The forest behind Konoha Village.
As Yakushi Kabuto and Natsuhane approached, Orochimaru elegantly emerged from behind a tree, licking his lips greedily. His raspy voice filled the air:
"Tsk tsk... So you are Natsuhane Uchiha? No wonder you have so many wives. Your looks and physique are indeed impressive, fitting my taste..."
Seeing Orochimaru for the first time since crossing over into the ninja world, Natsuhane was momentarily stunned.
That long, flowing black hair, swaying slightly in the breeze, and that highly flexible, elongated tongue...
You have to admit, he looked quite captivating.
The most striking feature was his skin—it was exceptionally white, smooth as porcelain.
Contrary to the oppressive feeling in the anime, in person, Orochimaru exuded a fresh, alternative allure...
The more alluring, the more dangerous. Truly, appearances can be deceiving.
"How do you propose we collaborate, Orochimaru?" Natsuhane asked, pushing aside his disturbing thoughts and getting straight to the point.
Orochimaru's eyes gleamed. "Oh? It seems you're open to collaboration? Hehe... not bad."
Orochimaru slowly approached Natsuhane, staring intently into his eyes. "The condition is simple: I will transplant Hashirama's cells into you, and in return... you will give me your eyes."
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Natsuhane chuckled coldly, "You're quite bold, Orochimaru. That condition, I cannot fulfill. However, it doesn't prevent you from satisfying my needs. Let's find a secluded place and discuss Hashirama's cells in detail."
Orochimaru laughed heartily, "Haha, boy, you are quite arrogant. Those who have shown such arrogance in front of me have not survived!"
Hearing this, Natsuhane retorted, "Heh... Uchiha Itachi has been arrogant before you many times, yet he's alive and well. You, on the other hand, look quite wretched..."
"Hmm? How do you know about that?" Orochimaru's expression tightened, his teeth grinding.
Only Orochimaru and Kabuto knew about his confrontations with Itachi. Natsuhane's knowledge of these events surprised him.
Natsuhane impatiently waved his hand, urging, "It doesn't matter how I know. The point is, your condition is too harsh. I can't agree to it. If you truly want to collaborate, propose a reasonable condition. Honestly, I'm quite willing to partner with someone like you..."
"Tsk tsk... Apologies, the only things I desire are your eyes, or... your body!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Orochimaru suddenly moved like a serpent, swiftly appearing in front of Natsuhane, reaching for his eyes.
He intended to gouge out Natsuhane's eyes then and there.
From the moment he saw Natsuhane, Orochimaru had this thought.
Whether through persuasion or force, those eyes must be obtained for himself!
"Humph, you're too impatient, Orochimaru! No foreplay at all..."
Natsuhane's eyes instantly turned into the Mangekyō Sharingan. Simultaneously, a rib-like structure glowing with blue fire appeared in front of him, blocking Orochimaru's advance.
"So, this is Susanoo..." Orochimaru's eyes sparkled even more, "Such perfect power!"
"This is just the beginning. I'll show you the true power of my eyes!"
Natsuhane's eyes locked onto Orochimaru's body.
He intended to use his Mangekyō ability to incapacitate Orochimaru and make him more compliant.
Five seconds passed in an instant...
"Ugh!"
Seeing Orochimaru suddenly collapse, groaning in pain, Natsuhane knew the abdominal pain had kicked in.
This ability was indeed convenient.
Orochimaru lay on the ground, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "My... my stomach..."
Even someone as strong as Orochimaru couldn't withstand the pain of his organs bursting.
After all, this was a real internal injury.
"Orochimaru-sama!" Yakushi Kabuto, worried for his master, quickly rushed to Orochimaru's side to support him, "What's happening to you?"
Orochimaru, his face pale and lips colorless, groaned, "My... my stomach hurts, so much... Damn it! Natsuhane, what did you do to me?"
Natsuhane responded calmly, "Don't worry, it's just a minor internal injury. It should be no problem for you since you can change bodies..."
"Don't move, Orochimaru-sama! I'll heal you right away!" Kabuto leaned Orochimaru against a tree trunk and started using medical ninjutsu to treat him.
While treating, Kabuto kept a wary eye on Natsuhane, ready to defend against any further attacks.
Natsuhane, however, had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. He deactivated his Mangekyō and sat down idly nearby. "Relax, I won't attack you again. Hurry up and relieve the pain. Once you're better, we can discuss our collaboration."
"Damn it!" Orochimaru's eyes were filled with unwillingness. He hadn't expected Natsuhane's Mangekyō Sharingan ability to be so abnormal.
At this moment, Kabuto, who was using the Palm Sage Jutsu, suddenly stopped, looking at Orochimaru in disbelief.
"Kabuto, what's wrong? Continue healing me!"
"Orochimaru-sama, there's... there's a situation."
"What's happening? Speak up!"
"You... you seem to be... pregnant..."
"WHAT???" x2
Orochimaru and Natsuhane exclaimed in unison.
"Orochimaru, are you... are you a woman?" Natsuhane asked hurriedly.
"I... I don't know..."
Switching bodies frequently, even Orochimaru himself had doubts about his own gender.
This morning, to better deal with Natsuhane, Orochimaru had specifically chosen the best body from his elite subordinates.
This body was that of a girl...
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PS: This novel will continue down its outrageous path, embracing more and more absurdities.
PS(Translator): "Should I continue translating this? I didn't expect the story to take this turn, and I'm not a fan of this kind of plot. What do you think? Vote yes or no."