[TL/N: New Book -
Anime Group Chat in a Doomsday World!]
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"Unfortunately for you, I won't give you the chance for a next time."
Alexander's voice turned cold as he vanished, reappearing instantly in front of Orochimaru.
Whoosh!
With a flash of icy light, the figure of Orochimaru disintegrated into dust and scattered.
"A doppelgänger, huh? Typical. You're really trying my patience," Alexander muttered.
"Thank you for the compliment," came Orochimaru's amused voice from a distance. A new figure stepped out of the shadows—it was, of course, yet another clone.
"Since the esteemed Creator isn't impressed, allow me to present my two most prized creations."
With a deep rumble, two coffins slowly rose from the ground behind Orochimaru. The lids bore inscriptions: First and Second. Alexander's gaze sharpened as he recognized the significance of these markings.
Bang! Bang!
The coffin doors creaked open, and two imposing figures emerged with deliberate steps.
First Hokage: Senju Hashirama.
Second Hokage: Senju Tobirama.
The brothers exchanged a glance before turning their attention to the figure standing before them.
"So, this is Impure World Reincarnation?" Tobirama remarked, his sharp eyes locking onto Orochimaru. "I never expected someone to master the Forbidden Technique I created. And so young, no less. Surprising."
From Tobirama's perspective, Orochimaru did indeed appear youthful—a far cry from the wizened Kage of his era.
Hashirama, however, frowned. "Tobirama, I warned you to destroy this jutsu. It's an affront to the dead, a blasphemy. And now, look at the consequences: we've been dragged back into the world of the living to fight."
His stern tone carried the weight of disappointment, though his demeanor remained as composed as ever. Alexander found the serious expression amusing.
Orochimaru's sly grin widened as he gestured toward Alexander. "Shodai, Nidaime, I leave it to you. The man before you is the reason for your summoning. He is exceptionally powerful and—most importantly—the one responsible for plunging our world into disaster."
At this, the Hokage brothers turned their attention to Alexander.
Hashirama squinted at Alexander, studying him intently. "The cause of disaster? This boy? Hahaha! You must be joking!"
His deep laughter echoed through the battlefield. No matter how he looked at Alexander, he saw nothing but a bright, youthful presence—a stark contrast to Orochimaru's ominous aura.
Alexander smiled wryly. "You're absolutely right, Shodai—I'm not the bad guy here. If anything, it's that snake-like man behind you who's the real villain. He's already plotting to return to your village, Konoha, and wreak havoc."
Taking the opportunity, Alexander shifted the blame with casual ease. He didn't appreciate being labeled the "culprit," especially by someone like Orochimaru.
Hashirama and Tobirama turned their heads back toward Orochimaru, then exchanged a glance.
It wasn't hard to decide whom to believe: on one side, a cheerful and seemingly honest young man; on the other, a man who quite literally embodied deceit and manipulation.
Orochimaru, aware of their expressions, sighed internally but remained composed. He wasn't worried. After all, the brothers were under his control through Impure World Reincarnation. They couldn't act against him.
Still, Orochimaru knew the limitations of his jutsu. The accuracy of Impure World Reincarnation determined how much of the original strength the resurrected could wield.
During the Operation Destroy Konoha, the First and Second Hokage had been limited, unable to unleash their full power against the Third Hokage. However, as his research advanced, Orochimaru improved the precision of his jutsu. In the later Ninja World War, his resurrected warriors could display strength nearly identical to their living selves—but at the cost of weakening his control.
This time, Orochimaru had struck a careful balance: the Hokage brothers could use most of their original strength without breaking free from his grasp.
"Enough talk," Orochimaru said, his voice steady. "Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant. Attack him, Shodai and Nidaime. I'll prove my words with your actions."
With that, Hashirama and Tobirama shifted into combat stances and charged toward Alexander.
The battlefield came alive with their overwhelming presence. Tobirama was the first to move, his hands weaving seals at lightning speed.
Bang!
A massive waterspout erupted, surging toward Alexander like a tidal wave.
"Water Style: Water Colliding Wave!"