Chapter 59: Where Did My Time Go?
Yahiko, at the center of the storm, still had his hands tucked into the sleeves of his red cloud black robe.
He didn't even blink; his amber eyes were as calm as stagnant water, reflecting Orochimaru's face, twisted with greed.
"It's over," Orochimaru laughed wildly in his heart.
The tip of the sword touched the collar of the black robe.
The venomous snake's fangs were already pressed against the other's skin.
At this critical moment, a strange "fragmentation" appeared in Orochimaru's vision.
It was like a reel of a playing movie film where someone had crudely cut out the most crucial three seconds in the middle.
Swish—!
The kusanagi sword stabbed down fiercely.
There was no sensation of piercing flesh, nor was there any image of blood splashing.
Orochimaru lost his balance; because he used too much force, he stumbled forward three or four meters, the kusanagi sword stabbing into the hard rock ground with a "clang" until it reached the hilt.
The swarm of venomous snakes that were supposed to entangle the enemy missed completely, tangling together like a mess of hemp and biting each other.
"What?!"
Orochimaru's pupils constricted violently, and he turned his head sharply.
Yahiko was still standing there.
No, to be precise, he was standing three meters to the left of Orochimaru's original position.
He even maintained his posture with his hands in his sleeves, looking down at a bit of dust on his shoes and lightly tapping his foot.
As if that thrilling ambush just now hadn't existed at all, he was just taking a leisurely stroll.
"Genjutsu?"
This was the first thought that popped into Orochimaru's mind.
As a battle-hardened Ninja, he immediately made the most "correct" judgment. No one could vanish into thin air in such a desperate situation unless their senses were being deceived.
"Release!"
Orochimaru formed hand seals, and Chakra instantly surged through his entire body's meridians.
The surrounding scenery didn't move an inch.
"Not an ordinary Genjutsu... Is it a visual deception? Or a higher-Rank mental control?"
Orochimaru's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.
Sharp pain!
Salty, metallic blood filled his mouth.
This intense pain stimulus was enough to break through most Advanced Genjutsu. Using this moment of clarity, Orochimaru struck out again.
"Wind Release: Breakthrough!"
He spat out a violent hurricane strong enough to blow off a roof, mixed with the blood mist he had just spat out from biting his tongue, turning into a crimson storm that swept toward Yahiko.
The storm roared past.
It was that feeling again.
That nauseating "frame-skipping" sensation where the brain couldn't keep up with reality.
When Orochimaru came to his senses, he found himself releasing Ninjutsu at an empty wall, which had been blasted with a large hole by the Wind Release.
Meanwhile, Yahiko was standing by the console behind him, casually picking up a test tube that had survived the explosion and shaking it against the light.
"No matter what you do, the result is predestined."
Yahiko put the test tube back; the glass hit the table with a crisp "ting."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer striking Orochimaru's heart.
"Playing tricks!"
Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on Orochimaru's forehead.
Fear of the unknown began to sprout in his heart.
It wasn't the Flying Thunder God.
The Flying Thunder God requires a formula mark and has Chakra fluctuations during spatial movement. Although Minato Namikaze's movement was equally unpredictable, it was definitely not like this, where even the image of disappearance was not seen.
This man in front of him was different; he had no movement trajectory.
"Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!"
"Myriad Snake Net Formation!"
"kusanagi sword: Longsword of the Sky!"
Orochimaru went mad.
He was like a madman punching at the air, jumping around in this enclosed underground laboratory.
He was attacking, he was roaring, he was performing everything he had learned in his life.
However, every attack missed at the moment it was about to hit.
He couldn't hit him.
He couldn't hit him at all.
That sense of inconsistency grew stronger and stronger. In the end, Orochimaru even had an illusion—the whole world was cooperating with that man's acting.
Only he, Orochimaru, was isolated from the world, like a ridiculous clown dancing alone on a stage.
"Huff... huff..."
Three minutes later.
Orochimaru stopped his movements, his chest heaving violently. His long hair, which he took pride in, was now messily stuck to his sweat-drenched face, and his golden vertical pupils were bloodshot.
Fear.
A long-lost, deep-seated fear of facing something incomprehensible submerged him like a tide.
"Not Genjutsu... not a Substitution Jutsu... and no spatial fluctuations..."
Orochimaru stared fixedly at the man who hadn't even lifted a hand from beginning to end, his voice terrifyingly hoarse:
"Where did my time go?"
"Oh? You're the first one to realize this. It seems I was right to look for you."
Yahiko slowly turned around. In the shadows behind him, a hideous red-and-white humanoid phantom flickered and vanished.
"Orochimaru, your so-called science is built on the foundation of observing and summarizing processes."
"But what if, in your world, the 'process' itself is deleted?"
With every step Yahiko took, the pressure on him grew heavier.
"The Ninjutsu you take pride in, your predictions, your reaction nerves... everything needs time to execute."
"But in my eyes, you are like a book with its key pages torn out."
Yahiko stopped two meters in front of Orochimaru.
This was an absolutely dangerous distance. But Orochimaru was horrified to find that his body was actually so stiff he couldn't move.
That was the freezing response of biological instinct when facing a natural predator.
"Because in the river of time, your so-called attacks have only a beginning and an end, with no process."
Yahiko looked down at this legend of the Ninja World. There was no mockery in his eyes, only a calm that disregarded all life.
Just as humans wouldn't mock an ant trying to attack a tank.
"This... this is..."
Orochimaru's whole body trembled, his teeth chattering.
It was excitement.
It was despair.
And it was a morbidly extreme greed.
Even if cornered, even if his Sanity was plummeting, Orochimaru was still Orochimaru. He was the madman who could trample over everything to explore the truth.
He didn't understand "deleting time" or the "Law of Karma."
But he understood one thing—hidden within this man's body was a "God's power" that surpassed Ninjutsu, surpassed Chakra, and even surpassed this dimension.
If it were before, he would have fled.
Just like during the Nine-Tails Attack, living to fight another day.
But now, the "ultimate answer" was right before his eyes.
If I can just get this body... if I can just solve this mystery... I can master this power! I can become a true God!
"Hehe... hehehehe..."
Orochimaru lowered his head and suddenly let out a spine-chilling low laugh.
"I understand..."
"I finally understand why even the Rinnegan can only play a supporting role to you."
Orochimaru suddenly looked up. The terror on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a desperate fanaticism.
If you can't beat them, join them!
No, it's to occupy!
"Since this power cannot be understood, then let me crawl into your body and take a good look!!"
Orochimaru's neck suddenly stretched strangely like rubber, and his mouth opened to its limit, almost tearing to his ears.
In that instant, he was no longer human, but a giant python waiting to devour its prey.
He abandoned all defense and all Ninjutsu.
This was his final trump card, a forbidden technique he was confident would never fail.
S-Rank Forbidden Jutsu—Living Corpse Reincarnation!
"Give your body to me!!!"
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