Orochimaru's cold sweat dripped down his pale cheeks, and flames of anger burned in his golden vertical pupils—he had been tricked!
"Save it, genjutsu doesn't work on me."
Menma formed a hand seal with one hand, and the surrounding trees suddenly came alive.
Thick branches wrapped around Orochimaru like giant pythons, binding him tightly, not even allowing his fingers to move.
"Wood Release?!"
Orochimaru's voice was filled with extreme shock. He stared intently at this mysterious Ninja, countless experimental data flashing through his mind—this was definitely not the half-finished Wood Release he and Danzo had researched; this was perfect Wood Release!
"Pledge your loyalty to me, and I will tell you the truth."
Menma's eyes met Orochimaru's vertical pupils.
"Hehehe..."
Orochimaru let out a hoarse, cold laugh, his long tongue unconsciously licking his lips. For him to pledge loyalty? It was simply a fantasy!
Unless... the other party could help him achieve his goal of eternal life.
The next second, his cold laugh froze on his face.
Menma dispelled his Transformation Jutsu, his body gradually shrinking, finally revealing his original appearance—a blond, blue-eyed boy.
Orochimaru's pupils trembled violently, and his brain, uncharacteristically, crashed.
"Minato Namikaze's... son?"
His voice trembled with excitement, "No... this isn't possible..."
The Gekko shone on the boy's smiling face.
Konoha's Yellow Flash, at this moment, had a brand new inheritance.
The shock this seven-year-old child brought him was more intense than all the experiments he had experienced in the past few decades.
His golden hair shimmered, and those azure blue eyes held a depth far beyond his age.
"Uzumaki... Menma..."
Orochimaru hoarsely repeated the name, his long tongue unconsciously licking his lips.
The identity of Minato Namikaze's son explained the Flying Thunder God Technique, but that flawless Wood Release... "The secret of Wood Release..."
Orochimaru's voice trembled with desire.
Menma gently shook his head, his finger stroking the branches wrapped around Orochimaru: "That depends on your choice."
The verdant branches tightened slightly with his movement.
Orochimaru suddenly let out a low laugh, a laugh filled with madness and excitement: "A seven-year-old child, negotiating with me?"
"No."
Menma's gaze suddenly sharpened, "It's negotiating with the future Fifth Generation Hokage."
These words exploded like thunder.
Orochimaru's vertical pupils showed genuine shock for the first time—not admiration for power, but shock at this child's ambition.
"Your immortality research, your forbidden jutsu achievements..."
Menma's voice was as soft as a whisper, "I can help you with all of it. But the price is—"
He leaned in close to Orochimaru's ear: "Absolute loyalty."
The wind in the forest suddenly stilled.
Orochimaru felt the entwining branches draining his Chakra.
"Is this a deal?"
Orochimaru's voice was hoarse and slow.
"Yes."
Menma replied concisely, his finger moving slightly, and the entwining branches slowly loosened.
Orochimaru flexed his wrists, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "I don't want to return to Konoha right now."
"That's fine."
Menma tossed him a specially made Flying Thunder God Kunai, "I won't restrict your freedom. But when I need you—"
"You must appear."
Orochimaru caught the Kunai, his long tongue unconsciously licking his lips, "I'd be delighted to serve you, Menma-kun..."
Menma knew that Orochimaru was only outwardly compliant at this moment.
This sly snake would not truly submit to anyone for now.
"We each get what we need."
Menma turned to look in the direction of Hidden Mist Village, "Remember, the price of betrayal is something you cannot afford."
Orochimaru smiled sinisterly, tucking the Kunai into his sleeve.
He watched Menma's retreating figure as he leaped towards Hidden Mist Village, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
What a perfect vessel... If not for the vast difference in strength, this young man, possessing both Flying Thunder God and Wood Release, would be his dream reincarnation body.
"Truly... an exciting collaboration."
Orochimaru's figure gradually merged into the mist, like a true snake disappearing into the grass.
Meanwhile, within Hidden Mist Village, Menma had already silently infiltrated the dark corners of the Village of Blood Mist.
The Kaguya Clan's rebellion swept through Hidden Mist Village like a storm, yet it quickly burst like a bubble.
Kimimaro's small figure was particularly conspicuous in the melee, mechanically wielding bone spikes as his clansmen fell one after another, their blood staining his white clothes.
Menma moved through the chaotic battlefield, his powerful Chakra sensing ability unfurling like radar.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted—
Near a distant building, a massive and violent Chakra glowed like a torch in the dark night.
"Found it!"
He moved through the battlefield like a phantom, wondering if it was the Three-Tails or the Six-Tails.
However, just as he was about to approach his target, a powerful, unfamiliar Chakra suddenly drew near!
Menma abruptly stopped, his sharp gaze moving upward—
A woman with reddish-brown curly hair stood on the opposite rooftop, her blue bandeau dress outlining her voluptuous curves. She stood with her hands on her hips, her smile as beautiful as a flower, but her emerald green eyes were filled with danger.
"I noticed you earlier, little brother~"
Mei Terumī landed gracefully in front of Menma, her full chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
Menma subtly took half a step back, unmentionable images he had seen on certain websites flashing through his mind... He knew about the Fifth Generation Mizukage, Mei Terumī...
"I'm here to apprehend the S-rank rogue Ninja, Orochimaru."
Menma flashed a harmless smile, "I hope you don't misunderstand, big sister."
"Orochimaru?!"
Mei Terumī's pupils suddenly contracted, her full red lips slightly parted. Of course, she knew Orochimaru's name; she just hadn't expected him to appear in Hidden Mist Village!
She scrutinized the blond boy up and down.
"Little brother..."
She suddenly leaned forward, her alluring cleavage subtly visible, "Children who lie will be punished, you know~"
Menma's earlobes flushed slightly, but his gaze remained clear.
Now that he had been discovered, it was clearly not the time to approach the Tailed Beast.
Just as he was about to leave, a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted over.
He alertly moved aside, only to see Mei Terumī had somehow moved close to him, the cold gleam of a Kunai pressed against his throat.
"Chasing a rogue Ninja all the way to the Mizukage's office building?"
Mei Terumī's red lips curled slightly, a dangerous glint in her emerald eyes.
Menma subtly took half a step back, a harmless smile on his face: "I really am chasing Orochimaru, he's nearby..."
"Oh?"
Mei Terumī pressed closer, her slender fingers lightly caressing Menma's cheek, "Is Konoha so short-staffed? Sending a child as young as you..."
A flash of cold light!
Her Kunai suddenly slashed towards Menma's throat, but it struck empty air the instant it was about to touch his skin.
"Big sister is so ruthless."
A smiling voice came from behind him, a cold Kunai pressed against her waist.
Mei Terumī's emerald pupils constricted—what speed was that?!
"Empty words..."
She feigned composure, turning around, her long leg sweeping out like a whip, "How can I believe you, little brother...?"
"Bang!"
Menma blocked with one hand, using the force to retreat. Mei Terumī's pursuit was relentless, her whip-like leg smashing down with a whoosh. Just as it was about to connect—
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