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Chapter 37: Your techniques are meaningless in front of my Eyes

Dressed in a pure white shirt, with straight pants and a slight smile. Natsuo had a beautiful and cheerful appearance. 

 

"Natsuo, when did you arrive." Ayako was a little confused. 

 

"Oh, when I saw a pregnant woman suddenly leaving quietly, I was a bit worried, so I followed you here," Natsuo smiled slightly. "Otherwise, with your mediocre skills, how could you have come here without any problems?" 

 

"You've been following me all this time." 

 

Ayako opened her mouth, her eyes filled with surprise. 

 

Is this still the ordinary Uchiha who was thought to have escaped from the enemy's assassination by luck, and only had the strength of a 'Chūnin'? 

 

Although she was affected by her pregnancy, she was still an Elite Chūnin! 

 

All the way, she hadn't noticed at all! 

 

But after the surprise, Ayako suddenly realized the current situation. 

 

"No, Natsuo, listen to my explanation!" She suddenly became flustered, as if she had been caught in an affair, and hurriedly said, "I came here because, I am..." 

 

But suddenly she was stuck and speechless. Because she didn't know how to explain it well. Or did she even need to give some explanation? 

 

"The last Uchiha, huh..." Orochimaru completely ignored Ayako's panic and looked at Natsuo with great interest. "You hid yourself well enough, but you were careless to show yourself to me for the sake of a woman." 

 

"This is truly a treasure bestowed upon me by heaven!" 

 

His eyes were filled with excitement. 

 

Suddenly! 

 

A figure rushed towards Natsuo from the side. 

 

At a glance, Ayako recognized the person. Orochimaru's assistant, and her superior in charge of the intelligence, Yakushi Kabuto. 

 

He was an Elite Jōnin! 

 

Yakushi Kabuto approached almost instantly, holding a kunai, heading straight for Natsuo. 

 

"Natsuo, be careful..." Ayako instinctively shouted, trying to intervene. 

 

But with her strength, she could only manage to shout out these few words, her body unable to move in time. 

 

She watched as Yakushi Kabuto's kunai was about to fall on Natsuo. 

 

At this moment, Natsuo laughed. His smile was full of disdain. 

 

The next second! A flash of silver shimmered. 

 

Yakushi Kabuto's face changed drastically, he spat out blood and was forced to retreat. 

 

A kunai was embedded in each of his limbs. Blood trickled down, staining his clothes. 

 

Natsuo's expression remained calm as he calmly said, "It's impolite to randomly draw a kunai against others. I also dislike it when someone draws a weapon against me." 

 

"This is a lesson. Before resorting to violence, think about the consequences. For a ninja, revealing a weapon means deciding life and death. Not everyone will give you a second chance." 

 

Ayako and Yakushi Kabuto's pupils contracted. 

 

In an instant! Just for that instant! This guy... 

 

Although Yakushi Kabuto's age and strength have not reached their peak, they barely meet the threshold of an Elite Jōnin! 

 

But defeating an Elite Jōnin in an instant? 

 

Even Orochimaru was stunned, with a hint of a meaningful smile on his face. 

 

"It seems that under the shadow of my teacher, there is truly a formidable monster hidden...". 

 

"With this level of strength, if you were there when Itachi wiped out the clan, perhaps the Uchiha wouldn't have ended up like this." 

 

"Despite having such strength, you always put on a weak appearance, and even strive to marry multiple wives, have children, and plan to revive a ninja clan on your own. You Uchiha are all truly crazy!" 

 

It's one thing for that young guy, Itachi, to defeat me at such a young age, but Fugaku, who made a name for himself on the battlefield, was suppressed by the Third Hokage and looked like a little cat. 

 

And now there's another Uchiha who is clearly super strong but thinks about having children every day. 

 

The Uchiha clan truly are crazy! 

 

"Shall we, Natsuo, you're really amazing!" Orochimaru couldn't help but exclaim. 

 

Natsuo remained calm at this, Orochimaru's praise has no value to him. 

 

The real moving praise happens in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the couch... 

 

It is the words of his wives who praised him in those places that really moved him: "Natsuo, you are so amazing..." 

 

That's the praise that comes from the soul! 

 

"Sorry, although I'm grateful to Orochimaru for giving me a wife, after all, the next generation of Uchiha is still in her belly." Natsuo glanced at Ayako. 

 

"So, I have to take my wife back home. Your place here is not suitable for pregnant women. I'll wait for Orochimaru to arrange the accommodation and then bring my wife home for a visit." 

 

"You're here to take her away." Orochimaru smirked coldly. "That's fine, she's just a pawn I casually arranged. If you want her, I'll give her to you." 

 

Ayako stood there, stiff. 

 

She understood that she had betrayed the Uchiha clan, but Natsuo still wanted to take her home. 

 

And Orochimaru, whom she admired... 

 

She bit her lip, tears of shame streaming down her face. 

 

"But Natsuo, relying on your own strength to come before me, this is not what a wise man would do!" Orochimaru looked at Natsuo's body, a greedy look flashing in his eyes. 

 

"As a farewell gift, I suggest you leave your body behind!" 

 

In the next second! 

 

He suddenly opened his mouth. 

 

A snake head emerged from his mouth, the snake head opened its mouth, and a sharp sword appeared, stabbing towards Natsuo. 

 

At the same time, Orochimaru instantly released a large number of snakes from his sleeve, and they immediately headed offensively towards Natsuo. 

 

This sudden attack was swift and dangerous, the air filled with a dense killing intent, as if it could freeze the world. 

 

However, Natsuo just sighed lightly. 

 

In his eyes, the pattern of a spinning windmill moved rapidly. 

 

Mangekyō Sharingan Technique! 

 

In the next second! 

 

Orochimaru, who was about to pounce, found that the whole world had changed. 

 

He appeared out of thin air in a space full of blood-red illusions, and his body was nailed to several large iron nails. 

 

In an instant, he was unable to move. 

 

"Haven't you heard this saying?" Natsuo calmly stared at him. 

 

"Orochimaru, your techniques are meaningless in front of my Sharingan." 

 

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