Obito Reborn With Double Kamui

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At night, in a secret laboratory in Konoha Village—

The surroundings were pitch black and silent, forming a stark contrast with the brightly lit and bustling area not far away.

A figure wearing a white robe, with pale skin, walked out of the laboratory. If a Konoha ninja were present, they would recognize that this was one of the Three Legendary Sannin—Orochimaru.

At this moment, Orochimaru was not in the best of moods. The development of the technique for eternal life had encountered one difficulty after another. The Wood Release experiments in collaboration with Danzo had also been forced to go underground due to his teacher, Sarutobi Hiruzen, putting a stop to them…

As he walked, he pondered. If he wanted to break through the deadlock and achieve immortality, did he have to come into direct contact with that forbidden jutsu?

That jutsu, developed by the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, which could, in a certain sense, revive the dead.

Such a technique would surely provide him with immense inspiration. However—that was a jutsu strictly forbidden by his teacher, Hiruzen. Once he took the first step, there might be no turning back.

'Had he really… made up his mind?'

As Orochimaru wavered, suddenly, the space around him twisted, and a figure appeared abruptly before him.

A flash of shock flickered through Orochimaru's snake-like eyes. This was a space-time ninjutsu.

There was no Flying Thunder God marking, no external aid—this was an extremely advanced space-time jutsu.

Orochimaru instantly became alert, his vertical pupils narrowing as he locked his gaze on the mysterious figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

The newcomer had long hair and wore a dark brown cloak that covered his entire body. On his head, he wore a white mask, and his entire being exuded a chilling and ominous aura.

This aura was both mysterious and ancient, accompanied by a sense of danger. Orochimaru suddenly became excited.

"You came specifically to find me?", Orochimaru let out a strange chuckle, "This laboratory of mine is extremely well hidden. To be able to find me, that is truly impressive. However, why are you hiding your identity?"

The masked man spoke slowly, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of age and vicissitude, "You do not need to know who I am. I am merely a forgotten soul of the ninja world. But you… possess something I am interested in. I wish to make a trade with you."

"A trade? Let me guess," Orochimaru sneered, "For an ancient soul like you to be interested, could it be Hashirama's cells? Were you from the same era as Lord Hashirama?"

The masked man's voice remained devoid of emotion, "There is no need to guess. I can tell you that I existed even before Hashirama. Any traces of my existence should have already vanished from history. If Hashirama were to acknowledge our generational difference, he would probably have to call me grandfather."

"Oh? This is getting more and more interesting," Orochimaru's eyes held suspicion, as well as deep curiosity, "I do indeed have Hashirama's cells, but why should I give them to you?"

"You seem rather suspicious. You snuck into Konoha at night—should I consider detaining you to interrogate your origins?", As he spoke, Orochimaru licked his lips. The next moment, without warning, he struck.

His arms transformed into a swarm of white snakes, lunging toward the masked man.

This was one of Orochimaru's signature jutsus—Hidden Shadow Snake Hands.

Orochimaru did not expect to capture the masked man with this technique. He was merely testing him.

He was curious—how would this man react?

However, to Orochimaru's disappointment, the man did not move at all. He simply stood there and even spoke.

"Such tests are meaningless to me, youngster."

As the masked man spoke, the Hidden Shadow Snake Hands had already struck—but Orochimaru felt as if he was hitting an illusion. Time and again, his snakes passed through the man's body as if he were not truly there.

Though the figure stood before him, it was as if he did not exist.

'Is this… a clone technique? Or genjutsu? Is the figure before me just an illusion?', Orochimaru couldn't help but ponder.

However, at that moment, the supposedly intangible figure moved and grabbed one of Orochimaru's snakes before he could retract it.

"Not an illusion!", Orochimaru's pupils contracted violently. This person was real.

This ability… Orochimaru had never seen anything like it before. Even he found it troublesome.

"It seems… you are truly a senior. My earlier offense was inappropriate," Orochimaru admitted his misjudgment quite decisively. In truth, his curiosity about the masked man had only grown.

The masked man spread his hands, "You youngsters… I have already told you, I am merely a forgotten spirit. Because I have been forgotten, the world before me can be real or illusory."

"Reality and illusion exist only at my whim."

A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Orochimaru's forehead. He did not believe the man's words. If he was truly that powerful, on par with a god, why would he need to come to him?

Yet, the masked man's abilities were indeed strange.

"So, senior, let us talk about the trade. What do you have that would interest me?"

The masked man seemed to fall into deep thought, touching his chin as if considering something. A moment later, he appeared to have made a decision, "Then, what are you interested in? Why don't you tell me, and perhaps I just happen to have it?"

Orochimaru licked his lips, "Hehehe… Really? I am interested in you, senior. If what you said is true, wouldn't that mean you have lived for over a hundred years?"

The masked man feigned a reprimanding tone, "Asking an old man's age is not very polite. But, youngster, are you interested in longevity? I can grant it to you."

Orochimaru chuckled, "Rather than longevity, I am more interested in immortality. If you can grant me that, I would have no problem giving you Hashirama's cells."

The masked man, however, shook his head, "Youngster… you seem to have misunderstood something. If I needed Hashirama's cells, I could take them myself. I assure you—you would not be able to stop me."

A chill ran down Orochimaru's spine. He could tell that the man was not boasting, but merely stating a fact.

"Senior, you are certainly confident. So, what else do you want?"

"Knowledge. The most valuable thing is the knowledge in your mind, especially your research on Hashirama's cells."

"I see…", Orochimaru was no longer anxious, "If it's just knowledge, then I would be happy to exchange, provided you can offer me equivalent knowledge in return."

The masked man pretended to think, "I do possess quite a bit of knowledge about immortality."

He raised a single finger, "The first method—Takigakure possesses a secret technique called Earth Grudge Fear. It allows one to steal the hearts of others and integrate them into oneself. A person can have up to five hearts at once. Theoretically, as long as at least one heart remains alive, the user will not die. These hearts can be replaced—if one loses vitality, a fresher one can be swapped in."

A sudden spark flashed in Orochimaru's mind. He involuntarily repeated the last sentence, "Losing vitality… replacing it with a fresher one…"

If hearts could be replaced, what about the body? If a body aged, could it be exchanged for a younger, healthier one?

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