Orochimaru

"All the residents use tents, but you built a house," the young man snapped, pointing accusingly at Chen. "It'll be your fault if the enemy discovers us."

Chen, with an icy calm in his gaze, replied: "I don't like being pointed at."

The young ninja, emboldened by his own arrogance, sneered: "What will you do if I point at you? You're just an arrogant brat who came to the battlefield to die."

In an instant, the air changed.

Chen, moving with superhuman speed, delivered a slap to the young man.

Smack!

The boy flew more than ten meters, landing with a thud. When he got up, his face was swollen and bleeding profusely.

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt," Chen said. "But if you want to play tough with me, make sure you have the strength to back up your words. Otherwise, you'll end up like this... or worse."

The middle-aged ninja approached cautiously. "What do you think you're doing, attacking members of my team?" he growled, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Are you a spy from the enemy country?"

Looking at him intently, a sardonic smile curved his lips. "Ah~~now I understand. You're here to incriminate me, aren't you? How ironic... accusing me of being a spy when it's you who are acting suspiciously."

Without warning, two cyan-colored chakra spheres appeared in Chen's hands, and quickly, he teleported first to the middle-aged ninja, inserting one of the spheres into his body, and then to the fallen young ninja, repeating the process.

The eyes of both ninjas became glassy, and their bodies began to move like puppets under Chen's control.

To the horror of the onlookers, the two men started shouting "Long live Sunagakure!" and attacked the surrounding tents.

Chaos broke out in the camp. Flames devoured the tents while screams of terror and pain filled the air. Within minutes, several ninjas lay dead or wounded.

Finally, in the midst of a bloody battle, the two controlled ninjas fell, their bodies torn apart by the techniques of their former comrades.

Chen observed the scene with an indescribable expression. Without a word, he turned around and returned to his house.

Hearing all the noise outside and seeing him enter with that face, Tsunade approached Chen. "What exactly happened?"

Still thoughtful, he calmly replied: "Some ninjas were looking for trouble. But I don't think they were acting on their own. Someone sent them, although I can't figure out who's behind all this."

He remained silent for a moment, reflecting. "This is a battlefield, and the location of Konoha's camp is known to everyone. That there are people looking for trouble in these circumstances... someone must be orchestrating this from the shadows."

Kushina, her eyes burning with indignation, intervened: "It must be that old man. You offended him before, Chen. It has to be him. You know that old man can't be trusted."

"I don't think it's the Hokage," Chen shook his head. "Hiruzen wouldn't stoop to this level, no matter how tense things are. In other circumstances, perhaps, but now... No, this has Danzo's seal all over it."

"Well, don't worry about who caused it, there's no need to know so much. The important thing is to eat." He said, burying his head in the food.

He wasn't interested in who ordered it; if he had really wanted to, he would have used his Tenseigan to read their memories.

Tsunade, observing Chen's voracious appetite: "Bastard Chen, eat slower! Not all of us have your appetite. Leave something for the others."

"Don't worry. I can prepare more if it's not enough." Mikoto, always attentive and helpful, intervened with her soft voice.

After the meal, the group dispersed. Tsunade announced that she would move into the house, a decision that didn't surprise anyone. Mikoto and Kushina immediately offered to help her with the move, and to everyone's surprise, even little Konan joined in.

Meanwhile, Chen was sitting in the center of the house, his mind wandering, when a knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

He looked at the door with suspicion.

"Why is he here?" He was a bit puzzled, but he still got up and opened the door.

Upon opening the door, he found himself face to face with Orochimaru, whose enigmatic smile made him tense instinctively.

"Chen-kun, it's been a while," he said.

Chen pouted, seeing Orochimaru's smile, this guy was up to something. "Come in," he said, gesturing towards the interior.

Orochimaru entered, his eyes scanning every detail of the house. "I see you've made yourself quite comfortable here, Chen-kun."

"Life is for living, isn't it?" he replied. "But I doubt you've come to comment on my decor. What brings you here, Orochimaru-san?"

The honorific sounded forced on Chen's lips, and Orochimaru couldn't help but grimace at the tone.

"Always so direct," he said, sitting in one of the dining chairs. "Well, I'll get to the point. Was it you who released Danzo from the genjutsu?"

"Yes, it was me."

There was no need to hide anything from Orochimaru. He already knows him. He will never say anything.

Besides, even if he says it, he doesn't care.

Chen's frankness took him by surprise, his eyes widening slightly before a predatory smile spread across his face. "Fascinating. You really are a box of surprises, Chen-kun."

Feeling a chill run down his spine as he saw Orochimaru lick his lips, Chen fought against the urge to step back, forcing himself to maintain his composure.

"If you're done admiring my honesty, could you get to the point?" he said with barely contained irritation. "Or I'll have to ask you to leave."

Orochimaru let out a soft laugh. "As impatient as ever. Fine, I'll be direct. I'm intrigued by your technique. Is it a dōjutsu or a ninjutsu?"

Chen had trapped Danzo in the genjutsu with a simple look, without the need for hand seals. He knew this had confused Orochimaru.

"Oh? But I don't even have the Byakugan," he said innocently. "Why do you think I possess an ocular technique?"

Orochimaru smiled enigmatically, not responding immediately.

His ability to perceive danger was one of the best, and when he looked directly into Chen's eyes, he could sense extreme danger.

So he was sure that Chen's eyes were definitely not common and definitely nothing compared to the Byakugan.

The silence lingered, and Chen decided to break it. "It wasn't an ocular technique," he admitted. "But it can also be used as such."

Orochimaru's smile widened. "Chen-kun, I wonder if we could come to an agreement."

"You want this genjutsu?" he asked, feigning interest although he already knew the answer.

"Yes," he replied, his face showing greed. "Your genjutsu is definitely the most powerful illusion I've ever seen."

Chen smiled. The Reincarnation of Horror was an illusion he had created based on the abilities of the forbidden genjutsu Izanami and Tsukuyomi. It had taken him a long time to perfect it, and its power rivaled the genjutsu of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

If one wants to escape the Reincarnation of Horror, they must forcefully break the illusion space with their spiritual power, otherwise they can never escape.

Even if you forcefully break the Reincarnation of Horror, you will have to pay the price, which is mental damage, unless your mental power is ten times greater than that of the caster, you won't be able to do anything.

If you can't break the illusion, you will be constantly eroded by the caster's spiritual power, and will finally be annihilated along with your soul.

Faced with this illusion, the best thing to do is to forcefully break the illusion space from the beginning, to minimize the damage.

In terms of power, it is definitely one of the best among Genjutsu.

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