From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

But that is still unimportant. Until now, Diarmuid's almost endless source of chakra has always been the dark origin power of the Dark-Dark Fruit.

He and the darkness had long since merged into one, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

The source of darkness is the source of chakra.

As a natural-type fruit, the Dark-Dark Fruit seemed to be integrated into the "rules" of this world. Even Diarmait didn't know how much chakra he had.

Anyway, he estimated that even if he used all his strength, he would probably not run out of chakra even if he cast ninjutsu for ten days.

That's right. If you guys are cheating, I, Diarmait, will follow suit. Only then can it be called a competition on the same level!

Jiraiya silently watched Diarmait pretend again and did not speak again, for fear of being hit.

Diarmait patted his shoulder with a smile, acting like a senior, and said, "Let's go. The training of immortal arts has come to an end. I should..."

But before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed, and the strength of his feet seemed to be out of control, and he stepped on the floor tiles and broke them into pieces.

Jiraiya supported Diarmuid in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

However, before Diarmait could speak, Jiraiya saw an even more horrifying scene. Was this guy cheating?

No, to be precise, the arm is green?

Diarmuid's arm, which Jiraiya was holding, had actually sprouted some branches, like an old tree in spring, with emerald green leaves blooming on the branches...

"What's going on? Are you a transformed tree spirit?" Jiraiya exclaimed.

Diarmuid was also surprised to see this scene, and then his face lit up and said: "You are the dryad, I have awakened the Wood Release!!!"

It finally comes out after much anticipation!

He spent more time studying Wood Release than studying Senjutsu.

But there has been no progress. After all, the fairy technique can still feel the harmony of the body. Wood Release is really useless. Orochimaru planted a "seed" in his body at the beginning, and now it has finally sprouted?

"Wood Release?!" Jiraiya exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you use Wood Release?"

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Chapter 584: Orochimaru’s death, Jiraiya is heartbroken!

Diarmait said bluntly, "You ask as if it's possible for me to know magic. In this world, nothing is impossible for me."

Jiraiya opened his mouth, but in the end, no words came out.

Because when he thought about it, it seemed to be right. At least in Jiraiya's cognition, Wood Release was just a bloodline limit. According to the first Hokage, Wood Release was the combination of water and earth attributes.

He had never studied Wood Release, and knew little about Konoha's secret research, so he didn't know how difficult it was to develop Wood Release's bloodline limit.

Now that I think about it, compared to this kind of bloodline limit, it seems that Diarmuid's self-taught magic is more powerful.

This... suddenly seems acceptable.

"That's true." Jiraiya smacked his lips and muttered to himself.

Then he looked up and saw Diarmait holding his breath, as if he was exerting force on something, but after a while, nothing happened, which made Jiraiya a little confused.

"What are you...doing?" Jiraiya hesitated for a moment, then asked.

Diarmait shook his head and said nothing. Instead, his eyes were serious as he continued to toss and turn something in secret, struggling with something.

After about three or two minutes, Jiraiya was getting a little impatient, and Diarmait's face turned bitter. He cursed helplessly: "Damn it!"

"What happened?" Jiraiya asked again.

Diarmait raised his arm. The branches and leaves on it were still green, and even Diarmait's face turned green.

"I can't take it back!" Diarmait cursed.

"What do you mean you can't take it back?" Jiraiya was stunned for a moment, looking confused. Then, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he asked, "You can't control the Wood Release power in your body?"

"I don't know what's going on now. I can feel the power of Wood Release taking root in my body, but I can't control it. I wanted to take all the branches and other things that grew out back into my body, but I simply can't do it..." Diarmait shook his head, frowned, and said with some confusion.

Logically speaking, something like bloodline limits should be like instinct. Once formed, they are engraved in the genes and can be used at will.

For example, the mud escape that Diarmuid had invented before, he could use it however he wanted.

But now he can feel the signs of the Wood Release Kekkei Genkai taking root in his body, but he can't control it. It's so fucking outrageous!

It's a completely unreasonable situation.

During the brief moment they were talking, Jiraiya said in surprise, "Has your branch grown a bit?"

Diarmuid took a serious look and said, "Yes, it seems that things are going to be troublesome. If we can't control it and let it continue to grow, I..."

"Is it possible for you to turn into a tree?" Jiraiya looked at Diarmait in disbelief and gave his conclusion.

"We can't rule out this possibility..." Diarmait said helplessly.

As expected, Wood Release is the most bizarre bloodline limit, no doubt about it. Other people's Sharingans are transplanted casually, without so many fancy tricks. But your Wood Release has so many problems all the time.

At this moment, a maid whispered from outside the door: "Lord Diarmait, Lord Scorpion asked me to report to you that Lord Orochimaru has completed his research."

Diarmuid raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, his eyes lit up as he said, "That's exactly what I wanted to do. If I'm unsure about something, I can ask Orochimaru, especially if it's something related to scientific research. Let's go."

Diarmait said as he walked out with Jiraiya.

When Jiraiya heard that he was finally going to meet his good friend Orochimaru, he was very happy. He followed Diarmait and soon the two of them got off the hydraulic elevator.

Orochimaru's laboratory was on the seventh floor of the building. As soon as the elevator door opened, Diarmuid and Jiraiya walked out. When they turned a corner, they saw Orochimaru's laboratory.

The door of the laboratory was open.

At the same time, two figures carrying something walked out from inside.

But it wasn't Orochimaru and Sasori, but Kakuzu and Biwa Juzo.

Looking more closely, the thing they were carrying seemed to be a person?

Kakuzu grabbed the man's hands, and Biwa Juuzou pulled the man's feet. Judging from the man's performance, he seemed to have no strength, like a dead body.

Diarmait didn't notice, but Jiraiya's expression suddenly changed. He didn't care about anything else and rushed over. When he got close, his expression was even more unacceptable. He stood there trembling.

Because he had seen clearly that the 'thing' that Kakuzu and Biwa Juuzou moved out was actually Orochimaru!

After trembling, Jiraiya suddenly stepped forward and stopped Kakuzu and Biwa Juuzou's actions. Then he put his hand under Orochimaru's nose, felt it, and then wailed unacceptably: "Why did you die? Why did you die???"

Biwa Juzo and Kakuzu were both very confused, and then seemed to react. However, just as Biwa Juzo was about to explain, he saw Kakuzu shaking his head at him with a malicious look, then silently put down Orochimaru's body and said, "Give them two some time..."

Biwa Juuzou looked at Kakuzu in surprise, "Your bad taste is a bit too much! ?

But he didn't say anything in the end. It seemed that it would be quite interesting to witness the embarrassing moments of the Sannin.

Jiraiya became even more sad after hearing what Kakuzu said. He seemed unable to accept the reality. He put his hand on Orochimaru's heart and felt it. Sure enough, his heart stopped beating.

"Damn it, there's no way you can die so easily..." Jiraiya cursed, and raised chakra in his hand, like a palm magic?

He pressed Orochimaru, but the more he did this, the more painful Jiraiya's face became, because he had already felt that there was only a corpse here, and even Orochimaru's soul might have returned to the pure land... The corpse was empty, there was nothing in it.

The grief in his heart grew more and more intense. To be honest, when he came to find Orochimaru, Jiraiya had the intention of scolding this guy no matter what, and questioning him to find out why he left Konoha and why he defected.

But at this moment, looking at the body of his former best friend, the little friend he grew up with, he couldn't utter those words of accusation.

I have a lot on my mind, but when I come to my mouth, all I feel is sadness.

The past flashed through his mind. When they were little, Orochimaru had helped him chase Tsunade and played pranks with her. The three of them had fought together on the battlefield, trusting each other with their lives. In the Land of Rain, they had fought against Hanzo the Salamander and earned the title of Sannin.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt. Sadness welled up in his heart, and two lines of clear tears flowed from Jiraiya's eyes, following the red stripes on his face and gathering on his chin.

"Orochimaru!!!" Jiraiya held Orochimaru's body and cried out to the sky.

Weren't you studying some ninjutsu? How did you die like that?

Just as Jiraiya was holding Orochimaru's body, crying bitterly, unable to accept this cruel reality.

A cold yet slightly amused voice came from the door of the laboratory.

"What do you want me to do? Jiraiya?"

"Don't die... huh???" Jiraiya responded instinctively at first, then his expression suddenly became confused.

Who?

Who's talking to me?

Am I so sad that I'm hallucinating?

It’s Orochimaru’s voice for sure!

Is it his soul that hasn't left yet? ...Please give me flowers.

"I haven't seen you crying like this in years. The last time I saw you was the night Tsunade rejected your confession."

Jiraiya finally came to his senses and turned to look at the door of the laboratory.

Sure enough, at this moment, a figure was leaning against the door frame, with his arms folded in front of him and a wicked smile on his lips. Judging from the pale yellow plain clothes and purple rope, this was definitely Orochimaru.

It’s just that their figures may be similar and their voices are exactly the same, but their facial expressions are quite different.

That was not the face of Orochimaru in his impression, but a stranger's face.

"This...this...what's going on?" Jiraiya was a little confused and felt like his brain was stuck.

At this moment, Orochimaru raised his hand as if performing a magic trick, like the Sichuan Opera face-changing, and wiped his face from top to bottom. After his palm left, a face that looked like himself appeared there.

"I didn't expect that my death would be such a big blow to you? To be honest, I'm a little touched, hehe..." Orochimaru said with a malicious smile.

Jiraiya finally reacted and looked down at his arms. It was definitely Orochimaru's body. He then looked up at the figure that was indeed no different from Orochimaru and exclaimed, "What on earth have you researched, you bastard?"

At the same time, he also understood that Orochimaru was definitely not dead!

Jiraiya was very embarrassed at this time. His feet were wearing wooden clogs, and his fingers were almost digging out a Konoha Village on the clogs.

My goodness, I cried so miserably while holding Orochimaru's body, but in the end I was fooled by Orochimaru.

For a moment, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Idiot, after seeing this, can't you understand and react?" Orochimaru complained, then puffed out his chest and said proudly, "I have transcended the constraints of life and death, Jiraiya. I have achieved the most important step of the oath we made in front of the memorial: eternal life!"

Jiraiya looked at the corpse in his arms, then at Orochimaru. Recalling the incident that had just occurred, he suddenly woke up and asked in surprise, "You transferred your soul!?"

"You're not that stupid." Orochimaru said with a smile on his face.

"Asshole, how could you do such a thing! You are...you are..." Jiraiya looked at Orochimaru angrily, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

But there is no doubt that playing with souls and manipulating life and death is definitely not a good thing.

"A fool bound by old conventions." Orochimaru responded with disdain, then looked at Diarmait. Then, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he asked, "Is this the Sage Dryad Mode? An original creation?"