Naruto: Drinking Makes You Stronger

With the fall of Shūsui, the terrifying energy condensed into a black-and-purple slash, like a devil spinning silk in the void.

"One-Sword Style—Dark Sky Demon God!!"

Buzz—

With one stroke, the slash tore through the world like a beast unleashed, roaring with a thunderous blast of sword energy.

A massive black-and-purple slash, nearly a hundred meters long, surged forward with destructive intent.

Rumble—

The devastating slash carved through the earth, leaving a massive scar in its wake.

The sea of venomous snakes, sprawling nearly a hundred meters, writhed as the energy approached.

Slice! Slice! Slice!

The slash sliced through the sea of snakes like paper, their bodies disintegrating into fragments without resistance.

The once-formidable swarm of serpents was obliterated, crushed into oblivion by the sheer force of the slash.

"Damn it!"

Orochimaru's pupils constricted into slits, his instincts screaming danger.

An intense sense of crisis made his hair stand on end.

"Summoning Jutsu: Triple Rashomon!"

Without hesitation, Orochimaru slammed his hands to the ground, ignoring the enormous chakra drain.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three colossal gates, each towering over a hundred meters, erupted from the ground, stretching toward the sky like mountains.

The Triple Rashomon was no ordinary defense.

Each gate served a specific purpose:

The first gate absorbed the incoming attack.The second gate weakened the attack's force.The third gate dispersed the remaining energy.

Together, the three gates formed the ultimate defensive ninjutsu, capable of withstanding even the most devastating assaults.

In the Hokage's office, the crystal ball's clarity returned.

Seeing the immense gates rise, Sarutobi Hiruzen let out a sigh of relief.

"Triple Rashomon... This should hold," Sarutobi murmured.

Even with Leo's overwhelming strength, breaking through the ultimate defense seemed impossible.

"It's coming!"

Jiraiya's voice was tense as he stared at the approaching slash through the crystal ball.

The monstrous black-and-purple slash collided with the first Rashomon.

BOOM!!!

The First Gate Falls

The explosion was deafening, reverberating like thunder across the land.

Everyone nearby instinctively covered their ears, some crying out in pain as blood trickled from their eardrums.

Crash!

The first Rashomon gate offered no resistance. It was split in two instantly, its massive halves collapsing weakly to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Completely useless?"

Orochimaru's snake-like eyes twitched as he stared at the fallen gate.

He hadn't expected the first Rashomon to fully block the attack, but its complete collapse, as if it were made of paper, was beyond his calculations.

The power of Leo's slash far exceeded his expectations.

Before he could process this, the black-and-purple slash collided with the second Rashomon.

BOOM!!!

The Second Gate Struggles

The thunderous impact echoed once more.

Mysterious energy emerged from the second gate, attempting to dissipate the slash's power.

"Did it work?"

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed as he observed the second Rashomon holding out against the devastating attack.

Buzz—

Just when Orochimaru thought the second Rashomon might hold, the black-and-purple slash surged with newfound ferocity. The black light intensified, as though enraged.

Crack!

In the blink of an eye, the mysterious power of the second Rashomon, along with the massive gate itself, was split cleanly in two.

"What?!"

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed, his snake-like pupils shrinking to pinpoints as a bad premonition crept into his heart.

Even so, the third Rashomon—his ultimate defense—still stood tall, giving him a glimmer of hope.

Since his rise to fame, no one had ever broken through the Triple Rashomon.

"The third gate... it will hold!" Orochimaru muttered, clinging to his confidence.

The third Rashomon, designed to disperse incoming attacks, reduced an assault's power to a fraction of its original force.

If an attack arrived with a power of one hundred, the third gate would spread it out, cutting its strength to just ten.

This was why the Triple Rashomon was heralded as the strongest defense.

In the Hokage's office, the room was filled with tense silence.

Sarutobi Hiruzen and Jiraiya stared unblinking at the crystal ball, their breaths shallow as they watched the decisive moment unfold.

"No one has ever broken Orochimaru's Triple Rashomon," Jiraiya murmured, almost as if reassuring himself.

Sarutobi nodded grimly. This was the pinnacle of Orochimaru's defensive ninjutsu—surely it would hold.

Finally, the black-and-purple slash collided with the third Rashomon.

Buzz—

In that instant, the light of the world seemed to vanish. The roar of the slash fell silent, replaced by an eerie stillness that sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Orochimaru's expression darkened.

"This... this is the calm before the storm!"

BOOM!!!

The silence shattered as a thunderous explosion erupted. The earth quaked violently, and the terrifying sword pressure ripped through the surroundings.

The third Rashomon attempted to disperse the incoming slash, sending waves of black-and-purple energy outward.

But the attack was relentless.

Massive trees and boulders were torn apart, their remnants floating weightlessly in the air. In the heart of the destruction, nothing—neither rock nor towering tree—could withstand the devastating sword energy.

Crash!

The ground itself was carved into layers, flattened by the relentless force of the slash.

Buzz—

Orochimaru's pupils dilated as he noticed something horrifying.

On the surface of the third Rashomon, countless cracks began to form, spreading rapidly like a spiderweb.

Crack! Crack!

In mere moments, the once-imposing gate was covered in fractures.

Under Orochimaru's disbelieving gaze, the third Rashomon—the cornerstone of his "unbreakable" defense—shattered like a broken mirror.

BOOM!

The failure of the gate's dispersal mechanism caused the sword energy to erupt violently, slicing through everything in its path.

"Damn it!"

Orochimaru's hair stood on end as the violent slash continued its advance, unimpeded.

A suffocating sense of dread enveloped him.

"Do I... have to use that?"

Orochimaru gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He had no choice but to resort to a forbidden technique. Though incomplete, it was his last hope.

"Ninja Art—"

Orochimaru's hands moved swiftly, forming seals. The wine bottle he had brought with him fell to the ground, rolling across the trembling earth.

Clink! Clink!

The sound caught Leo's attention.

"Is that... liquor?"

Leo's gaze sharpened as he stared at the rolling bottle.

Ding!

A system prompt resounded in Leo's mind.

"Master's emotional desire has reached its peak!"

The slash, nearly a hundred meters long, was before this violent attack, like a knife held before a storm.

The slash that had just shattered the Triple Rashomon and nearly flattened the terrain now seemed to stall in its path.

It became like a docile lamb.

"That's... the bottle?"

Leo's gaze fixed on the wine bottle next to Orochimaru, his attention now fully captured.

An overwhelming presence radiated from the bottle, sending a chill down Orochimaru's spine.

"This... this..."

Orochimaru's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and a cold sweat ran down his back.

A sense of impending doom wrapped around him, suffocating him in a way he had only ever felt once before.

It was the same feeling he had experienced during the Second Great Ninja War when he, Tsunade, and Jiraiya faced Hanzo, the "Demigod of the Ninja World."

Whoo—whoo—whoo—

"How... is this possible?!"

Orochimaru gasped, his snake-like eyes wide with disbelief.

He was no longer the weak Konoha shinobi he had been when facing Hanzo. He was now the second most powerful figure in Konoha, a ninja far stronger than he had been back then.

But now, facing Leo, the overwhelming pressure of death was consuming him.

"Leo is countless times stronger than when he unleashed that slash," Orochimaru realized, a terrifying thought creeping into his mind.

"What's happening here?"

Orochimaru's mind was in turmoil. How could there be someone who grew stronger the more they fought? And even more so, how could someone grow this much stronger?

Gulp!

Orochimaru, his eyes desperately fixed on the wine bottle, spoke, his voice trembling.

"Hey, Leo... how about we strike a deal?"

Leo raised an eyebrow, still wary of what might happen. He couldn't let Orochimaru take the bottle away—what if this snake-like fool ruined it?

"You give me the wine, and I won't cut you down. How about it?"

Leo looked at Orochimaru, unfazed, but the thought of losing the wine made him more cautious than ever.

"Huh? Surrender?"

Orochimaru's pale face twitched, his breathing shallow as he tried to keep his composure.

He had been tasked by Sarutobi Hiruzen to retrieve the wine and hand it over to Leo, but now, under the current circumstances, giving Leo the wine felt like surrendering.

Tension in the Hokage Office

In the Hokage office, Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at the crystal ball, his face etched with anxiety.

He had nearly had a heart attack when Leo's slash shattered Orochimaru's Triple Rashomon. The sheer power of Leo's strength was terrifying, and Sarutobi felt a wave of pride and dread.

But now, Leo was fighting Orochimaru!

If Leo defeated Orochimaru, Konoha would become the laughingstock of the entire shinobi world.

Sarutobi's heart lurched, his emotions caught between relief and panic.

"Come on, Orochimaru!"

Sarutobi urged in frustration, his hands clenched as he watched the unfolding drama.

Jiraiya, standing beside him, studied the crystal ball with a complicated expression.

Orochimaru was a master of deception, and Jiraiya knew the gravity of the situation.