A New Snake In The Shinobi World

With a loud "Duang!", the First Hokage turned to stone, black smoke rising from his body.

The legendary God of Shinobi reduced to this?

Seeing this, Kushina, who had been somewhat intimidated by the resurrected Hokage, now had a look of disbelief, black lines practically forming on her forehead.

Even Orochimaru was momentarily stunned.

Although he knew Hashirama was known for his lighthearted nature, he hadn't expected him to be struck speechless, quite literally by Tobirama's scolding.

This dynamic... Was this truly the revered duo responsible for shaping the modern shinobi world?

"Tobirama-sama," Orochimaru began, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "your invention, the Reanimation Jutsu, might not be overly complex. But if you've developed it, should you really blame others for using it?"

Tobirama's expression darkened. Before he could respond, Hashirama chimed in, his tone carrying a hint of guilt. "It's true, this jutsu isn't something I approve of. Tobirama, if you had just followed my guidance back then—"

"Brother, enough!" Tobirama interrupted sharply, irritation clear in his voice. "Do you not understand the importance of the current situation? Focus on what's in front of us!"

Hashirama's expression froze as he turned to stone once more, as if Tobirama's words had physically petrified him.

Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at the sight, while Kushina, watching from the side, struggled to hold back laughter.

Tobirama ignored his elder brother entirely. His sharp gaze fell back on Orochimaru. "Tell me why you summoned us. If your reasons aren't satisfactory…"

"There's a war," Orochimaru interrupted calmly, not giving Tobirama the chance to finish. "The four major ninja villages have united to besiege Konoha."

Tobirama froze, his stern expression giving way to shock. "Four villages? Besieging Konoha?"

Even Hashirama, regaining his composure, rubbed his temples and sighed. "Really… It seems like war is an inevitability, no matter the era."

"Yes," Orochimaru continued. "I summoned you both to help Konoha survive this crisis. I've made no attempt to suppress your personalities or will, you're free to act as you see fit."

Tobirama's sharp eyes narrowed as he examined his resurrected form. "The technique feels… refined. The precision is far better than what I originally created, and our strength seems nearly identical to when we were alive." His gaze sharpened as he turned back to Orochimaru. "You've perfected my jutsu, haven't you?"

"I have," Orochimaru admitted with no hesitation.

Tobirama frowned but didn't press further. "If it's to protect Konoha, I won't hold you accountable for this… yet. However, I do have questions." He glanced over Orochimaru's shoulder at Kushina, who stood nervously behind him. "What's the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki doing here? And…" His sharp gaze returned to Orochimaru. "What's the explanation for your so-called Sage body? You're clearly not one of my clan." ŕαŊꝊᛒЁŠ

Hashirama, who had been quietly observing, tilted his head in curiosity. "Sage body? Hahaha! So, do you truly possess the Sage body? But judging by your eyes, you're clearly not a Senju. Hey, boy, what's your story?"

Orochimaru smirked. "As expected of the legendary Hokage. Your sensory skills are truly extraordinary." He didn't attempt to hide anything. "Since the two of you have asked, I'll tell you."

With that, Orochimaru's golden slit-pupils shifted. A scarlet hue enveloped his eyes, forming a distinctive kaleidoscope pattern.

The Sharingan.

Tobirama's frown deepened, and Hashirama's expression turned to surprise.

"A Sharingan?!"

"But not just any Sharingan," Tobirama noted, his voice laced with suspicion. "This is the Mangekyo… no, something beyond that. A perfected form?"

Orochimaru allowed the Sharingan to return to its natural golden state. "Both the Sage body and the Sharingan are the results of my research—projects that I have completed through science."

"Science?" Tobirama repeated, his tone skeptical but intrigued.

"Indeed. Not only have I successfully fused these abilities into myself, but I've done so without any side effects," Orochimaru said with a trace of pride.

Before either of the Hokage could respond, Orochimaru addressed Tobirama's earlier question. "As for the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki's presence, don't you think she's safer by my side than anywhere else?"

Tobirama narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Orochimaru. "You're an impressive individual… though I don't fully trust you. Still, your words make some sense. On the battlefield, I can sense traces of my brother's chakra—though weaker, it's clearly being utilized."

Hashirama stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, you've replicated my power through research? Hahaha, you really are a genius!"

"It's an honor to receive such praise from you, Lord First," Orochimaru replied smoothly, bowing his head slightly.

Hashirama laughed heartily. "Yes, yes, a ninja as brilliant as you… If I were alive, I'd insist on marrying you to Tsunade! She's about your age, isn't she?"

"Brother!" Tobirama's face was lined with exasperation. "They're the same generation. Don't say such ridiculous things in front of him!"

"Oh… the same generation?" Hashirama blinked in realization before muttering to himself. "Then Tsunade must be…"

"Already married to me," Orochimaru said nonchalantly, his tone calm.

Hashirama: "…"

Tobirama: "…"

A heavy silence filled the air.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Hashirama suddenly burst out laughing. His boisterous voice echoed through the clearing. "Hahahahaha! So you married Tsunade? Hahaha, boy, you have my condolences! It must be tough!"

Orochimaru: "…"

Kushina: "…"

Kushina's jaw dropped as she processed Hashirama's words. Her entire worldview felt shaken.

Why did this legendary figure—the God of Shinobi—seem to operate on a completely different wavelength from everyone else?

Was this the same man whose power had once reshaped the shinobi world?

Tobirama, sensing another embarrassing outburst from his elder brother, quickly interjected to steer the conversation back on track. "Alright, enough of this nonsense! We need to focus on the battlefield!"

Hashirama nodded, his expression becoming serious. "You're right. Let's go!"

Orochimaru gestured toward the west. "I'd like you two to head to the western battlefield near Konoha."

Tobirama narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why the west? Wouldn't it make more sense for us to head to the northwest or northeast, given our proximity to those locations?"

"I have other plans in mind," Orochimaru replied, his tone giving no room for argument.

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