Hello . New chapter . Thanks to all of you for your support . I did not think I would get so many favourites and reviews to . to oSayan - yes but I wont be making a big drama or angst . Naruto will be happy soon .

to Viki909 - It was not AI . I am writing for the first time and I really suck at writing overall character interactions. besides - the people at the meeting were NPCs except Jiraiya . I didnt really care about them . So I guess I know why he sounds so robotic - dead . I will improve it later.

to Zet4 - No , Sasuke used stealth. Didn't even give Danzo the chance to strike back . He didnt fight Orochimaru with full strength because there was a chance he would not get the curse mark and Orochimaru's actions would be unpredictable- the 3rd Hokage won't die . Sarutobi and Danzo had to pay after all .

Oh , I don't own Naruto or anything . Only the jutsus designed by myself .

I crouched low on the cliff, hidden in the moon's sparse light, my eyes locked onto the village below. Otogakure. The place where Orochimaru had spun his webs of deceit and cruelty . Or one of the bases of it . Otogakure was not a true village , not really . Scattered labratories and bases - that's what they were . From up here, it looked almost peaceful, the winding streets quiet, only the occasional movement betraying the shinobi patrolling its perimeter. But I knew better. Beneath that stillness was tension, the kind that clung to the air like a fog. They were afraid. Of who or what, it didn't matter to me.

My gaze shifted to the central base. That's where he's hiding.

A pulse of chakra surged through my eyes . The landscape ahead was sharper, the colors muted but clear. My Sharingan whirred lazily, picking apart the details in the darkness below. I could see them—the chakra strings, the subtle glow of seals lining the village perimeter. And the patrols, tired and sluggish, yet alert in their nervousness.

I smirked. This was a fortress to most, but to me, it was nothing more than a playground. With a deep breath , not after raiding Danzo's layer at least .

My pride and joy - my original technique- the Illusory Reflection took effect . I created a perfect illusion of my surroundings using Yin Release, making it appear as if I am not present at all. Unlike traditional genjutsu, this technique didn't target the mind directly but instead created a false reality in the environment, hiding me completely.

The inspiration for this technique was actually the late 2nd Tsuchikage Mu's invisibility technique with Water release . But unfortunately I did not have water release . So I worked on this . A completely flawless technique that even the Byakugan did not pick up .

My Yin release has always been extremely potent after all.

Unless it was a Bijuu but I was not exactly sure about their capabilities. I remembered the key events but not everything.

I vanished from the cliff, my body flickering through the air in bursts of speed too quick for even trained eyes to follow. I moved from shadow to shadow, my steps silent, my presence erased. I reappeared at the village's edge, crouched behind a boulder just outside the perimeter wall.

The traps are everywhere, I thought as I scanned the area. My Sharingan revealed the intricate web of security—dozens of chakra-imbued seals and sensory triggers embedded in the walls and ground. Orochimaru's paranoia at work. These traps were designed to detect anyone uninvited. Anyone but me.

I studied the seals, the patterns of chakra flowing through them. With a flick of my wrist, I sent a pulse of my own chakra toward the nearest seal, just enough to disrupt its flow for a few seconds. Enough time for me to slip through. I darted past the seal, my footfall lighter than the wind.

As I pressed on, I could hear them—the faint sounds of footsteps, the murmur of voices carried on the night breeze. I slid into the cover of a nearby alley, flattening myself against the cold stone as two Sound shinobi passed by. Their conversation was low, but clear enough for me to catch.

"I hate these patrols," one of them grumbled, rubbing his neck. "You think Orochimaru's just watching us? Like he's testing us or something?"

"You think too much," the other replied, his eyes darting to the rooftops. "It's not him you should be worried about. It's that damned Kabuto who reports everything to him. What if he somehow hears us ? He randomly sneaks around , man - I get the creeps from him. "

"He won't," the first one cut him off. "He's probably not here too . So shut up."

That ... was not a good thing for me . It meant Orochimaru was not present here . Had he probably moved to some other base ?

I moved on, slipping through the village's labyrinth of towers and its rooftops. Patrols were stationed at key intersections, their movements precise but weary. I could tell by their slow pace and the dullness in their eyes that these were just the regulars. No high-ranking shinobi. No one that posed any real threat to me.

This must have been one of the more important bases I guessed . Otherwise I doubted there would be so many guards .

I reached the final stretch before the central base, crouching behind a low wall. From here, I could see the guards—veteran shinobi stationed at the entrance, each one radiating chakra in a steady, measured flow. This wasn't like before. These weren't the slackers from the patrols. These were Orochimaru's elite, trained to kill at the first sign of trouble.

That's when I decided to use it. I deactivated Illusory Reflection and used my second original technique .

Yin release : Eclipse Walk

I closed my eyes, feeling my chakra shift, twisting into the subtle rhythm of the technique I had perfected. This was also no simple illusion- it didn't distort sight or sound. It rewrote how the body perceived movement itself. I wasn't just messing with their basic visual , auditory preception —I was manipulating their sense of vectors, the very forces that governed their every step, every punch, every shift in momentum.

Genjutsu was an application of Yin chakra . A specific lane , if I were to say . Sharingan Genjutsu could be compared to a high-road , or a field too .

This technique could not be called Genjutsu, because compared to those techniques, this was a literal ocean I guessed . Even if the result was the same as Genjutsu , this Yin Chakra Manipulation was definitely not a proper Genjutsu.

While Illusory Reflection touched the galaxy . The only limitation of that technique was that I could not use another technique while using it .

If I were to say , the miraculous powers of Mangekyo Sharingan were something similar to this too .

The Uchiha had always carried potent Yin Chakra - their ancestry made sure of that. Even if they never used that - relying on their Dojutsu too much .

While the Senju and Uzumaki carried Yang .

The miraculous abilities of our Dojutsu were extreme applications of that Yin chakra .

However the sheer potency and density of my Yin Chakra , because of my transmigration ?reincarnation ? Whatever it was , a different lifetime of memories and self had merged with me . We had become one.

It was only fair to use that . I was not like Naruto after all . Although, if my idiot friend worked as I taught him, he would probably soon reach the very topmost layer of A ranked shinobi , if not S-ranked by the time Akatsuki started their activity.

in another world Naruto had learned to use the absolutely infinite potential he had with the endless stock of Chakra far too late . This time , I had taught him , trained him to use it to it's topmost limit .

Akatsuki didn't know what was gonna hit them .

These two original techniques of mine were enough to fool an entire base of trained operatives and someone as experienced as Danzo himself . These people did not even stand a chance .

Though I did not know how these two Yin release techniques would fare against Mangekyo Sharingan users. At least the Eclipse Walk .

I opened my eyes, and my Sharingan glowed in the dark as the genjutsu spread through the air , even if it was not a Sharingan based visual genjutsu. Slowly, like a creeping fog, it settled over the guards. If any of them perceived me - they would go towards East , the literal opposite direction I was coming from .

I passed through them , completely undetected.

I turned my gaze to the door of the central base. This was it. I pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit corridor beyond. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and something else—something darker, like rot. The walls were lined with cells and laboratories, places where Orochimaru's twisted experiments had taken place. This was a house of horrors, a place that still bore the scars of cruelty and madness.

I moved through the halls in silence, my footsteps without a whisper on the stone floor. My Sharingan scanned every corner, revealing hidden traps, chakra-imbued seals embedded in the walls, and the occasional movement of guards stationed deeper inside.

assed through them , completely undetected.

"Did you hear? Another one of Orochimaru's labs got hit."

"Keep your voice down! You don't know who might be listening. If someone's targeting the remnants, we could be next."

Oh.. so they had heard. Not uninformed then .

In the last week , I had raided two of Orochimaru's labratories , disposing of the guards and freeing any prisoners if they had survived . Few - and very few of those who survived AND wanted to rejoin the Shinobi world - or specifically a village - I sent them to Konoha . Now that there was no fear of Danzo and Tsunade was the one ruling , they would actually take care of refugees instead of experimenting on them or brainwashing them.

I pressed on, my eyes locked on the path ahead. The central chamber was where I needed to be—where the real information was likely hidden. This was the room where Orochimaru had plotted and schemed, where he had once believed he controlled everything.

I reached the door, my pulse steady. There was no fear. No hesitation. Just the cold, sharp focus that had carried me this far.

I stepped inside.

The room was massive, lit by the faint glow of candles scattered throughout. The air was thick with tension, and at the far end of the chamber, several shinobi were gathered, their eyes widening in shock as they saw me.

"It's him!" one of them cried, his hand reaching for a weapon.

But they were too slow. I flickered out of existence, my body moving faster than their eyes could track. One second, I stood at the door. The next, I was behind them, lightning crackling in the air as I took them down one by one. Their cries echoed through the chamber, but no one was coming to help them.

The Lightning Flicker was one hell of an invention. Adding lightning release in the body Flicker technique and manipulating it to increase movement speed . Kakashi , an elite jonin with a Sharingan could not keep up with this .

This must have how Shisui felt too . Rest in peace cousin .

I felt just a bit of guilt at the thought of Kakashi . I missed him , the depressed dog-man . But I couldn't go back now . Not without Orochimaru's head. I doubt anything else would suffice as enough to be pardoned .

Also I needed to pass everything I knew about the Akatsuki too . And Orochimaru was the perfect excuse . And that would also guarantee my pardon .

I stood in the center of the room, the last shinobi collapsing at my feet.

I breathed in the heavy air, letting the silence settle around me. There was no meaning in being completely hidden . I closed my eyes and spread my senses towards every direction .

Tch . Of course Orochimaru was not here. Even if I could keep my Chakra well hidden , I knew my sensory pulse would be detected by someone of Orochimaru's skill level . Even if I did not use my original techniques to preserve the canon events surrounding Orochimaru and the invasion as much as possible- I knew I was not good enough to fight him face to face without Genjutsu. Even with all the improvement and progress I had made throughout the months . It was why I had not sent a pulse before , it would literally be warning him of my presence.

Also I needed to pass everything I knew about the Akatsuki too . And Orochimaru was the perfect excuse . And that would also guarantee my pardon .

I stood in the center of the room, the last shinobi collapsing at my feet.

(It definitely was not because I was scared of making my hands even more bloody than they already are)

At least they were documents of experiments and trade routes (read smuggling routes) that Oto used . This would have to suffice for now.

The rain fell in sheets, crashing down onto the green field , the cold droplets sizzling against my skin. It had been raining non-stop for the last week here in the south western part of Land of Earth . I had come here following Orochimaru's trail mostly but it had turned towards Wind country suddenly . I had already sent the message to the Toad Sage Jiraiya - hopefully he would do something useful with it - if not leave it alone .

That did not change the fact that .. I had been finally blessed with luck . I could see Hidan grinning like the madman he was, blood-slick scythe twirling in his hand. His crimson eyes gleamed with a twisted sort of devotion, the kind only a zealot could muster. As we circled each other, he muttered something under his breath.

The only reason I had not already killed the fucker was because ... I had been morbidly intrigued by him . Even if disgust churned in my stomach like an inferno .

"Jashin-sama is going to enjoy this. He always appreciates a good sacrifice."

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes as I wiped away the rain from my face. "Jashin," I spat, unimpressed. "You devote yourself to some petty deity who revels in death. How pathetic."

Hidan's grin widened, like I'd just handed him a gift. "You don't understand a damn thing, do you, Uchiha? Jashin-sama grants eternal life, endless strength. Nothing is greater than Jashin's will."

"Strength?" I nearly laughed, the sound raspy because of constant travel and searching and the cold of the rain . "You're nothing more than a puppet, dancing on strings. Your so-called immortality is just another chain."

It was true . Somthing dark and unnatural tingled in my senses near him . It was not from beyond death . No , I had experienced that , the blank void of nothingness and sweet touch of pure cold and death where I could lie forever , a peaceful sleep .

This was something UNNATURAL- A TWISTED CONTRADICTORY ANOMALY THAT WRAPPED THE FABRIC OF REALITY.

My original plan had been to capture this fucker . But I knew , from every cell of my body , I was going to kill him .

He twirled that damned scythe like it was a toy, the red stains on the blade glinting in the fading sunlight. "You know," he said, almost casually, "most people freak out when they realize they can't kill me. But you, you're different. You're just standing there like you've seen a ghost."

I clenched my fists. "You are an ANOMALY. A perversion of natural order."

Hidan's eyes widened, then he threw his head back and laughed, loud and manic. "Oh, that's rich! Anomaly huh? Is that what they're calling me now? I call it blessed. Jashin-sama gave me this immortality, and there's not a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it."

"You call this immortality?" I spat, stepping forward, my heartbeat steady despite the tension in the air. "You're not alive, Hidan. You're just a walking corpse, chained to your god's whims. You've never truly experienced death, have you?"

That seemed to give him pause. His grin faltered for just a moment before it returned, fiercer, more deranged. "Oh, I know death. I live it every day! Pain, sacrifice, the blood of my enemies! That's what Jashin demands, and I give it freely."

I shook my head. Ignorant . I had no words to describe my experience. I doubted I could free him at all . His soul would probably be stuck in Limbo , never passing to the Pure World (if it existed) or stepping into the cycle of reincarnation.

Hidan's eyes flickered with annoyance now, the grin slowly slipping from his face. "You think you know more about death than me, huh? A fucking kid knows death better than me ? You're wrong, asshole. Jashin's gift is eternal life. I'm beyond death. I've beaten it."

I felt my jaw clench as I stared at him, disgust churning in my gut. "You haven't beaten anything. You're stuck in this twisted loop of sacrifice and murder, pretending it makes you powerful. Real power comes from understanding death and moving past it, not being some immortal pawn for a bloodthirsty god."

Hidan's smirk twisted, anger flashing in his eyes now. "You talk a lot for a guy who's about to die."

"I've died before," I replied coldly. "And if you had any idea what that felt like, what true death was, you wouldn't be so eager to avoid it. What you have isn't life, Hidan. It's a curse."

Hidan's grip tightened on his scythe. "You think you're better than me just because you've been close to death? Jashin-sama's given me eternity! That's something your weak flesh could never handle."

"Eternity?" I scoffed. "There's no eternity in being a slave to some twisted deity's will. All you are is an abomination, something that doesn't belong in this world. And I know, more than anyone, that things like you? They always fall. One way or another."

His grin returned, but it was colder now, lacking its usual manic joy. "You can try, fool. But in the end, I'll just get back up. And Jashin-sama will laugh when your blood paints the ground."

I looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but madness, and felt only pity.