Satoru stood firm amidst the chaos, his mind racing with strategies. "These reanimated Hokages are nearly impossible to defeat conventionally. Endless chakra, undying bodies... The only way is to seal them."
He glanced toward Sarutobi, who was still locked in combat. "The old man must know that. He's called the Ninjutsu Encyclopedia, after all. If he doesn't have a better trick than the Reaper Death Seal, we're all doomed."
Suddenly, a chilling breeze swept past, carrying with it a murderous intent so sharp it felt like a blade. Instinct kicked in, and Satoru vanished in a blur of speed, using his teleportation skill.
A katana swung through the space where he'd stood moments before, leaving a crackling void in its wake.
Tobirama stood with his katana raised, his movements as fluid as water yet as precise as a machine. His reputation as the fastest ninja in the world was well-earned, even without the use of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
"So fast," Satoru muttered, his pale blue eyes narrowing. "If he were at full strength, this would be over in seconds."
His expression grew serious as he reached into his pouch and pulled out a set of specially marked kunai. "Time to level the playing field."
With a practiced motion, he tossed the kunai strategically around the battlefield, their metallic gleam catching Tobirama's attention.
Satoru then unwound the bandage around his eyes, revealing the full intensity of his pale gaze. "Let's see how fast I can move when I get serious."
The watching ANBU and Konoha ninjas outside the barrier couldn't contain their shock.
"He's keeping up with the Second Hokage?!" one shouted.
"How is that even possible? Only someone with a Sharingan could track movements that fast!" another exclaimed.
"I thought he was just a reckless kid. He's... incredible."
The four Sound Ninja maintaining the barrier exchanged uneasy glances.
"This... doesn't make sense," muttered Tayuya. "He's not even breaking a sweat."
"It's terrifying," agreed Jirobo. "He's holding his own against a reanimated legend."
Inside the barrier, the clash intensified. Satoru and Tobirama darted across the battlefield in a deadly dance of speed and precision. The ringing of kunai against katana echoed like a symphony of war.
Satoru spun, releasing a flurry of shuriken imbued with fire chakra. "Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!" The shuriken, concealed within bursts of flame, streaked toward Tobirama.
With a swift motion, Tobirama countered with Water Release: Water Formation Wall, extinguishing the flames and deflecting the projectiles. His movements remained sharp and calculated, but Satoru noticed something.
"Even reanimated, he's slowing slightly. His reactions are dulled compared to the real Tobirama. If I can exploit that..."
Sarutobi, battling both Orochimaru and Hashirama, caught glimpses of Satoru's movements. His eyes widened as a flood of memories rushed back.
"Those techniques... his speed..." Sarutobi whispered, dodging Orochimaru's Kusanagi Sword. "It's him. Satoru Uchiha."
The name weighed heavily on him. "How could I not have seen it sooner? The style, the defiance, the sharpness in his eyes... He's the last remnant of a tragedy I allowed to unfold."
Guilt churned in Sarutobi's chest as the realization settled. "He must know... He must know the truth about the Uchiha Massacre."
Lost in his thoughts, Sarutobi barely evaded another strike, the Ape Demon blocking just in time.
"Focus, Sarutobi!" Enma scolded. "You can't afford to hesitate now."
Orochimaru, meanwhile, had shifted his focus. Watching Satoru fight brought a gleam of intrigue to his golden eyes.
"Fascinating," he murmured. "Even against Tobirama, he stands his ground. Is it his youth? His untapped potential? Or is he simply... special?"
Orochimaru's lips curled into a sinister grin. "Yes, Satoru. You'll be a perfect addition to my collection. Such talent should not go to waste."
He laughed, his voice echoing with madness. "Konoha truly hides the most delightful secrets."
As Tobirama launched another wave of attacks, Satoru moved with blinding speed, teleporting between his scattered kunai. Each shift brought him closer to finding an opening.
Finally, he saw it—a split-second gap in Tobirama's guard.
Satoru lunged, his kunai striking true, forcing Tobirama to retreat slightly. It wasn't enough to harm the reanimated ninja, but it proved Satoru's skill was no fluke.
From his position, Satoru glanced over his shoulder at Sarutobi. "You'd better be working on a plan, old man. I can't stall forever."
Orochimaru's voice broke through the chaos. "Infinite potential, infinite possibilities," he muttered, almost to himself. "This is why I seek immortality. To witness and harness such brilliance."
Then, with a sudden motion, Orochimaru raised his hands and tore at his face. The skin peeled away, revealing the visage of an unfamiliar woman beneath.
Sarutobi froze, shock washing over his features. "What... Who are you?!" he demanded.
Orochimaru's laughter reverberated across the battlefield, chilling and unhinged. "Who am I, Sarutobi-sensei? I am the one who will reshape this world... and this boy will play a part in it."
His gaze flickered toward Satoru, who stood poised for another clash with Tobirama. "Satoru... show me just how far your potential goes."
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