Naruto : Sequence 0 Visionary

"Damn, they've found us!" 

This was the first thought that flashed through White Fang's mind.

The second thought was: how did the people from the Aurora Order know about their movements, their retreat location, and set up an ambush here in advance? 

Could it be... someone leaked the information?

White Fang immediately suspected Orochimaru, after all, the guy had a shady history. It was possible he was trying to steal the Blasphemy Slate for himself and was working with the Aurora Order to kill him and tie up loose ends.

"It wasn't me." 

Orochimaru, who was on White Fang's back, clearly sensed the hidden killing intent from White Fang. He immediately guessed what White Fang was thinking and spoke up, "Even if I kill you, it won't benefit me. The ones after us are from the Aurora Order... they may have used some method we're unaware of, so don't fall for their tricks!"

Mr. A narrowed his eyes and sized them up: "I'll say this one last time—hand over the Blasphemy Slate!"

Immediately after, an overwhelming sense of malice surged.

It was as if the purest negative emotions of humanity had gathered together. His eyes, full of unmasked greed and hostility, locked onto them with an intense, predatory gaze.

His face and exposed skin were riddled with countless dark veins, like worms slowly wriggling beneath the surface of his skin, creating a chilling sight.

"Run!" 

Orochimaru, crouching on White Fang's back, whispered urgently.

Given the current situation, fighting the Aurora Order head-on would not only be disadvantageous, but it could also lead to disastrous consequences. The Aurora Order could be dealt with later.

But the Blasphemy Slate had to be brought back! 

It was the key to whether they could embark on the "Path of the Gods"—the most crucial item for their future!

White Fang clearly thought the same. Without hesitation, he activated his assassination technique, moving like a flash of lightning, darting toward the woods.

However, Mr. A was like a sticky piece of gum, merging into the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of them, blocking their path. 

He looked at them with a playful smile, as if toying with them: "Heh, if you don't hand over the Blasphemy Slate, you won't be going anywhere."

White Fang's finger gripped the end of his kunai, and a cold glint flashed across his face. His killing intent surged, and with a sudden step forward, he launched an attack.

Clang!

The White Fang Sword Technique reappeared!

A sharp, intense sound of air friction erupted, creating a piercing noise.

"Heh, shuriken?" 

However, Mr. A, looking at the slash, showed a look of disdain, as if he didn't care at all. Confident in his immortality, he made no attempt to dodge.

He spread his arms wide, almost as if he were about to embrace the White Fang.

But... the next second.

White Fang slightly adjusted his wrist, and the momentum from his swing suddenly changed drastically.

He transformed from an ordinary, stern-faced middle-aged man into the terrifying figure of Konoha's White Fang—someone feared by all ninjas!

The seemingly ordinary shuriken in his hand turned into the sharpest weapon in the world, its cold killing intent practically palpable. The blade shimmered as if it were glowing.

Whoosh!

The angle and force of the blade created a perfect curve in the air, almost like a delicate thread of silk, glowing faintly with a blue light.

Mr. A clearly underestimated him.

He hadn't expected White Fang's strike to have such power. The difference was so vast it was like comparing a sword held by a baby to one wielded by a master swordsman.

In the blink of an eye, his head was sliced off.

The cut across his neck was smooth as a mirror, with only a faint trace of blood. It took a few seconds for him to even realize what had happened.

White Fang had already known that Mr. A, who was possibly immortal, wouldn't be stopped by just a decapitation. So, after slicing off his head, White Fang carefully aimed and delivered a powerful kick to his head.

Bang!

Mr. A's head flew like a ball from the force of the kick.

It bounced off trees, crashing through the woods before eventually falling, with the body collapsing to the ground without a head.

This should do it, right?

White Fang let out a small sigh of relief. Learning from others' mistakes, he had first severed the enemy's head, then kicked it far away. This way, the enemy wouldn't be able to recover quickly.

Based on the information from before, Orochimaru knew that while this guy had an immortal body, he couldn't reattach his head once it was cut off. This method should work.

However, the next moment...

From the severed neck, several black threads crawled out, swirling like a dense mass of ink, spreading in all directions.

White Fang was forced back by the black threads, his eyes filled with shock. "What on earth are these things?!"

The black threads spread through the forest, quickly finding the severed head, pulling it back, and reattaching it to Mr. A's neck.

"You think I don't know my own weaknesses?"

Mr. A sneered coldly, reattaching his head, and then his mouth twisted into a wide grin, stretching to his ears. "Your intelligence is outdated, ninja!"

Boom!

As he spoke, he suddenly swung his right hand. It snapped in half at the middle, and along with the black threads, it flew straight toward White Fang.

White Fang raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The hand was powerful, and it was as hard as iron.

Using his kunai to block the strike, the force reverberated through his body, sending a numbing, vibrating sensation throughout. But before he could recover, he saw Mr. A toss his own head toward him, like throwing a ball.

"???"

White Fang, who considered himself mentally tough, couldn't stay calm as he watched his enemy throw his own head at him. A crack appeared on his usually impassive, ice-like face.

"Ahhh—!"

The head screamed loudly as it flew toward him.

In that instant, White Fang barely had time to react.

Or perhaps, who could have expected someone would use their own head as a weapon and throw it at their enemy?!

The Aurora Order... truly a bunch of lunatics!

The next second.

The high-pitched scream pierced deep into his soul. The intense mental shock caused White Fang to lose focus, his body off balance, unable to regain control.

The sound of the sharp scream rattled Orochimaru on the back, causing his head to ring as if his soul was being torn apart repeatedly. The pain made his thoughts a chaotic mess.

Mr. A grinned and suddenly opened his mouth wide. His sharp, slimy teeth sank deep into White Fang's neck, and blood immediately splattered.

"Ahhhh..."

White Fang, with his neck bitten, his eyes bloodshot from the pain, swung his kunai and stabbed it straight into that head.

Splash!

Blood and thick, white substance splattered everywhere.

The head was pierced through, and it fell weakly. White Fang was sprayed in the face by the filth, instantly feeling disgusted.

"Be careful, look ahead!" 

At this moment, Orochimaru suddenly shouted a warning.

White Fang looked up and saw three masked creatures, their bodies tangled in black lines, suddenly emerging from the headless body. Each of them opened their mouths, aiming at them.

"Final Shot—!!"

A beam combining wind, fire, and lightning chakra erupted with terrifying force, as if a giant flood capable of destroying the world was rushing toward them.

This is bad!

White Fang's pupils dilated. He specialized in assassination and taijutsu, and he was completely helpless against such a wide-range attack.

"Summoning Technique—Triple-Rashomon!"

At the last possible second, Orochimaru released all the chakra he had just gathered, summoning three massive iron gates to block their path.

Boom!!

The violent collision created a massive mushroom cloud.

The composite chakra attack with three elements blasted through the three Rashomon gates, creating a violent wind and a roaring storm. The sky filled with dust, obscuring their vision.

"Run!" 

Orochimaru urgently shouted, "You're no match for him. We'll deal with him later after we escape!"

Though White Fang was reluctant, he knew the gravity of the situation. He was about to turn and flee when several black lines wrapped around his ankles.

"It's bad…"

A single thought flashed through his mind. Before he could sever the black lines, he was yanked by immense force, crashing through the forest, being thrown up high, and then slammed back down!

Bang!

White Fang's body slammed hard into the ground.

The violent impact left his mind blank, and it felt like his internal organs shifted. Stars danced in his vision.

Orochimaru saw this and moved to intervene, but just as he took a step, the blood and flesh scattered around his feet suddenly exploded violently.

Boom!

He was blasted into a bloody mess, his consciousness scattered.

At this moment, Mr. A calmly emerged from the smoke, followed by the three strange black-line monsters.

He approached White Fang, the black lines binding him tightly, leaving him no chance to resist. Then, Mr. A stepped heavily on his chest and began to search through White Fang's body.

"I found it..."

Mr. A grinned, forcefully pulling out the item. "Give it to me... now!"

"No—!!"

Orochimaru's eyes widened in fury.

His heart-wrenching scream echoed through the forest, so sorrowful that anyone who heard it would feel grief, and tears would be inevitable.

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