A New Snake In The Shinobi World-Chapter 312 -

Boom!

Suddenly, a coffin erupted from the ground.

It rose swiftly, blocking Jinpachi's attack while simultaneously obstructing his line of sight.

Clang!

The explosive blade struck the coffin, producing a dull sound.

Jinpachi, wary of a trap, refrained from detonating the blade. Instead, he immediately kicked off the coffin for leverage, pulling the explosive blade free and retreating swiftly.

Whoosh!

The Longsword: Nuibari wielded by Kushimaru suddenly appeared, darting past Jinpachi and the coffin, aiming directly at Orochimaru from the side.

"Two!"

Boom!

Another coffin burst out of the ground, intercepting the Needle mid-flight.

Despite its remarkable piercing power, the Needle embedded itself into the coffin lid, unable to reach Orochimaru.

"This... What is this?"

Akebino, wielding the Bluntsword: Kabutowari, quickly tried to circle around Orochimaru, seeking to cut off his escape. But just as he moved, Orochimaru calmly raised his left hand.

Boom!

"Three!"

A third coffin rose directly in Akebino's path, forcing him to halt and retreat instinctively.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The remaining swordsmen reacted quickly, forming a loose formation to surround Orochimaru and the three coffins.

"These coffins..."

The seven swordsmen of Kirigakure exchanged uneasy glances.

As elite shinobi of the Mist, they were privy to certain intelligence. While the details were vague, they had heard whispers about the Impure World Reincarnation.

And now, the unsettling sight of these coffins made them wary.

Orochimaru's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Three should be enough," he murmured.

Suddenly, Kushimaru yanked hard on the silver thread attached to Nuibari, pulling it back and inadvertently prying open one of the coffin lids.

The first figure emerged—a dark-skinned, muscular man whose aura radiated overwhelming strength.

"Oh no... This isn't good!"

Before they could react further, the remaining two coffin lids fell away, revealing two additional figures.

Standing before the Seven Ninja Swordsmen were the resurrected forms of the Third Raikage, the Second Tsuchikage, and the Third Kazekage.

"Damn it, Orochimaru!" growled the Raikage. "To think that even in death, I'd be turned into someone else's puppet. This is beyond humiliating!"

"What's going on here? Have I been brought back too...?" the Kazekage muttered, his voice low and tinged with discontent.

The Tsuchikage, however, said nothing, his expression cold and unreadable.

Orochimaru didn't bother to explain. With a wave of his hand, three kunai—each inscribed with talismanic seals—shot forward, embedding themselves into the heads of the resurrected shadows.

The kunai sank in, and the talismans began to glow faintly.

The expressions of the three resurrected shinobi faded into blankness as their eyes turned pitch black. Their consciousness was wiped clean, leaving only obedient killing machines behind.

"Enough chatter," Orochimaru commanded with a casual tone. "Kill these seven."

The air grew heavy as the chakra of three Kage-level shinobi erupted simultaneously.

The resurrected shadows wasted no time. One stayed back, manipulating Magnet Release; another took to the skies, preparing to unleash Dust Release; while the Raikage charged forward, wrapped in lightning chakra, aiming to engage in close combat.

Orochimaru grabbed Kushina's arm and, with a swirl of chakra, used the Flying Thunder God technique to teleport them to a safe vantage point.

"Sir, didn't the Second Hokage warn you not to use this technique?" Kushina asked hesitantly, recalling Tobirama's explicit disapproval of Impure World Reincarnation.

Orochimaru chuckled, his tone mocking. "When did I ever promise him anything?"

He smiled faintly. "This jutsu is far too convenient. Why let it go to waste?"

The Impure World Reincarnation saved both chakra and physical effort. Why should he dirty his hands when these resurrected warriors could do the job for him?

Kushina opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss for words. Technically, Orochimaru had never explicitly promised Tobirama anything, which made it hard to accuse him of breaking his word.

Boom!

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The Second Tsuchikage's Dust Release obliterated a section of the battlefield, turning the uneven ground into a flat, barren wasteland. Everything caught in its path disintegrated into nothingness.

"Damn it! What kind of jutsu is this?!"

"Is that... the Second Tsuchikage?!"

The swordsmen, momentarily distracted, scrambled to regroup.

Clang!

The Third Raikage appeared in front of Jūzō in a flash of lightning. With his four-fingered Hell Stab, he thrust toward Jūzō's face.

Jūzō barely had time to react. Desperately, he raised the Executioner's Blade to block the attack.

Crack!

The blade, famed for its durability, splintered under the force of the Raikage's thrust. The shockwave sent Jūzō flying backward, blood spraying from his shoulder where the Raikage's attack had pierced through.

"Ugh!" Jūzō cried out, his shoulder mangled from the attack.

The Raikage's raw power was overwhelming—his four-fingered thrust had once nearly pierced Sasuke's Susano'o. For a mere sword to withstand such an attack was wishful thinking.

"Damn it!" Akebino roared, seizing the opportunity to swing his Bluntsword at the Raikage's exposed back.

But the Lightning Release Armor was too durable. Even the Bluntsword, which combined a heavy axe and hammer to break through defenses, couldn't cut through entirely.

Before Jinin could bring down the hammer for a finishing blow, the Raikage moved with blinding speed. He grabbed Jinin's wrists, lifted him effortlessly, and slammed him into the ground with devastating force.

Boom!

The impact created a deep crater, sending cracks spidering through the earth. Lightning surged outward, and Jinin coughed up blood as his body was crushed under the immense power.

From above, the Third Kazekage's Magnetic Release descended like a black tide, suffocating and crushing the already-crippled Jinin.

Boom!

Blood splattered across the battlefield as the swordsman met his end.

In mere moments, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen were reduced from an elite fighting force to a scattered, panicked group. One was dead, and another gravely injured.

The remaining five exchanged uneasy glances, fear written across their faces.

"We need to retreat!" one of them shouted.

But turning their backs would only hasten their deaths.

Sensing their hesitation, Fuguki, wielding Samehada, made his move. Without warning, he kicked Raiga toward the enemy.

"Sorry, Raiga!" Fuguki shouted as he fled.

"You bastard!" Raiga cursed, realizing too late he had been used as a distraction.

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