?!
This was unscientific. According to the original timeline, the current Orochimaru shouldn't have perfected this jutsu yet.
In a flash, Yahiko thought of the scroll of seals in his backpack.
The butterfly effect.
Because the Second Hokage's forbidden jutsu data had been leaked early, this madman had taken that forbidden step ahead of time.
"Come forth..."
Orochimaru slammed both palms onto the ground, black runes spreading wildly across the floor like a spiderweb, carrying the stench of the Yellow Springs.
"Summoning Jutsu: Edo Tensei!"
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