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Orochimaru was still reveling in his own madness.
But Itachi had already lost all patience.
In just three moves, he had wasted 200,000 ryo!
Losing his eye power? That he could live with. After all, Uchiha Hikaru and his father Fugaku were still supporting the family and the village.
But money?
Once it’s gone, it’s gone. Even if you earn more, it’s new money. The old money? Spent. Never coming back.
If I keep going like this, Sasuke will fall behind all the other kids at the starting line!
Itachi made a snap decision—he’d try a Three-Tomoe Sharingan genjutsu first. If that didn’t work, then he’d use his Mangekyō.
Suddenly, the illusion activated.
"Genjutsu: Flail Technique."
Orochimaru, whose mind had just been soaring with obsessive excitent, was yanked out of his fantasy the mont his gaze t Itachi’s Sharingan.
It felt like several massive iron stakes pierced his body, the pain so real it tore at his very soul.
He knew it was an illusion. He could feel it. But his body was still able to move—barely.
Every twitch only made the pain in his real body worse.
Orochimaru raised his trembling right hand, and a thick python slithered from his sleeve, lunging toward Itachi.
Without hesitation, Itachi drew a kunai and sliced off Orochimaru’s arm from the forearm down.
Shhlick!
The severed limb hit the sand, spraying yellow dust into the air.
The loss of a limb disrupted Orochimaru’s chakra flow, instantly breaking the illusion.
But then—
Orochimaru’s pupils trembled violently.
Why?! The illusion is over! So why hasn’t the pain stopped?!
The soul-wrenching agony still clawed through him—far beyond the physical pain of losing an arm.
Itachi gazed down at him, shaking his head. There was pity in his eyes.
"Hmph. You abandoned your original body. You’ve been switching vessels for so long... your soul’s already damaged."
"You can’t even resist a basic Three-Tomoe Sharingan genjutsu anymore?"
"You’ve beco pathetic, Orochimaru."
He was simply stating the truth.
If Uchiha Hikaru had been present, he would’ve been furious.
That was my line! I could’ve earned system rewards with that!
Yes—Orochimaru’s ntal defenses had crumbled.
Itachi’s words struck deep.
Decades of effort. Half a lifeti of experintation. He thought he’d found the key to immortality—that he was on the right path.
And yet—this simple Three-Tomoe illusion had brought him to ruin.
All for nothing.
Orochimaru fell backward, laughing maniacally into the sky.
Tears stread from his eyes.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"How ridiculous... utterly ridiculous!"
"I spent my whole life chasing a lie!"
"I cut ties with my teammates!"
"I severed my love for the village!"
"I even gave up my own body!"
"And I never even got close to the threshold of eternal life!"
He laughed like a madman, until despair overtook him completely.
Itachi stared at him, suddenly... concerned.
Wait... did I just break Orochimaru beyond repair?
If I bring him back like this, Uchiha Hikaru definitely won’t give a raise.
He’ll probably scold and dump more missions on my head to make up for it...
No! No, I can’t let Orochimaru collapse!
For Sasuke’s textbooks! For Sasuke’s future! I have to fix him!
Itachi squatted in front of the weeping Orochimaru and helped him sit up in the desert.
Orochimaru was stunned out of his ntal spiral.
Huh? He’s... not finishing off?
Is it because he thinks killing while I’m down is too boring?
Damn it... this little bastard isn’t just killing my body, he’s shattering my will!
Damn you, Uchiha Itachi!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Orochimaru howled louder, tears streaming down.
Itachi blinked, thoroughly confused.
What’s going on? I helped him up... why is he crying even harder?
Did that posture aggravate his injuries?
Maybe laying him down again would help?
So Itachi gently let go.
Thud!
Orochimaru fell back onto the sand, smacking his head.
Now his entire back throbbed.
Damn you, Uchiha Itachi!
You’re not just trying to kill —you’re humiliating again and again!
Uncle Snake can’t take this anymore!
"Uchiha Itachi! If you’re going to kill , then do it!"
"Why do you have to humiliate like this?!"
Itachi’s face was blank.
Old man—subway—phone energy.
"When did I say I ca here to kill you?"
Everything went silent. The air grew still.
Orochimaru lay sprawled on the sand, glaring.
Slowly, he lifted his arm—then realized his right hand was gone and touched his head with his left.
"...You’re not here to kill ? The village didn’t send you to execute ?"
"No. Uchiha Hikaru sent to bring you back."
Orochimaru’s expression froze.
He’d only been away for six years. Who the hell was Uchiha Hikaru?
Had the village changed that much?
Am I just out of touch...?
"Uchiha Hikaru is the deputy head of the Uchiha Clan. Just think of him as the one running Konoha now."
"He’s bringing Tsunade back to beco Hokage."
"I was ordered to find you and bring you ho. All the charges against you from Root were fabricated—we’ve uncovered the truth from their secret archives."
"I’m here to help you clear your na."
...
Silence.
Orochimaru stared in disbelief.
Then he snapped out of it.
"THEN WHY DID YOU CUT OFF MY HAND?! WHAT THE HELL, ITACHI?!"
He roared.
That wasn’t just my right hand... that was my immortal Dao Heart, damn it!
You shattered my path!
You miserable bastard!
Itachi furrowed his brow, then replied with confusion.
"...Weren’t you the one who launched the snake tide at first?"
"And didn’t you start mocking before we even exchanged blows?"
Orochimaru froze.
Then slumped.
It had already happened. His pride was shattered. What was the point of complaining now?
But then Itachi said sothing that made Orochimaru’s heart pound, his pulse race—and his mind snap back to life.
"Uchiha Hikaru told ... if you’re willing to co back to the village..."
"...He’ll tell you the secret to eternal life."
"REALLY?!"
Orochimaru practically jolted upright from his despair.
The clown was all along...
With only one hand left, he quickly used the Great Snake Substitution Technique to shed his skin—literally.
A new Orochimaru erged, still slick with mucus.
He grabbed Itachi’s hands with both of his and looked up with eyes full of fervent devotion.
"Yes! I’ll go back! The village is my ho—how could I not return?!"
"Take to Uchiha Hikaru—now!"
Itachi just stared.
This wasn’t the Orochimaru he fought minutes ago.
Where was the cold, tragic, tortured genius?
Why is this snake acting like a sycophantic idiot now...?
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