Orochimaru's Allah's Lamp

"The village will give you some support."

"That's not necessary."

After listening to the third generation's words, Orochimaru shook his head and laughed, and said slowly,

"Except for contacting the warriors of the Iron Country and purchasing corresponding medical supplies, don't even think about intervening in other matters."

As he said that, Orochimaru turned to look at Danzo and said jokingly,

"Of course, if Lord Danzo can 'hand over' this surgical method on your body, it will be of some use."

Hearing this, Danzo narrowed his eyes slightly, not taking Orochimaru's taunt seriously, and said slowly,

"Everything I do is for the village. If you want this, why not give it to me."

Anyway, I originally got it from you.

Danzo knew very well that the success of his own transplant was not due to any breakthrough in technology, but simply because of the money spent.

If Orochimaru wants to copy this process, he will only be defeated.

Orochimaru twitched the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Danzo-sama is so generous, so I would be disrespectful."

Of course he knew that there must be some kind of problem with what Danzo gave him, but what did it matter, he didn't intend to use it anyway.

The most important thing at the moment is to promote human experiments on gene fusion in an orderly manner.

"..."

The third generation glanced at Orochimaru, vaguely aware of the fishiness involved, but he did not dwell on this matter, and turned to tell his two advisors,

"Although we have adopted a relatively conservative strategy at the moment, we still need to prevent possible encirclement..."

"You two have now taken over the intelligence organization. Pay attention to the trends in the Kingdom of Tang, the Kingdom of Sound, and the Kingdom of Hehe."

After giving instructions on related matters, the meeting ended completely.

After everyone else left the Hokage room, the third generation Sarutobi Hiruzen stayed alone in his seat, smoking his pipe, the wrinkles on his face squeezed into ravines, and his face was very sad.

The so-called support for the Iron Kingdom to deal with the Grass Ninja Village, in the eyes of the Third Generation, is just a stupid method of settling for the next best thing, and is too conservative.

What really needs to be done is to attack decisively, just like Orochimaru said, to completely eliminate the ambitions of the Grass Ninja Village.

But as soon as he understood, he lost the ability to force all of this.

"well……"

Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed slightly in his heart, "The fourth generation died too early..."

The leader was too important. Ever since the village returned to his hands, it had begun to look bleak. More than a year had passed and it still had not gotten over the shadow of the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

However, even though he knew that continuing to be Hokage was not a good thing, he still had to continue sitting in this position.

The essence of power lies in the support of those below.

For example, Orochimaru, when he was in this position, could still summon him, but if it were Jiraiya, he would probably have to use the word 'request'.

Danzo has always wanted to be Hokage, but between him and Orochimaru, there will only be a pure exchange of interests. Otherwise, they can only 'force'. If it develops to the latter, it will undoubtedly cause Konoha to fall apart.

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"We can't go on like this."

The third generation clutched his pipe, closed his eyes, and began to think about the most suitable candidate for the 'fifth generation'.

…

In the dense forest, three figures flew quickly between the tree trunks. They looked very tired, but they did not dare to stop for a moment.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mifune, the leader of the Iron Country, lay on the back of a samurai, his chest heaving violently, and blood spitting out from the corner of his mouth.

When the Kusakunin Village was raided, as the leader of the samurai, Mifune naturally had the duty to lead his men to resist.

However, even if his strength exceeds that of an ordinary elite jounin and is close to a shadow-level powerhouse, he is still unable to resist the monsters in the Box of Bliss.

The compatibility is so bad!

A samurai's sword couldn't kill such a monster. Even if it was combined with ninjutsu, they were all dodged. There was nothing that could be done about it.

If his warriors hadn't risked their lives and tried their best to kill him, he would probably have to explain where he was.

"leader?!"

Blood wetted the collar of the ninja uniform. The strong man carrying Mifune was shocked. He quickly stopped on a tree trunk and took out hemostatic pills from his pocket to stabilize Mifune's injuries.

The other two samurai also stopped, glanced at Mifune worriedly, and then immediately turned their attention to the surroundings, alert to the enemies chasing them at any time.

"Ahem...Chongsuke, if you leave me, you still have a chance to save your lives."

Mifune's face was pale and he was so weak that he could have killed even a child, but his tone left no room for doubt.

However, the samurai named Okisuke didn't listen at all and took care of his injuries. The man's face was dark and tired, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Chief, don't say such things again. The worst is possible. We'll have to fight them."

"Stupid!" Mifune sighed in his heart and said in a deep voice, "For the Iron Kingdom, you must live. You are the hope of the village."

"No, without you, the Kingdom of Iron really has no hope."

After saying this, Samurai Okosuke put Mifune on his back again and ran towards Yunin Village without saying a word.

He is not afraid of death, but asking him to bear the hope of reviving the Iron Country's samurai village is more terrifying than letting him die.

Not everyone can bear this burden.

Some people are leaders who can control the rudder of a ship, while others can only be sailors. Samurai Okisuke is very self-aware. With his ability, he can only be a first mate at most.

"We'll reach Tang Ninja Village in another ten miles or so."

The samurai shouted in a rough voice, "Try harder, it will be safe when you get there, the grass ninjas will never dare..."

Swish, swish, swish...

A sudden sound of breaking wind came, and wooden spiked spears shot out from all directions.

"trap?"

The samurai Chongsuke was startled, and a fierce flash flashed in his eyes. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and waved it, layer by layer, airtight.

The wooden spear shattered with a sound, and the wooden wall woven with vines that followed was also torn into pieces.

The samurai Chongsuke held his sword in front of his chest and looked around the dense forest, with a flash of suspicion in his eyes.

To say this was a trap would be childish, and even the more powerful genin would not be hit.

"Who?"

Another warrior seemed to have noticed it, and the blade of the sword floated with strong winds, cutting off the tree trunks and vines on the side and blowing them away.

"Ahhh...it's so dangerous, you bastard!"

A silver-haired boy jumped out of the tree canopy, his purple eyes flashing with anger.

"You bastards destroyed my bear trap and you still want to kill me?"

"Bear hunting?"

Only then did the samurai Okisuke realize that there was a beehive around him, which had been broken open by someone, and honey was dripping down from it. He immediately understood that he had suffered an unreasonable disaster, and anger arose in his heart.

But when he saw that this was just a young man, Samurai Okusuke forcibly restrained him and ran towards the direction of Yunin Village.

The grass ninjas will be chasing us soon, and we can't delay any longer.

But the silver-haired boy refused to give in. "You ruined my trap and still want to kill me. I can't let you go like this."