klisemfg Chapter 743 It's Tsunade again.
Chapter 743 It's Tsunade again.
Zhang Hai felt the warm, soft touch of Tsunade's hand, and his heart stirred. He noticed that the usually strong and domineering Tsunade was now surprisingly clingy, which surprised him and also pleased him. He thought to himself, "A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm." He quickly put on a flattering smile and explained, "It's a truce now, a time when the guard of various countries is relatively relaxed. If we wait until the war breaks out again, or until the situation in Konoha stabilizes after the war, it will be much more difficult to go out. Now is the best time."
Tsunade pondered for a long time, and finally sighed. She knew Zhang Hai's temperament; once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change it. Moreover, what he said made sense; now was indeed the best time. She released her grip on Zhang Hai's arm, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness and admonition: "Alright... then be careful in everything, and prioritize your safety."
"Don't worry, Big Sister!" Zhang Hai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tsunade had finally agreed. Without saying a word, he summoned his puppet eagle, leaped up, and landed steadily on the eagle's back.
The eagle spread its enormous wings, circled once in mid-air, and then sped away into the distance. Zhang Hai glanced back from mid-air and saw Tsunade standing at the entrance of the mansion, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment, yet also revealing a deep sense of reluctance. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but blow a kiss to Tsunade from mid-air.
Tsunade was taken aback for a moment when she saw Zhang Hai's flying kiss, then burst out laughing. She waved her hand reproachfully, signaling him to hurry up and leave. Zhang Hai smiled and waved goodbye, then rode his eagle, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing into the horizon.
The Land of Rice Fields, a small country located on the border of the Land of Fire, held extraordinary significance in Zhang Hai's eyes at this moment. He wasn't simply searching for Orochimaru, but rather for his ever-growing "Zero" organization. While Takigakure was secluded, its geographical advantage was no longer suitable as a long-term base as the organization expanded. He needed a new, more hidden, and more strategically significant base. And in this regard, Orochimaru was undoubtedly the best advisor.
"A rogue ninja who can establish a ninja village..." Zhang Hai looked down at the vast mountains of the Land of Rice Fields from the air, his heart filled with admiration for Orochimaru's abilities. "This ability is simply beyond my reach. He is the real ambitious man and strategist."
He knew that Orochimaru, during his years in Konoha, had not only mastered a vast amount of forbidden techniques and scientific knowledge, but also possessed a profound understanding of the geography, politics, and economics of the ninja world. Having him assist in site selection was undoubtedly the best choice.
Upon arriving above the Land of Rice Fields, Zhang Hai did not rush to land. He unleashed the "Divide Technique," instantly spreading out countless tiny soul fragments. Combined with the powerful perception of his Mangekyou Sharingan, his sensory abilities reached a terrifying level. He seemed to have transformed into a semi-sensory ninja of this land, unable to escape his senses from any chakra fluctuation or anomaly.
Soon, deep in a deserted valley in the Land of Fields, he discovered an unusual place. It was shrouded in a faint barrier, which, though hidden, was still detected by Zhang Hai's keen senses.
"It really is here." Zhang Hai's lips curled up, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He controlled the eagle puppet to fly directly towards the barrier. The puppet eagle's claws sliced through the barrier like sharp blades, making a soft "sizzle" sound, and the barrier shattered in response.
As soon as he entered the barrier, a cold and damp aura rushed towards him, mixed with a faint smell of blood and decay. This unique scent instantly confirmed to Zhang Hai that he had found the right place. This chilling aura was none other than Orochimaru's signature chakra fluctuation.
Zhang Hai retracted the puppet eagle and landed lightly on the ground. The surroundings were dim, with only faint light filtering through gaps in the ceiling. He held his breath, cautiously advancing deeper into the base. Everything here was reminiscent of Orochimaru's style: dark, mysterious, and with a hint of unsettling evil.
As Zhang Hai ventured deeper, the surrounding environment grew increasingly eerie. Suddenly, a cold light shot out from the darkness! A slender sword, slicing through the air with a brilliant flash, carried immense penetrating power, aiming straight for Zhang Hai's face!
Zhang Hai's pupils contracted sharply, his reaction incredibly fast. He drew his longsword from his waist with a backhand motion, blade facing upwards, and in a flash, precisely deflected the sword's tip, producing a crisp "clink."
Almost the instant the sword was deflected, a ghostly figure emerged from the darkness, gripping the sword tightly in its right hand. Its movements were as elusive as a venomous snake, launching a fierce attack on Zhang Hai from all directions. The sword light cascaded like a waterfall, its speed and frequency dazzling. Each strike carried a sharp killing intent, aimed directly at Zhang Hai's vitals.
"Such fast swordsmanship!" Zhang Hai exclaimed inwardly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Without the slightest hesitation, his body moved with the blade, instantly unleashing the "Sword Dance Technique." His body spun in the air like a top, his longsword flashing with dazzling light, intertwining with the opponent's sword light, producing a dense "clang clang clang" sound.
The two fought with lightning speed, their figures darting through the dim space like phantoms. Each clash of their blades sparked dazzling flames. A tense and fierce atmosphere filled the air; neither could gain the upper hand.
Just then, Zhang Hai leaped up again, his body spreading out in the air like a roc spreading its wings. His swordsmanship suddenly shifted from extreme movement to extreme stillness; the longsword in his hand seemed to have contained all its light, only a single point of cold glint remaining at its tip. Then, this single point of cold glint erupted violently, transforming into countless falling stars. The dazzling sword light, like a swimming dragon, drew a perfect arc in the air, as if about to connect with the lightning striking down from the sky!
Centered on the Zhanghai sky above, the blade's momentum spread out like a tidal wave, vast and powerful, heralding the arrival of death!
There was a "clang" sound!
A dull thud echoed throughout the space. Zhang Hai's blade had severed the sword from the opponent's hand, sending it crashing to the ground with a crisp sound. Immediately afterward, Zhang Hai's longsword continued its momentum, the tip precisely pressed against the attacker's throat. The cold blade had even grazed the opponent's skin, drawing a bead of blood.
Just then, a soft clapping sound rang out from the darkness. The man with the knife to his throat slightly narrowed his golden vertical pupils, but a strange smile appeared on his face.