allendalepharm Chapter 243: The Death of Rope Tree
Chapter 243: The Death of Rope Tree
Deep in the desert, an inconspicuous toilet.
Wanci walked closer, quickly formed hand seals, and a hidden door opened, revealing a stepped tunnel extending downwards.
He slowly walked down into the underground, where the headquarters of the gold exchange was right in front of him.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn were busy wiping the tables, chairs, and cabinets, while Kakuzu sat to the side, intently checking the accounts one by one with a calculator.
"Kakuzu, Gold Horn and Silver Horn, it's been a long time."
Manji, dressed in Konoha uniform, spoke with a smile.
The three instantly became alert. Kakuzu's eyes turned cold, and Kinkaku and Ginkaku immediately drew their Six Paths Treasures and assumed fighting stances.
"Who are you?!"
Kakuzu asked in a deep voice, never expecting that the most secretive headquarters of the exchange office had been infiltrated by Konoha ninjas.
He repeatedly raised his hand to signal them to relax, still smiling, "Don't be nervous, it's me."
Ten thousand times releasing breath
The three of them were all startled when they sensed it.
Kakuzu hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn also hurriedly bowed.
"It's alright, no need for formalities. This is my other identity, the genius of Konoha. I just happened to come and see you all today."
Wanci looked at the group and nodded slightly with a smile.
I will certainly not mistreat Jinjiao and Yinjiao.
Those who help me with tasks will receive very generous compensation, regardless of whether they succeed or fail.
"You guys seem to be doing quite well."
"Thanks to you, all is well."
Kakuzu quickly stepped forward and respectfully poured a cup of warm milk for him.
He accepted it ten thousand times and drank it all in one gulp.
"What brings you here today?"
Kakuzu bowed his head and asked the question, his tone extremely respectful.
"There's nothing for you to do for now."
"Rest here in peace and live well. Even if something unexpected happens, I will make arrangements for your affairs after you are gone."
He put down his cup ten thousand times and said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Kakuzu smiled sincerely.
Following this lord was indeed the wisest choice; even my final resting place is secured.
"However, Kakuzu, I'll still give you this; you can learn from it."
Manji handed over the Earth Grudge to Kakuzu.
Kakuzu, who was born in Takigakure, recognized it at a glance as a forbidden technique of Takigakure!
"Remember, do not kill innocent people."
After giving a thousand instructions, he disappeared.
Kakuzu nodded respectfully.
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Seven more years have passed.
For seven years, Manji and Hatake Sakumo were renowned throughout Sunagakure.
This resulted in no fighting on the Sand Village battlefield.
The battles between the Rain Fortress Battlefield and the Rock Fortress Battlefield were raging fiercely.
Behind Konoha Village, a new generation of child prodigies, such as Fugaku and Minato, were born.
Rain Hidden Battlefield
A light drizzle fell, mixed with the smell of blood.
"Hidden Shadow Snake Hand"
Orochimaru's voice was calm as several jet-black venomous snakes shot out like lightning, precisely strangling and killing the enemy's last Jonin.
Then, Orochimaru withdrew his arm, casually brushed the bloodstains off his clothes, turned his head to look at the boy behind him who was clutching a kunai and looking eager to try, and slightly raised his hand.
"The main force has been dealt with. The remaining cleanup and the opportunity to make a contribution are now in your hands, Rope Tree."
Orochimaru's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes holding an almost imperceptible expectation.
This was the first apprentice he took in, and the child he watched grow up. He was impulsive, just like Jiraiya.
Orochimaru chose to give his disciple the opportunity to make a contribution.
Senju Nawaki's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded vigorously, "Thank you, teacher!"
Before he finished speaking, Rope Tree had already charged out with his kunai in hand, the young man's figure appearing exceptionally agile in the rain.
"Hmph, Brother Wanci, wait until I achieve something great, then you'll look at me in a completely different light!"
Rope Tree was excited and rushed faster and faster.
They didn't even notice where they were standing.
Nawaki's mind was filled with thoughts of how he would show off his achievements to Manji after he made a name for himself.
Orochimaru watched his retreating figure, his smile deepening. "That Nawaki kid is getting more and more impressive."
However, the smile hadn't even had a chance to fully bloom on his face.
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion suddenly rang out, and the shockwave, carrying mud and gravel, rushed towards us!
The explosion of the detonation tag resounded throughout the surrounding area!
"What!?"
Orochimaru's smile froze instantly, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
Orochimaru teleported almost instinctively, his speed leaving a trail of afterimages.
"Rope Tree! Rope Tree!"
For the first time, Orochimaru's voice trembled uncontrollably as his gaze swept frantically across the center of the explosion.
No.
There was no trace of that vibrant young boy anywhere.
A surviving Konoha ninja, his face ashen, lips trembling, slowly raised his hand, pointing to the blurry, bloody remains on the ground, a mixture of rags and metal fragments.
"Captain Orochimaru...he...he's there..."
Orochimaru looked in the direction he was pointing, and in just one glance, he felt dizzy.
Orochimaru's body suddenly swayed, and he staggered back a few steps. His knees buckled, and he almost knelt down in the mud.
That was his first apprentice.
He is Tsunade's only younger brother.
He is the grandson of the Second Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
Just like that... he was blown up by an explosive tag hidden in the ruins, leaving no last words.
Rainwater slid down his pale cheeks, mingling with his tears and dripping into the mud.
How is he supposed to explain this to Tsunade?
How can he explain this to himself?
After all, it was he who personally pushed that joyful boy toward his death.
Orochimaru at this point is much more soft-hearted than in the original story.
After all, it was taught countless times that he was born into a glorious and righteous society.
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The rope tree is dead.
An unidentified explosive tag blew him away, leaving no trace of his body.
With the fighting on the front lines temporarily suspended, Manji returned to Konoha first, leaving Sakumo Hatake to continue guarding the position.
Goodnight, Rope Tree.
"Sigh... I'm leaving after all."
Wanci leaned against the side, sighed softly, and gently shook his head.
He wasn't too sad; death is too common. He was just a little melancholy.
By now, Nawaki should have already met his beloved Hashirama Senju.
Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
"Napaki! What happened to Napaki!?"
Tsunade practically stumbled in, her face deathly pale, her voice filled with panic on the verge of collapse.
Wan sighed again, the horrific scene flashing through his mind, and finally shook his head.
"Tsunade, don't go look."
Wanci's voice was deep.
"You can't handle that kind of scene."
Tsunade froze on the spot, all her strength instantly drained away.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her chest, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.
Heartbreaking
The next second, she could no longer hold on, her legs went weak, and she burst into tears.
Wan quickly stepped forward to support her swaying body, gently patted her back, and softly comforted her.