Orochimaru dismissed the Hokage's words with an impatient wave.
"Enough of this moralizing," he sneered. "Your ignorance has left Konoha vulnerable. This time, I win."
The Third Hokage, however, remained calm, his expression firm.
"You don't know the outcome until the very end, Orochimaru. That's something I should have taught you better."
As they exchanged words, Orochimaru removed the mask concealing his face, revealing his true form.
Satoru, still lying on the ground in his "deceased ninja" role, opened an eye just enough to see Orochimaru's dramatic reveal.
"That's one way to leave an impression," he thought, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.
Though familiar with the story's trajectory, even Satoru found the scene unsettling. He shut his eyes again, feigning disgust. "Not my problem."
Back in the barrier, the Hokage met Orochimaru's taunts head-on.
"It won't be so easy to claim my life," Sarutobi said resolutely.
Orochimaru chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "I've told you before, you should have named a Fifth Hokage while you still had the chance. But now, your reign ends here."
The Third Hokage's expression hardened. "Do you feel pride in this betrayal? Or perhaps… regret?"
"Regret?" Orochimaru's voice turned cold. "The only thing I regret is wasting my time here."
With a swift motion, Orochimaru cut his palm, the blood flowing freely as he began a dark ritual.
"I'm finally awake from my slumber," he declared ominously, releasing the Hokage and stepping away to initiate the next phase of his plan.
Satoru continued to observe the unfolding chaos. "Orochimaru, always the drama king. This isn't about the fight—it's about the spectacle."
The real battle began as Sarutobi launched a flurry of shurikens with the Shadow Shuriken Jutsu. Orochimaru retaliated with a sinister jutsu: Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation.
The ground rumbled as coffins began to rise.
"No!" Sarutobi's eyes widened. Pouring his chakra into his next move, he managed to suppress the third coffin just in time.
Two coffins remained, their doors creaking open.
Satoru peeked through barely open eyes, noting the engravings. "The First and Second Hokage? Oh, this is going to be messy."
As the doors fell, Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju emerged, their presence radiating an ancient, formidable aura.
Outside the barrier, the Konoha ninjas were in shock.
"The First and Second Hokage?" gasped one.
"The legends who built this village?" whispered another.
Sarutobi faced the resurrected Hokages with a solemn expression. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"It's been a long time, monkey," Hashirama greeted with a sad smile.
Tobirama regarded Sarutobi with a sigh. "You've aged, Sarutobi. And to think we'd meet again under such circumstances."
Sarutobi's voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I never imagined it would come to this."
Meanwhile, Orochimaru's smirk deepened. "Now, Sensei, let's see how you fare against your own mentors."
As the Hokages stepped forward, Hashirama's gaze froze. His usually carefree expression turned serious.
"What is it, brother?" Tobirama asked, noticing his reaction.
Hashirama didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stared at what appeared to be a corpse smeared with "blood."
Or rather, someone pretending to be one.
"That… ninja," Hashirama muttered, his sharp eyes narrowing. "What kind of sloppy trick is this?"
Tobirama followed his brother's gaze, his own features hardening. "Sarutobi must be slipping to miss something so obvious."
At that moment, both Orochimaru and Sarutobi noticed the Hokages' distraction. Their gazes followed, landing on the "corpse."
Orochimaru frowned, his confidence faltering for a moment. "Is this what passes for deception in Konoha now?" he muttered.
Satoru, realizing the attention he had garnered, remained perfectly still. "This is bad. Just stay down. Maybe they'll think I'm some kind of weird art installation."
But Hashirama wasn't buying it. Taking a step forward, his commanding voice echoed in the barrier.
"You there. Get up."
Satoru inwardly cursed. "Great. Just great." Slowly, he "revived," standing awkwardly and wiping away the ketchup from his face.
The reactions were immediate.
"Who are you?" Tobirama demanded, his tone icy.
Satoru waved a hand nonchalantly. "Oh, just a humble ninja passing through. Don't mind me."
Hashirama raised an eyebrow, his suspicion deepening. "You don't move like a Konoha ninja."
Sarutobi and Orochimaru, momentarily setting aside their battle, stared at Satoru with varying levels of disbelief.
Satoru shrugged. "Well, it's been fun, but I'll just... see myself out." He pointed to the barrier. "Oh wait, that's right. I'm trapped."
Orochimaru's lips curled into a twisted grin. "And who might you be?"
Satoru sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Let's just say I'm the ninja you didn't expect but probably deserve."
The absurdity of the situation hung in the air as everyone tried to process the unexpected wildcard standing amidst legends.
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