Naruto: The world has misled me a lot!

The next day, Makoto Kato came to his office in the Root for the first time.

Not long after, Aburame Ryoma, dressed in a black windbreaker, came over and asked him to go to the minister's office.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

Danzo Shimura, wearing a black coat with white lining, stood quietly by the window, looking at the darkness outside.

Makoto Kato didn't understand this.

It's just that his style of doing things is a bit dark. Why do they choose such a gloomy place as their base? It is obviously the place where decent people work.

The more evil a person is, the more he should pretend to be harmless, right?

How can there be a big villain who looks like a bad guy at first glance?

"From today on, the specific work of Gen will be arranged by you."

Danzo didn't turn around, and his faint voice echoed in the office.

Aburame Ryoma, who was standing behind Danzo, had his shoulders trembled, but was quickly suppressed by him.

"This... Teacher, I just arrived at my post, isn't it too fast?"

Makoto Kato had long known that Danzo intended to step back, but he had never expected that this day would come so soon.

"Don't worry, I'll help you. I'm not completely unresponsive. You can ask me if you have any questions."

Danzo turned around with his cane, his face showing no trace of sadness or joy.

Last night, the third generation joined forces with their fellow disciples to force him to abdicate. Although he was very unhappy, he finally agreed to most of it.

His request was very simple: he would retire if three generations retired, no room for negotiation.

This is why today's situation has put additional pressure on Kato Makoto.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see someone."

Kato Makoto was a little confused. Was there someone in the Root that Danzo was going to meet in person?

The three of them walked forward in the dark, with only a faint light shining on the ground. Although it did not affect Kato Makoto's vision, he had already decided that the first thing he would do after taking office was to improve the environment of the Root.

At least at first glance it looks like a formal department.

Sisi!

A creepy sound was heard in the dark environment, and it became clearer as we walked forward.

Kato Makoto followed Danzo for a while and finally stopped in front of a door.

"You are such a rare guest. You come to my place right after the war. This is not like you."

As they walked into the house, a man with long black hair stood with his back to them. His hoarse voice was so unique that Makoto Kato instantly knew his identity.

The cold-hearted Orochimaru, a disciple of the Third Hokage and one of the Three Ninjas.

"I came here today to introduce you to the person in charge of the Root."

Danzo stood in the middle of the laboratory, ignoring Orochimaru who was still doing his own experiment, and spoke softly.

Orochimaru's hand, which was operating the experiment, suddenly stopped.

"Really? Are you so impatient, old man?"

He put down what he was holding and slowly turned around, and a face paler than paper came into Kato Makoto's sight.

The golden snake pupils and the narrow purple eyeshadow give off an evil feeling.

"You'd have a better chance if you weren't in the lab all day."

Danzo had said these words many times in the past, and Orochimaru began working under him after World War II.

Danzo has always regarded him as his right-hand man and is willing to lend him a helping hand at critical moments.

Orochimaru just sneered and didn't respond. He looked at the silent white-haired young man with a fake smile on his face.

"Makoto-kun, I heard that you have mastered the ultimate power of the Uchiha?"

When Orochimaru saw through the exquisite decoration on the surface of the Will of Fire and saw its true face inside, he changed his life pursuits.

Exploring the roots of ninja and revealing the mysteries of the world became the greatest pleasure in his life.

The eyeball in the left eye of the person in front of you is one of the mysteries.

You know, Danzo's eyes were transplanted with his help. In order to eliminate the rejection reaction, he tried various methods, but he could only reduce the impact but could not eliminate it completely.

How could a foreigner use the Sharingan without any rejection, let alone the higher-level Mangekyō?

Orochimaru was very curious.

"Well, the so-called Mangekyo is nothing more than the result of the fusion of three magatama. It can only control the tailed beasts and materialize chakra. It's not worth mentioning."

Makoto Kato found the man in front of him very interesting. Both his appearance and behavior did not look like a human, but more like a snake.

It has always been monsters that long to become humans, but this is the first time I have seen a human transform into a snake.

"Not worth mentioning? Well, I wonder if you can let me see it."

Orochimaru had a false smile on his pale face and licked his lips lightly with the tip of his triangular tongue.

"Originally there was no problem, but the Third Hokage told me yesterday not to use the Mangekyō easily."

"That's a shame. I heard that Yakushi Nono is working under Makoto-kun. I happen to have some experiments that require the assistance of an excellent medical ninja. I wonder if I can ask her to come and help me."

Orochimaru spoke with ulterior motives in a low and hoarse voice, causing Kato Makoto to narrow his eyes slightly and his gaze quickly turned cold.

"People without a sense of boundaries won't live long. Some people and some things can't be remembered."

"It seems that Cheng Jun is not very willing?"

The air in the laboratory suddenly became chilly, and the bugs in Aburame Ryoma's body began to become restless. He had to do his best to calm them down.

The two men with very different hair colors in front of him exuded a suffocating pressure, and the invisible aura seemed to be able to freeze the space.

Aburame Ryoma felt like he was stuck at the bottom of a lake a hundred meters deep. He wanted to breathe but he forgot how his chest rose and fell.

"Since you want to see it, I will let you experience the power of the kaleidoscope."

After just a few moments of contact, Kato Makoto already knew Orochimaru's personality and style of doing things.

No constraints, no taboos!

There is no other way to deal with such a person except to beat him into submission and keep him as a dog.

"Master Danzo, are you really not going to stop them?"

Aburame Ryoma half-crouched on the ground. The pressure from the two Kages was like a thousand-pound rock falling on his shoulders, making his legs and feet weak.

"You don't understand the rules of the roots?"

The black-haired old man just glanced at the embarrassed insect master and stopped talking.

In the root, the weak obey the strong, this is the rule he set.

In the world of ninjas, strength is the greatest dignity. Without strength, one can neither win the support of others nor lead a group of ninjas as fierce as wolves and tigers.

If Kato Makoto wants to take his position, he must pass this hurdle.

"It is my honor. Please let me, an ignorant person, witness the power of Uchiha Madara in calming down the troubled times!"

The golden snake pupils suddenly enlarged, and the false smile disappeared, replaced by a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression.

Orochimaru opened his mouth and a python as thick as a fist came out of his mouth. The snake's mouth opened and a divine sword emitting a bright blue light appeared.

Ignoring the slippery mucus on the sword, Orochimaru casually raised his hand and grabbed the sword in his hand. With a clear sword chant, the sharp blade stabbed towards Kato Makoto.

"Too slow, too weak."

A bright red light shone in the white-haired young man's narrowed left eye, and the three pitch-black magatama merged into a magnificent kaleidoscope pattern in an instant.

Orochimaru, who was moving left and right like a snake in front of him, didn't know that his movements, as fast as an illusion, did not have the slightest confusing effect in the eyes of the Kaleidoscope.

Kato Makoto raised his hands, with no intention of using any weapon, and waited quietly for Orochimaru to get close.

To deal with this venomous snake, you must crush it with absolute strength.

"Are you waiting for me to attack?"

Orochimaru grinned and swung the divine sword in his hand. Due to his extremely fast speed, the cold blue sword light left a series of illusory sword shadows in the air.

Aburame Ryoma, who was watching the fight, only saw Orochimaru swimming on the ground like a snake, his body shape changing unpredictably. In the blink of an eye, the sharp tip of the sword appeared one step away from Kato Makoto.

The sharp sword energy of the Kusanagi sword made the scalps of the Anbu elites who were far away feel tingling.

when!

There was an unexpected sound of metal clashing, and the Kusanagi sword was only one step away from the white-haired young man's brow, but it stopped there.

Translucent golden chakra danced around the young man like flames, and the ribs inside it slowly condensed. The Kusanagi sword pierced them without causing any cracks.

"This kind of tickling attack is so boring!"

Kato Makoto lowered his head slightly, as if looking down at Orochimaru, and his spiritual power, as endless as the sea, pierced into the golden pupils of the venomous snake along the kaleidoscope.

Flesh and blood evolved, golden armor reappeared, and in the third stage, Susanoo held the magic sword in his hand and slashed down at Orochimaru who was in a trance in front of him.

The terrifying crescent sword energy flew out, engulfing the enemy's body, cutting across the ground, shattering the roof and walls, passing through numerous obstacles and finally sinking into the outermost steel wall.

When Aburame Ryoma came to his senses, all he saw was a bottomless sword-marked gully in front of him. Looking forward, he could only see an iron wall at the end. Orochimaru had disappeared without a trace.

"Orochimaru, he's not going to die, is he?!"

Aburame Ryoma said in a shocked tone as he looked at Susanoo which turned into golden flames and then disappeared.

"Don't worry, that snake won't die that easily."

The three magatama in Danzo Shimura's right eye saw some clues. Susanoo's sword paused for a moment before it was about to hit Orochimaru, and Orochimaru also used a life-saving ninjutsu in a split second.

My disciple was holding back.

With the combination of the Mangekyo illusion and Susanoo, how many people in the current ninja world dare to say that they can take it on without getting hurt?

Besides, the Susanoo sword just now is not Makoto's limit.

"Hehehe, it's worthy of being the power that can pacify troubled times. It's really amazing."

Orochimaru emerged from the hard ground of the ruins like a fluid. His originally neat Konoha-style jonin vest was torn into strips and hung on his body. Through the clothes, one could see the hideous bleeding wounds inside.

Orochimaru suddenly turned his face upwards and opened his mouth wide, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from his mouth.

Aburame Ryoma stared in amazement as a new Orochimaru crawled out of the old Orochimaru's mouth, giving him goosebumps.

"An amazing substitute technique, but that's all."

Orochimaru was hurt by the gaze of watching an acrobatic performance. He stopped laughing and instead looked at Kato Makoto's left eye with a burning gaze.

The moment the Susanoo sword was approaching him, he felt like he was going to die. If the other party hadn't released his mental suppression, this day next year might really be his death anniversary.

Although he had heard about Kato Makoto's brilliant achievements on the battlefield from his subordinates, and knew that there was a more advanced Mangekyo above the Three Magatama, he always thought that it was just a rumor and should not be taken seriously.

It was not until today that he realized that the so-called ninjutsu, illusion, and physical techniques were like children's toys in front of this eye and were not worth mentioning.

"Even if it's Rashomon, it shouldn't be able to stop it."

The more he thought about the feeling of having one foot halfway into death, the more Orochimaru coveted the divine power of the Mangekyo.

It should be fun to manipulate this kind of power!