From Danmachi to God of Ninja

Chapter 83: Chapter 83

"Uwaaah—"

Orochimaru, who had just crawled out, wasted no words.

He opened his mouth wide toward Kiriya, and several black snakes slithered out from within. Then more snakes emerged from the mouths of those black snakes.

Layer after layer, the formation expanded in an instant, turning into an endless tide of snakes surging toward Kiriya.

Each snake opened its fangs in a silent hiss.

"Formation of Ten Thousand Snakes."

Orochimaru kept his mouth stretched open, his snake-like pupils fixed tightly on Kiriya, filled with anticipation.

"Well then, Kiriya-kun, can your Wood Release handle this?"

"This really is disgusting’s mother opening the door for disgusting! Disgusting has come home."

Seeing that scene, Kiriya felt like his trypophobia was about to flare up.

He did not waste any time.

He formed hand seals and slapped both hands against the ground.

"Wood Release: Hell’s Chaos."

Pchh, pchh!

As Kiriya activated his ability, countless sharp wooden spikes suddenly burst from the ground where the black snakes were crawling.

The spikes were as sharp as blades, piercing through many of the snakes directly.

Immediately, a dense, skin-crawling chorus of hisses rang out.

’I see. He wants to counter quantity with quantity?’

Orochimaru laughed inwardly.

’Unfortunately, Kiriya-kun, these little ones won’t die that easily.’

The special black snakes he had developed were completely different from the fragile lifeforms found in nature.

Even if their bellies were torn open and their organs spilled out, these snakes would still continue surging forward stubbornly, as if those injuries did not exist at all.

Orochimaru could hardly wait to see the disappointment or shock on Kiriya’s face.

But when he looked over, none of the expressions he expected were there.

Kiriya’s face was calm.

Very soon, Orochimaru noticed something was wrong.

A powerful suction force came from the wooden spikes, like countless black holes devouring his chakra.

Pchh, pchh, pchh!

After absorbing a large amount of chakra, the spikes grew even more vigorously and violently.

In the blink of an eye, they pierced through the entire snake tide created by the Formation of Ten Thousand Snakes.

The suction force, which had multiplied exponentially, exploded outward.

Orochimaru immediately felt the chakra in his body pour away like floodwater released through a broken dam.

’Not good.’

Orochimaru decisively cut off the technique.

Without chakra being supplied, the snakes were instantly drained dry by the wooden spikes growing inside them.

When the wind blew, they crumbled into fragments and vanished.

"What a terrifying technique."

"There’s something even more terrifying."

Kiriya’s voice appeared behind him.

Then came a chant from the abyss.

"Blade—Storm!"

Endless sword light swallowed Orochimaru.

His flesh and blood were sliced into countless fragments of all sizes in an instant.

’Such a fast sword. Unfortunately... this is useless against me.’

Orochimaru continued observing Kiriya’s performance with calm composure.

But soon, that calm was replaced by surprise.

Because beside Kiriya, three identical Kiriyas had appeared.

All of them were shadow clones.

Their hands formed seals, and they unleashed the ninjutsu they had prepared in advance.

"Toad Oil Bullet."

"Wind Release: Pressure Damage."

"Fire Release: Big Flame Bullet."

Wind fed the flames, and fire gained power through the oil.

In an instant, the combination produced an extremely intense, high-temperature blaze that swallowed every piece of Orochimaru’s bone and flesh drifting in the air.

Kiriya was going to scatter even the ashes.

Let’s see if you can still revive after that.

Orochimaru: "..."

’Young people these days were really something.’

’To think he was this cautious..... he did not act like a hot-blooded, impulsive teenager at all.’

"Hehehe. Kiriya-kun, your strength truly leaves me amazed."

"Not at all, not at all, your methods are the ones that are mysterious beyond belief. Even chasing on horseback, I could never catch up."

At the gate of Konoha’s camp, Kiriya and Orochimaru were now enthusiastically exchanging polite nonsense, confusing the shinobi around them completely.

The people nearby could not help remembering what had happened earlier.

Just now, even from several kilometers away, they had felt those powerful chakra fluctuations and the killing intent rising into the sky.

It had frightened them badly, and they had been terrified that something had really gone wrong between the two.

If that had happened, this entire Konoha defensive line might have collapsed in an instant.

But before they could rush over to see what was happening, Kiriya and Orochimaru had already returned together.

Both of them looked calm and relaxed, smiling and speaking pleasantly, as if they were close comrades on excellent terms.

Where was the tense, drawn-sword atmosphere from earlier?

Although the shinobi present were confused, they still breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, one of them was the front-line commander and one of the legendary Sannin. On this battlefield, Orochimaru was practically the pillar holding everything steady.

Nothing could be allowed to happen to him.

As for Kiriya, he possessed the Wood Release kekkei genkai. Given time, he would surely become one of Konoha’s main pillars as well.

Any shinobi who supported the village naturally did not want anything to happen to him either.

Now that the two seemed to have reconciled, that was the best possible outcome.

After exchanging a few polite words with Orochimaru, Kiriya excused himself and left.

Orochimaru naturally agreed readily and even specially instructed the logistics officer to prepare all kinds of daily supplies for him, fully playing the part of a caring senior.

Kiriya, of course, thanked him repeatedly.

But after returning to his tent, once he was alone, Kiriya’s expression darkened.

"As expected, that guy is hard to kill."

Earlier, Kiriya had gone in with the resolve to kill Orochimaru.

He sliced him apart, then used the combined wind, fire, and oil ninjutsu to burn even his bones to ash.

And yet when he turned around—Orochimaru had appeared again.

Still wearing that infuriating smile.

Although his chakra was much weaker than before, that cold, slippery aura undoubtedly belonged to Orochimaru.

Only then did Kiriya confirm something.

At this point in time, Orochimaru had already mastered those forbidden techniques.

Living Corpse Reincarnation and the cursed seal.

That body that had appeared again was probably one of the reincarnation vessels Orochimaru had prepared in advance.

"This is troublesome. If he really has both of those methods already, killing him completely is going to be as hard as climbing to heaven."

Kiriya tapped his fingers against the table again and again.

People said a cunning rabbit had three burrows, but Orochimaru, that scheming old snake, had probably left who knew how many backup plans all over the shinobi world.

Who knew which hidden corner contained a vessel carrying Orochimaru’s cursed seal?

"If only I had some kind of soul-type or curse-type ability." Kiriya muttered.

"Something like the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book would be perfect." (a notorious curse artifact)

Unfortunately, that thought could only remain a thought.

’If I had awakened the Mangekyō, that would be nice. Every pair of Mangekyō responds to its owner’s will and awakens a unique dōjutsu. Maybe I’d get the kind of soul-related ability I want.’

Kiriya looked at the wine-red pupils reflected in the mirror, helplessness appearing on his face.

Ever since awakening the two-tomoe Sharingan, these eyes had been as steady as an old dog.

They simply refused to move.

It was not that he had never thought about using emotional stimulation to increase his ocular power, but after thinking carefully, he had no choice but to put that idea aside.

According to the original story, members of the Uchiha clan awakened and strengthened their Sharingan through intense emotional stimulation caused by "gaining love" and "losing love."

The problem was...

Kiriya could not bear to do that.

The person he treasured most right now was that little goddess Hestia.

He could not exactly go and personally kill a god, could he?

What would that make him if not a shameful beast?

More importantly, his Sharingan was different from the Sharingan that appeared in the original story.

After being nurtured by the Sage Body and harmonized by Hestia’s divine blood, his Sharingan had already become something else.

Kiriya was worried that blindly copying experience from the Naruto world might not achieve the result he wanted.

’Forget it. I’ll take things one step at a time. Later, I’ll study sealing techniques properly. Locking that snake in a little black room would work too.’

Kiriya thought about it.

For now, he had more than enough strength to protect himself, so there was no need to be overly nervous.

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