Chapter 63 Susannoo!

Hiro remained silent, his gaze sharp. He wasn't about to give Orochimaru any more information than necessary. Let him wonder, Hiro thought. Orochimaru thrived on secrets and manipulation, but Hiro wasn't one to be toyed with.

Orochimaru slowly raised his hand, forming seals with his unnaturally long fingers. "But you see," he continued, "I'm not without my own tricks. Let me show you something... special."

Hiro tensed, his senses sharpened as he watched Orochimaru complete the jutsu. A surge of chakra darkened the alley, and suddenly the ground beneath them began to shift. From the shadows emerged dozens of writhing snakes, their scales gleaming in the faint light. They slithered forward, their eyes fixed on Hiro, as if responding to Orochimaru's sinister will.

"Summoning: Snake Formation Jutsu," Orochimaru declared with a chilling smile. The snakes lashed out, their movements swift and deadly, as they attempted to coil around Hiro.

Without missing a beat, Hiro leapt back, his hands already forming another series of seals. The Great Fireball wasn't enough... I'll need to push further.

"Katon: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!" Hiro spat multiple smaller fireballs in rapid succession, each one targeting the advancing snakes. The alley was illuminated with bursts of fire, and the air crackled with heat as the snakes were incinerated one by one.

But Orochimaru only chuckled. "Fire won't be enough to stop me, boy."

Before Hiro could respond, Orochimaru's figure vanished in a blur of speed. Instinctively, Hiro spun around, just in time to block a strike aimed at his back. Orochimaru's hand, laced with venom, hovered inches from Hiro's

As Hiro and Orochimaru clashed in the narrow alley, the sheer intensity of their fight began spilling out into the streets. The force of Hiro's fire-based jutsu and Orochimaru's snake summons was too much to contain, and the town quickly descended into chaos.

The heat from Hiro's Great Fireball had already caused buildings nearby to smolder, and the cracks it left in the earth made the ground unstable. Civilians, once going about their daily business, now scattered in every direction, screaming and fleeing in terror. Market stalls were overturned, and merchants abandoned their goods as explosions rocked the street.

Windows shattered, debris rained down, and the once-bustling street became a scene of panic and destruction. Mothers grabbed their children, and shopkeepers rushed to lock their doors, hoping the chaos wouldn't reach them.

But for Hiro and Orochimaru, the destruction was nothing more than background noise.

Orochimaru, with his eerie smile still in place, slithered back and dodged another series of fireballs as Hiro advanced with deadly precision. "You're Are Very reckless," he hissed, his tone mocking.

Hiro didn't even glance at the chaos around them. His eyes were locked onto Orochimaru, focused solely on his opponent. The screams, the collapsing buildings—none of it mattered to him. All that mattered was the fight.

"Shut up," Hiro growled, weaving another set of hand seals. Flames erupted from his fingertips, lighting up the already destroyed street.

The battle between Hiro and Orochimaru had escalated to a fever pitch, each attack more ferocious than the last. As Hiro's flames roared down the narrow alley, obliterating the summoned snakes, Orochimaru's serpentine movements evaded each strike with unnerving precision.

Hiro lunged forward, channeling chakra into his next strike, but Orochimaru's smirk only deepened. "You really think this fire of yours will stop me?" Orochimaru taunted as he blurred into motion once more, narrowly avoiding Hiro's searing flames.

Suddenly, Orochimaru's patience seemed to wear thin. His expression hardened. "I've had enough of this game."

With a single hand sign, the air around them chilled as Orochimaru summoned the monstrous form of Manda, the colossal snake towering above the chaos in an instant.

His emerald eyes gleamed with malevolence, the ground trembling as his coiled body crashed through the street, scattering debris and sending terrified civilians running in all directions.

Hiro's heart pounded as Manda's massive shadow loomed over him, but his gaze remained unyielding.

As Orochimaru's voice echoed with mockery from atop Manda's head, Hiro's eyes narrowed in concentration. He felt the immense pressure of the colossal snake looming over him, but instead of fear, excitement surged through him. His training—those countless hours of pushing his limits—was about to be put to the ultimate test.

Orochimaru's sneer widened as he watched Hiro mutter to himself, assuming the boy had nothing left to offer. But Hiro's voice was calm and steady, almost too calm for the chaotic scene surrounding them. "Well… since you want it this way, then alright."

Orochimaru's smile faltered for the briefest moment.

Hiro brought his hands together in a quick succession of seals, his chakra swirling and coalescing around him. His eyes snapped shut, and when they opened again, a powerful, chilling aura radiated from him.

Hiro's hands moved swiftly into the familiar hand seal, his voice barely a murmur. "Susanoo!"

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted, dark chakra swirling around him like a tempest. The ground beneath his feet cracked as black energy erupted from his body, forming the skeletal outline of a towering figure. Orochimaru's sneer faltered as the black Susanoo took shape, rising like a shadow of death.

Orochimaru's expression twisted into shock. "What…?" His voice faltered as the realization hit him. "No... Mangekyō Sharingan?!"

The dark figure solidified into an armored warrior, its very presence warping the space around it. Without hesitation, the Susanoo extended its hand, summoning forth a blade.

No words were spoken about the weapon; it didn't need them. The moment the sword appeared, the world itself seemed to recoil.

A jagged, black blade, void of any light, shimmered with an unnatural energy. As the sword moved, it tore through the air, leaving a trail of fractured space in its wake—like shattered glass.