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Sasuke, for it was he who stood before Jiraiya, had always been driven by a desire to surpass those around him. First, it was Itachi, the brother whose shadow loomed large over his life. And then came Horyu, a rival whose talents and abilities seemed just out of reach, no matter how hard Sasuke tried. It was this relentless pursuit of strength, this fire within him, that convinced Jiraiya of Sasuke's worthiness as a student.

"I want to take you as my student," Jiraiya announced, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument or doubt. The proposition was sudden, unexpected, and it took Sasuke a moment to process the words fully. To be acknowledged by one of the legendary Sannin was an honor, but also a challenge. Sasuke's first reaction was skepticism, his pride and ongoing frustrations momentarily clouding his judgment.

"Why? Why me?" Sasuke asked, his tone laced with suspicion. He was used to comparisons, to falling short of the marks set by Itachi and now Horyu. What could Jiraiya see in him that others did not?

"Because you have the fire, the will to get stronger," Jiraiya responded, his voice carrying the weight of his experiences. "But fire alone isn't enough. You need direction, discipline, and someone to challenge you to surpass not just those around you, but yourself."

Sasuke's expression shifted, a myriad of emotions flickering across his features. The offer was tempting, a chance to break free from the cycle of envy and frustration that had defined his life so far. But it was also intimidating. To train under Jiraiya meant confronting his weaknesses, admitting his failings, and embracing a path that promised growth but guaranteed hardship.

"I'll do it," Sasuke finally said, his voice steady, a newfound resolve shining in his eyes. "I'll surpass them all."

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In the dank confines of Sasori's underground base, the air was thick with tension. Deidara, a blonde teen with a penchant for explosive art, stood defiantly before Orochimaru and Sasori. His voice carried a mix of disdain and challenge. "I agreed to join your cause because I don't like the old man," he declared, his gaze unwavering. "But that doesn't give you the right to lecture me about art. You're not qualified."

Orochimaru, ever amused by the bravado of youth, let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable depth of cunning. Sasori, however, was less entertained. The puppet master's face remained expressionless, a trait of his art, yet his annoyance was palpable. "Can't we just kill him?" he suggested, his voice devoid of emotion yet laden with irritation.

"No," Orochimaru replied, the amusement still evident in his tone. "We need strong people. If what we've heard about Zetsu is correct, we'll need all the strength we can muster. Uchiha Madara is no laughing matter."

Sasori gave a terse nod, conceding the point. The conversation shifted, as it often did, to matters of greater import. "And what of the Kages?" he inquired, the topic piquing his interest.

Orochimaru's grin broadened, a predator's smile that promised chaos and destruction. "Our plans are nearing fruition," he stated, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. "Once they come to pass, our power will soar beyond imagination."

Sasori nodded, the idea of their combined power being more than enough to handle any opposition, even from someone as formidable as Uchiha Madara, sparking a sense of hopeful anticipation within him. Deidara, on the other hand, remained indifferent to the deeper machinations at play. For him, this alliance was merely a means to an end, a platform from which he could showcase the true form of his explosive art to the world. The specifics of their plan, the identities of their enemies, these were trivial details to him.

"When are we moving?" Deidara's impatience cut through the tense atmosphere, his focus singularly on the opportunity to display his artistry.

Orochimaru's chuckle reverberated in the enclosed space, a sound laced with sinister anticipation. "Soon," he assured, his eyes narrowing with cunning. "We need to verify the accuracy of the intelligence first. If it's correct, then we'll have the advantage we need." His lips curled into a grin, the prospect of what was to come clearly exciting him.

The discussion came to a close with the understanding that their actions would soon set in motion events of significant consequence. Each member of this unlikely coalition had their motivations, but their goals were aligned—for now.

On a seemingly ordinary day, as Team 7, led by Itachi Uchiha, made their way back to Konoha, an undercurrent of tension began to build. The team, consisting of Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, and Kiba Inuzuka, was unaware of the imminent threat lurking just beyond their perception. Itachi, however, sensed something amiss. A sudden restlessness overtook him, prompting him to activate his Sharingan. His gaze darted around their surroundings, finally locking onto an underbrush nearby. Without a word, he executed a series of hand seals, altering the environment around them in a subtle yet effective manner.

From the underbrush, three figures emerged—Orochimaru, Deidara, and Hiruko, the puppet that served as Sasori's cover. Itachi recognized Orochimaru and Hiruko immediately, their reputations preceding them. Kurenai, along with her team, had encountered the duo not long ago and had promptly informed Shisui of the threat they posed. This information was then disseminated among the shinobi of Konoha, putting everyone on high alert. The blond stranger among them, however, was unknown to Itachi, adding an element of unpredictability to the confrontation.

The blond, Itachi didn't know about him, and this uncertainty sowed a seed of restlessness in his mind. Facing Orochimaru and the puppet master was a daunting task on its own, but the addition of an unknown variable made the situation even more precarious. Itachi's primary concern was the safety of his genin; engaging in a direct confrontation with these formidable opponents while ensuring their protection was a balancing act he wasn't sure he could manage. The moment he identified the trio, he had sent a distress signal to the village, but Konoha's help was still a distance away, leaving him to ponder their chances of survival against such odds. The nature of this encounter was clear—an ambush—and although Itachi was uncertain of Orochimaru's objectives, he knew that hesitation was not an option.

With a heavy sigh, Itachi resolved to face the imminent threat head-on. Activating his Mangekyo Sharingan, the three tomoe of his Sharingan morphed into a distinct design that was uniquely his—a swirling pattern that seemed to epitomize the very essence of his prowess and the depth of his resolve. Orochimaru and Sasori, recognizing the activation of the Mangekyo Sharingan, could not help but express a mix of surprise and contemplation. This development, while unexpected, corroborated certain parts of the intel they had received. If Itachi's Mangekyo abilities aligned with their information, then it stood to reason that the other aspects concerning Zetsu, Madara's successor, and will were also accurate.

The blond—Deidara—viewed the unfolding situation with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. To him, the shinobi arts of Konoha were a mere backdrop for his own explosive declarations of artistry. Yet, the sight of Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan sparked an interest within him.

Orochimaru, always one to relish the complexities of battle, smiled thinly. "It seems we're in for a treat," he mused aloud, his voice laced with a dark amusement. "The prodigious Itachi Uchiha, willing to unveil his most guarded secrets to protect his precious genin."

Sasori, ever the pragmatist, adjusted his stance, ready to engage but mindful of the strategic disadvantage they faced. "Careful, Orochimaru. This isn't about personal vendettas. We have a mission to accomplish," he cautioned, his gaze never leaving Itachi.

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