dmims Chapter 186 Obito: Does the Sharingan consume that much energy?
Chapter 186 Obito: Does the Sharingan consume that much energy?
Chapter 186 Obito: Does the Sharingan consume that much energy?
The land of rain.
In a secluded mountain ravine 30 miles away from Yuyin Village, the air is filled with the scent of damp earth.
At the top of the cliff, two figures stood silently.
Kabuto and Orochimaru.
A mountain breeze swept by, stirring up wisps of thin mist.
Orochimaru stood atop the mountain, looking down at the winding canyon below.
Her long hair clung slightly to her cheeks in the humid air, and her golden snake eyes narrowed, radiating a cold light.
In the silence, only his hoarse, deep voice could be heard: "Kabuto! Is the intelligence reliable?"
Kabuto smiled slightly and bowed respectfully to the man beside him: "Yes, the information is absolutely reliable."
His glasses gleamed with the faint light of dawn, and his eyes were full of confidence.
He was well aware of the significance of this intelligence to Orochimaru.
Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's gloomy face revealed a satisfied smile, and he let out a cryptic chuckle: "Heh—that's good."
The two waited quietly on the mountaintop from dawn until noon.
As time passed, the mountain mist gradually dissipated, and the damp, cold air was filled with the smell of moss and decaying leaves.
The sound of a stream could be heard in the distance, and the occasional cawing of a crow broke the silence.
Kabuto Yakushi remained quietly standing not far behind Orochimaru, his eyes occasionally glancing down at the mountain path below.
Orochimaru sat cross-legged on a rock, eyes closed, like a patient venomous snake waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.
As the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a faint light, Kabuto's pupils contracted.
Through his binoculars, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking slowly towards the end of the Pea Flying Mountain Road.
"Lord Orochimaru, they've arrived!"
Orochimaru opened his eyes upon hearing this, a sinister smile creeping across his lips: "So, you've finally arrived?"
He slowly stood up, his thin yet imposing figure rising to his feet. With a flick of his sleeves, he looked down at the people below.
At the entrance to the canyon, two figures dressed in black robes with red clouds were seen heading towards Rain Village.
It was Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki, members of Akatsuki.
A flicker of fanaticism and greed flashed in Orochimaru's golden eyes.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and gently licked his lips, then his hands quickly formed hand seals.
"hiss.
A strange murmur escaped from his mouth, and Orochimaru suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice rising sharply: "Ten Thousand Snakes Formation!"
During the banquet, chakra surged wildly atop the mountain.
The once tranquil mountain forest suddenly erupted in chaos. Countless brightly colored venomous snakes appeared out of nowhere and rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, slamming into the two travelers at the bottom of the valley!
Each snake writhed menacingly, its fangs bared, emitting a chilling hissing sound.
In the blink of an eye, the mountains and fields were filled with the shadows of snakes, swallowing up the tall and short figures like a nightmare.
Uchiha Itachi and Kisame Hoshigaki, who were traveling through the mountain stream, were caught off guard when a rain of snakes from all directions made the surroundings dark and sticky.
However, these two battle-hardened ninjas were no ordinary people.
Kisame grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and with a ferocious laugh, swung Samehada and slashed fiercely!
"Bomb 11"
The giant sword swept across, instantly smashing several giant snakes that rushed towards him into a bloody pulp.
The weasel frowned slightly, slipped, and floated back several steps, avoiding a serpentine shadow falling straight down from above.
At the same time, he rapidly formed hand seals with one hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly spat out a burst of blazing sparks: "Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique!"
Countless sparks swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into more than a dozen fireballs that shot out in all directions like dazzling fireworks, igniting all the venomous snakes that lunged at them!
"Pila--"
Accompanied by a burnt smell, dozens of venomous snakes were burned to a crisp, rolling on the ground and turning to ash.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh, making one almost nauseous.
In an instant, Itachi and Kisame effortlessly neutralized most of the serpent formation that filled the sky.
Itachi cautiously looked around. The Phoenix Flame seemed easy just a moment ago, but the instant he used chakra, a familiar dull and stabbing pain came from his chest, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat.
Itachi frowned slightly, covered his lips with his hand, and tried his best to suppress the urge to cough.
He knew his physical condition and could not reveal any weakness to the enemy.
However, before he could swallow back the surging blood in his mouth, a sudden thought struck him—a familiar yet dangerous aura was coming from above.
Itachi suddenly raised his head, his scarlet Sharingan locking onto the top of the cliff.
A figure appeared among the treetops above!
Against the dim light of the day, those vertical golden pupils stood out conspicuously, like lurking venomous snakes that sent chills down one's spine.
"Orochimaru!" Itachi murmured the name, his voice as cold as ice.
It really was him—who else but this persistent venomous snake would resort to such a disgusting tactic?
The figure lightly touched the branch with its toes and suddenly swooped down from the height.
Orochimaru crossed his arms and glanced at Itachi and Kisame.
Finally, his gaze settled on Itachi, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips.
"Long time no see, Ichi-san."
He stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips, looking both smug and pleased.
The moment Orochimaru saw Itachi, he knew the information was correct.
Itachi's complexion was so bad that it could no longer be concealed, and he was clearly terminally ill.
Orochimaru was overjoyed.
Itachi ultimately fell into his hands.
Upon seeing this, Kisame immediately stood guard, holding his sword horizontally in front of Itachi: "Orochimaru!"
"You traitor, how dare you show your face!"
Kisame grinned maliciously, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Perfect timing! The organization has been offering a bounty for your ring; capturing you will bring in a hefty reward!"
As Kisame spoke, he lifted Samehada and was about to step forward.
However, Itachi slightly raised his hand, signaling Kisame to calm down.
At this moment, Itachi's dark eyes were fixed on the tall, slender figure in front of him, his gaze as cold as ice.
Orochimaru.
He repeated the enemy's name in a deep voice, his lips pressed into a cold, straight line. There was no small talk or greeting; only murderous intent permeated the air.
Orochimaru completely disregarded Kisame.
He simply stared down at Itachi, his smile growing increasingly sinister.
Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.
Orochimaru spoke first, his voice hoarse with pleasure: "Uchiha Itachi—judging from your face, you probably won't live much longer, will you?"
He was like a snake excitedly flicking its tongue at its dying prey, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the weasel's haggard, pale face.
Upon hearing this, Itachi's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
No wonder Orochimaru dared to come looking for him!
It turns out that Orochimaru already knew he was seriously ill.
But a sense of confusion flashed through my mind.
His illness had only flared up for a few days, yet Orochimaru had already received the news.
Where did he get this information from?
Leaf Village?
Or is it Xiao?
Thinking of this, Itachi's eyes flashed even colder.
He stared intently at the repulsive face before him, his mind racing as he weighed the options.
If there is one person in the ninja world that Itachi desperately wants to eliminate, it is none other than Orochimaru.
This madman, who would stop at nothing for immortality and power, never hides his greedy desire for the Sharingan.
Now, only he and Sasuke remain of the Uchiha clan openly. Orochimaru's goal is self-evident. Itachi's gaze is sharp as a knife, his whole body tense, and his chakra flows quietly within him. He is already considering whether to risk worsening his condition in order to eliminate this threat.
After all, the chances of meeting Orochimaru are really few and far between.
"Itachi".
Orochimaru's tone was drawn out, his narrow pupils filled with mockery and greed. His voice suddenly softened into a gentle, coaxing tone as he slowly said, "How about we make a deal? Hand over yourself obediently, and I might take pity on you and spare your brother's life. What do you say?"
Upon hearing this, Itachi's pupils contracted sharply, and the tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly for a moment.
His face suddenly darkened, and a suppressed killing intent rose from his body.
Sasuke
He murmured his brother's name, his voice carrying a dangerous chill.
As expected, this guy also had designs on Sasuke!
"Hehe, how about it? This is a good deal, isn't it?"
Orochimaru's smile deepened as he saw Itachi's expression change.
A resolute look flashed in Itachi Uchiha's eyes, and he said no more.
He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again!
Blood surged in his pupils, the tomoe spun wildly, forming strange patterns, and the Mangekyou Sharingan was instantly activated!
The moment Orochimaru saw those terrifying, scarlet pupils suddenly open, his own pupils contracted sharply.
The Mangekyou Sharingan possesses such terrifying power!
Without the slightest hesitation, Orochimaru let out a strange laugh: "Hehe, goodbye!"
Before he could finish speaking, his entire body suddenly disintegrated!
Countless small snakes burst out of his body with a "whoosh," like a pot of exploding snakes, scurrying in all directions!
The weasel's body stiffened.
The opponent, who was shouting threats just a second ago, suddenly transformed into a snake and fled.
The valley was silent for two seconds, with only the sound of flowing water echoing in my ears.
Kisame was completely dumbfounded: "Huh?"
He stood there dumbfounded, holding the sharkskin, his face filled with disbelief. "It just ran away?!"
Orochimaru's swift and decisive escape even made the well-informed Kisame rub his eyes, wondering if he had seen something wrong.
He had expected a fierce battle, but to his surprise, the other party made a hasty retreat the moment Itachi revealed his killing intent.
The contrast was so great that Kisame felt a sense of absurdity, as if he had punched empty air.
Itachi Uchiha was also stunned for a moment.
He tensed his entire body, ready for a desperate fight, but Orochimaru actually...
Should we just run away?
Thinking of this, Itachi felt a sense of relief, and a sudden wave of dizziness and exhaustion washed over his tense body.
"Cough—cough cough—" He felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn't hold back, a series of violent coughs tearing at his chest.
With each cough, the pain was unbearable, as if his internal organs were about to shatter. Several mouthfuls of blood gushed out unexpectedly, their bright red color glaringly obvious.
"Ichiro-san?!" Kisame saw Itachi sway and quickly stepped forward to support his shoulder.
I felt my vision go black, my knees buckled, and I almost collapsed.
Fortunately, Kisame was quick-witted and reached out to support his body.
"Mr. Daichi, are you alright?"
The playful expression on Kisame's face had vanished, replaced by an unusual look of anxiety.
He quickly put Samehada back on his back and carefully helped Itachi sit down next to a tree trunk.
"I coughed. My vision blurred and it became unclear. It was as if a thick fog had been shrouded in my ears, and all the sounds around me were distant and muffled."
He tried his best to muster any strength, but his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
At this moment, Itachi felt utterly defeated; his body could no longer support him using the Mangekyou Sharingan.
Meanwhile, at the mountaintop, Yakushi Kabuto was holding up binoculars, taking in the scene unfolding in the mountain stream.
He witnessed Itachi coughing up blood violently and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly behind his glasses.
"—"
Just then, a series of dense sounds came from the bushes not far away.
Yakushi Kabuto turned around and looked.
A large group of small snakes of various colors swam across the ground. These snakes swam like peas and eventually gathered together, as if driven by some force, intertwining and clinging to each other.
A few breaths later, the swarm of writhing snakes suddenly raised several figures, coiled and twisted, and incredibly reassembled into human form!
Orochimaru's pale, sinister face reappeared, accompanied by a series of smug chuckles.
His eyes gleamed with ambition as he looked down into the ravine.
"Lord Orochimaru," Kabuto Yakushi greeted respectfully, adjusting his glasses and reporting with a smile, "I just confirmed with my own eyes that your guess was absolutely correct. Itachi Uchiha is now terminally ill; he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood simply from activating his Mangekyou Sharingan!"
"Heh, is that so?" Orochimaru chuckled contentedly.
"Uchiha Itachi—hahahaha!" He threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter, filled with undisguised excitement and ecstasy, echoed endlessly across the mountaintop.
Orochimaru laughed wildly for a while, then slowly stopped, his expression becoming increasingly confident.
With his hands behind his back, his golden snake eyes gleamed with cold light as he looked down into the direction of the mountain stream, as if his dying prey was already at his mercy.
Kabuto Yakushi, standing to the side, also smiled.
However, as he laughed, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he remembered something, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.
After a moment, Kabuto cautiously spoke up: "But—Lord Orochimaru, if I may be so bold, weren't you being a bit too cautious just now? In my opinion, given Itachi's current physical condition, perhaps such caution isn't necessary?"
There was something Kabuto didn't dare say aloud: Itachi hadn't even made a move yet, he had only activated his Mangekyou Sharingan.
Lord Orochimaru actually ran away.
They're a bit too easily frightened.
Before he could finish speaking, Orochimaru suddenly turned his head, his golden pupils fixed on Kabuto.
His gaze was cold and sinister, with a hint of danger in it.
Yakushi Kabuto's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead: "This subordinate had absolutely no intention of offending you! I spoke out of turn just now, please forgive me, Lord Orochimaru!"
"snort."
Orochimaru touched his left wrist. Every time he thought of Itachi Uchiha, he felt a dull ache in his wrist.
"Kabuto, listen to me carefully." Orochimaru removed his hand from his wrist, placing it behind his back, his voice chilling yet clear as he spoke, "I'm not afraid of Uchiha Itachi—"
He squinted, and his voice suddenly rose a few decibels.
"He's already halfway to his death. This is the kind of final act a powerful fighter like Itachi Uchiha makes before he dies."
"That's a power that even an entire village might not be able to withstand!"
"If that's the case, why should I provoke him?"
Kabuto nodded repeatedly and humbly replied, "Yes, Lord Orochimaru is absolutely right."
Seeing this, Orochimaru's lips curled into a smile again, his voice hoarse and mocking: "All we need to do is harass him. How many more times can he last, given his physical condition?"
"Got it? This is tactical!"
"A mere, terminally ill Itachi, is as easy as turning my hand to get him, Orochimaru."
"But there's no need to be in such a hurry."
Upon hearing this, Kabuto exclaimed in admiration, "I understand! Lord Orochimaru, you've thought things through perfectly!"
Of course, there was one thing Orochimaru didn't say aloud.
He had only recently used the Reincarnation Technique, and for the next three years, he would be unable to use it again if his hand were cut off—
That would be a big problem.
Just then.
A disdainful laugh suddenly came from not far behind them: "Pfft, pfft, pfft—as expected of Orochimaru!"
"While your escape technique was already astonishing enough, it paled in comparison to your shamelessness!"
Orochimaru and Kabuto were both taken aback!
Orochimaru whirled around, his composure fading, his golden vertical pupils narrowing sharply: "Who—?!"
On a rock less than ten meters away from the two people, two unfamiliar figures were standing there!
A strange mask with an orange background and black patterns—a scarlet Sharingan can be vaguely seen in the empty single eye socket!
Half a step to his side stood a strangely shaped person, half of whose body was as black as ink, while the other side was as white as paper.
Orochimaru's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank.
He had no sense of their approach at all, as if they had appeared out of thin air!
Orochimaru forced himself to suppress his inner shock, staring intently at the tall man wearing the tiger-striped mask: "There are still other Uchiha members alive?"
He didn't recognize the guy wearing the tiger-skin mask.
But he recognized the Sharingan behind the mask.
The two who arrived were Obito and Zetsu, who had come looking for Itachi Uchiha.
When Obito saw that Orochimaru had designs on Itachi, he activated his Mangekyou Sharingan without hesitation.
The Sharingan, which originally had three tomoe, began to spin wildly in the blink of an eye, the tomoe connecting to form a strange pattern like a windmill!
Obito coldly replied, "Itachi Uchiha is my man! Orochimaru, you've come to the wrong person!"
"And kaleidoscopes?"
Orochimaru instantly recognized the terrifying pattern in the other's pupils, and his heart sank to the bottom.
The Uchiha clan actually had such a hidden figure?!
His expression shifted between light and dark, but his steps showed no hesitation.
A ruthless glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes, and he grabbed Kabuto Yakushi by the collar, shouting, "Go!"
Before Dou could react, he instantly moved like a gust of wind, retreating rapidly in the opposite direction!
Orochimaru's sleeves fluttered, and with a few leaps, he rushed into the dense forest, moving so fast it seemed as if a raging beast was chasing him.
In the blink of an eye, apart from the sound of the wind, the two figures had vanished from the mountaintop cliff edge.
The mountaintop returned to silence.
Only the two new, uninvited guests remained standing in place, their robes billowing in the cold wind from above.
As he watched Orochimaru's hasty retreat, Zetsu shrugged and chuckled at Obito, saying, "Are we just going to let him get away like that? Aren't we going to chase him?"
Upon hearing this, Obito scoffed dismissively, "Hmph, no need to waste time."
Obito withdrew his gaze from the forest and turned to walk down the mountain: "Let's go check on Itachi first; his condition doesn't seem optimistic."
Down in the mountain stream.
Uchiha Itachi leaned against a thick tree trunk, his eyes slightly closed as he regulated his breathing.
His face was still pale, but his breathing gradually became more steady.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Daichi?"
Kisame put down the water jug in his hand and asked cautiously.
He knew Itachi didn't like others seeing his weakness, but out of concern, he still whispered tentatively.
Itachi shook his head slightly: "It's nothing."
At this moment, Obito and Zetsu arrived.
Obito slowly sized up Itachi Uchiha before him, and after a moment let out a soft sigh: "How pathetic, Itachi."
The voice sounded muffled through the mask, revealing little emotion.
But the hint of disappointment in his words was quite obvious.
Obito wanted Itachi, that's true, but what use could Itachi be in this state?
Obito shook his head: "Can you still continue working?"
Itachi struggled to open his eyes, his dark pupils fixed on the uninvited guest before him.
Whether I can continue working after you arrive depends on you!
Obito was somewhat puzzled: "Oh? What do you mean?"
Itachi was silent for a moment: "My body became like this because of the Mangekyou Sharingan. If I'm not mistaken, you should be able to resolve this!"
Obito was somewhat surprised by Itachi's words: "Your illness—is it because of the Sharingan?"
Obito looked at Itachi Uchiha with a puzzled expression.
He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Are the side effects of the Sharingan really that severe?
Why didn't he feel anything?