Seeing Yakushi Kabuto disappear into the night, the white snake shook its head and darted into the forest with a whoosh.
It moved so fast, like a white illusion, and soon arrived at Orochimaru's Shadow Clone location.
Wrapping itself around Orochimaru's arm, the white snake lay still, as if the previous movement had taken a lot of energy, but a small head peeked out from the snake's head.
"Kabuto went a little overboard this time."
The genie raised an eyebrow. "Even though he said he didn't care, he felt so good taking revenge. He used almost all his Chakra to destroy the Root."
"That's normal, he's been holding back for too long."
Orochimaru smiled, not minding it.
"If Kabuto couldn't escape, we would have lured Obito to Konoha to rescue him. It's just a different plan, taking a little more time."
Orochimaru knew how appealing a strong ninja who hated Konoha and the Root, and whose precious things were completely destroyed, would be to Obito.
Not only did they share similar experiences, but after a crushing defeat, that guy would be even more eager to increase his power.
"You're right."
The genie raised an eyebrow. "More importantly, when are you going to give me a stronger body? This little snake is useless. It ran such a short distance and is already exhausted."
Orochimaru glanced at the genie. "Now is not the time. You've seen how difficult it is."
From the cursed seal to the 'Tail Eater' with the initial release of the spirit blade, the split Chakra soul became more powerful, but at the same time, it was more picky about its host.
Perhaps because of its form, none of the ninjas under him could use the 'Tail Eater'. Only after hundreds of tries did it succeed with this white snake.
The difficulty wasn't the main issue, Orochimaru didn't care much about it.
Soon, the 'Tail Eater' would be sent to the Pure Land, and even if he found a suitable host, it wouldn't last long.
Also, from splitting the soul into a spirit blade to testing the spirit blade's host, he always felt that the genie was planning something.
Orochimaru wasn't worried about the genie harming him, after all, it could take control of his body at any time.
But if it wanted something, it had to pay a price, and time was precious.
"Tsk tsk... you're so petty, you're not acting like yourself..."
The genie glanced at Orochimaru and suddenly raised an eyebrow. "The Third's reinforcements have arrived."
"In that case, let's start moving." Orochimaru, with Yakushi Kabuto's face, disappeared.
...
Arriving at the original location of the Root, Jiraiya and the Anbu ninjas behind him were dumbfounded.
The once flat ground was now a giant sinkhole, and at the bottom of the hole, dozens of Root ninjas were covered in dirt, looking miserable.
Jiraiya flashed in front of them and asked Danzo, whose forehead was bleeding, "What happened here?"
Danzo glared with his one eye, which flashed with ferocity and madness, and shouted angrily,
"You're asking me? Why don't you ask your good friend—Orochimaru? If it weren't for him, it wouldn't be like this..."
"Danzo, what are you talking about?" Jiraiya frowned. "Orochimaru is negotiating with the Land of Thunder right now. You know that."
Jiraiya was met with meaningless curses and obvious hostility.
The Root was destroyed, and a lifetime of work had vanished like smoke. Anyone would be upset.
Besides, after losing so badly, that old man Hiruzen would definitely say one thing to his face and do another behind his back, pretending to rebuild the Root so he would never have a chance to rise again.
Danzo didn't hear what Yakushi Kabuto said when he left, but he deeply felt this situation over and over again. Seeing his Hokage dream turn into nothing, his rage and despair were understandable.
Jiraiya saw that Danzo couldn't be reasoned with, so he pulled a Root ninja aside and asked what had happened.
The Root ninja didn't know everything, but he clearly saw the fight in the plaza and immediately described it in detail.
When Jiraiya learned that the instigator was Orochimaru's subordinate, his heart sank.
How did Yakushi Kabuto's power increase so much? How did he learn Sage Art? He didn't care about any of that.
Jiraiya wondered if Orochimaru knew about what happened.
After years of working together, he was sure that Orochimaru definitely knew something.
This is really troublesome...
Jiraiya rubbed his worried face. In any case, he had to capture Yakushi Kabuto first.
He glanced at Danzo, who was still raging, and told the Root ninjas around him,
"Take care of Danzo, don't let anything happen to him."
Then, he led the accompanying Anbu squad into the night.
In the squad, Uchiha Jinsuke looked back at Danzo's miserable state. Although he felt he shouldn't, he felt a sense of joy.
But Kabuto... he actually did that.
Like Jiraiya, Uchiha Jinsuke felt troubled for a long time.
...
After Jiraiya disappeared into the darkness, Danzo stopped cursing and returned to his usual self.
He stared deeply at the direction Jiraiya disappeared, his eyes suppressing anger, but not because the Root was destroyed, but because of the pity in Jiraiya's eyes.
Pity, huh...
Danzo brushed off the dust and strode towards his decided destination.
At this time, a Root ninja asked, "Danzo, where do you want to go?"
Danzo stopped and turned his head back, but not his body, looking around fiercely, which made the Root ninja feel cold.
Smack!
He slapped the ninja to the ground with a backhand. Danzo scanned the crowd with a fierce look.
"What, you think the Root is done for? As long as I'm not dead, the Root will never fall."
After leaving these words, Danzo disappeared.
...
In an underground laboratory not far from the Root, Danzo looked at the researchers who were unaware of the outside world and focused only on their experiments, and asked, "How's the research data from Orochimaru going?"
The chief researcher glanced at Danzo's clothes in surprise and answered, "It's going well. In another two months, or maybe one, we'll definitely be able to figure out a suitable transplant surgery."
"Too slow." Danzo's eyes sharpened. "I'm asking you, if we do the transplant surgery now, what's the chance of success?"
"About 50%." The chief researcher avoided eye contact. Success and failure, one and zero, were indeed 50%.
"50%?" Danzo closed his eyes and slowly opened them. "That's good. Give me the surgery now."
"Danzo, but..." The chief researcher was surprised and suspicious. He wanted to suggest something, but was frightened by the madness in Danzo's eyes.
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