Throughout heaven and earth, I Otsutsuki Toneri am the honored one

Throughout heaven and earth, I Otsutsuki Toneri am the honored one.

A/N: Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

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[land of grass: in a certain village]

The onslaught of the menacing masked individual was relentless in it's assault. Anyone that got too close to it has themselves turned inside out or body parts twisted in an unnatural position. Nothing the grass ninjas throw at it can even touch it. it's if there is an invisible barrier protecting the mask individual from all harms. This further dampened the moral of the grass shinobis.

The worst is the fact that those that were slaughtered by the cloaked enemy stood up like puppets on strings and attacked their once comrades like beasts.

It made sure that those it attacked are dead without a chance to survive the next second. This sends a dreadful realization amongst the forces of the grass nin. It knows about their healing trump card. Looking past the masked menace, the grass shinobi realized that it was right infront of the shack were their healer lived.

A foreboding feeling ran through the grass shinobis heads.

"Ku ku ku ku, What an interesting jutsu you have there." A raspy voice commented from the not so far distance. The grass shinobis turned their heads towards the newcomer, only for their hearts to sink further into despair.

It was Orochimaru the rogue sannin formally from the hidden leaf village. Now known as a boogeyman in the criminal underworld of the elemental nations. The situation just got worse. Today seems to be the day they'll loose their healing source. The faces of the grass shinobis turned more gloomy by the minute.

"Ah, Orochimaru dono. Nice for you to come by." The attitude of the Masked individual sounded almost cheerful when addressing the sannin.

Seemingly amused Orochimaru stared at the masked individual. "It seems my reputation proceeds me. Yet I don't recall such an amicable acquaintance like yourself." Orochimaru narrowed his snakish eyes at the individual in cloak and mask.

"I go by a few names, yet this is Indeed our first encounter. There is much insight I would like to exchange notes with someone like you, but due to circumstances I'm afraid it will have to be postponed to another day." The masked individual said in it's ominous voice.

"Ku ku ku ku. Why in such a hurry? Why don't you come with me along with your clansmen behind you?" Orochimaru asked with a tint of amusement. Thinking that the one behind the mask is probably one of the surviving Uzumakis.

"Such deduction, as expected from Orochimaru dono. But I doubt you would believe me if I said otherwise. " The masked one remarked. This made Orochimaru frown at the wording.

The looks on the grass shinobis were solemn. One grass nin was about to run away, but the masked individual suddenly appeared next to him. "Watch closely, Orochimaru dono." It announced before it's puppet hand grabbed the escaping grass nin by the head.

Orochimaru widened his eyes at the display of movement. For a shinobi on orochimaru's level, he noticed details that can't be seen by ordinary shinobis. There were no traces between the previous position of the masked individual and the fleeing grass shinobi. One thought instantly came into the sannin's mind. 'Flying raijin!'.

Yet on second thought, Orochimaru didn't notice any flying raijin markers around the area. This could only mean that this individual didn't require markers to teleport, or it is instead something else entirely.

The body of the grass nin spasmed under the grip of the masked one in an unnatural way while his limbs started to twist in directions not supposed to bend for a normal human. Then the grass nin slumped to the ground and began to crawl like a humanoid spider. Clearly, from the way the grass nin's head is twisted he is dead. And launched towards his once comrades like a ferocious animal.

The gruesome act was disturbing to the many grass shinobis, yet Orochimaru observed it all with clinical interest. As for Orochimaru, he finds this unknown jutsu used by the supposed Uzumaki very much intriguing, at the same time cautious not to be on the receiving end of that technique.

Another grass shinobi thought he had a chance to secure their "healing source" and rushes towards the shack. Only for the masked individual to appear right infront of him with a puppet like hand dug into his ribcage. "Nope, can't let you do that~" it said cheerfully, while the puppet hand was pulled out of the grass ninja's chest holding a beating heart. The grass nin fell to the ground lifeless. But soon began to spasm and stood up, attacking his fellow grass shinobis.

It was a massacre. The living grass shinobis fighting against their dead comrades turned monsters.

Orochimaru unbothered by it all just casually maneuvered through the living and the dead, arriving a couple of meters infront of the masked one. Now that he looked closely, the mask resembles the face of some sort of Octopus, simplistic in design. The material seemingly made from bronze, giving it a yellowish color.

"You indeed have some interesting abilities." Orochimaru praised. "Join me. Under my guidance you would reach even higher strength." Orochimaru invited.

Despite the snake sannin's attempt of recruitment, the masked individual seemed not to be swayed, and it sighed causing Orochimaru to blink. "I said "I would like to exchange notes with someone like you" and didn't say "let me join your snakish organization." Just like you I run my own show. It simply wouldn't do, for the head of one organization to join another on a whim." the masked one shook it's head.

"Besides, I am "not" here." Lifting up a side of it's cloak, underneath was a wooden puppet like body decorated with numerous explosive tags. Orochimaru was about to take action out of war time experience, but the casual attitude of the puppet surprised him.

"If Orochimaru dono doesn't mind, this puppet has a bunch of fools to escort to hell. We can talk another time." Walking past the snake sannin, the puppet instantly appeared in the middle of a crowd of grass shinobis and detonated itself.

*BOOOOOOOMMM!!*

Looking around, Orochimaru couldn't find any signs of the puppeteer. Then he noticed a lack of chakra signatures from the shack where the grass shinobis "healing source" should be. Walking into the shack, the small hut was picked clean of any personal belongings of it's owner, with only a neatly folded letter resting on the uncomfortable looking bed.

Summoning a small snake Orochimaru order it to check the letter.

{ Orochimaru dono. See you in the most luxurious inn amongst the rippling tides, during the nine of ninth. If you wish for an audience with the clan that remembered what fickle minds had forgotten".}

Burning the letter with a simple application of fire release. Orochimaru left the thoroughly devastated village.

Although annoyed at the outcome of the situation, Orochimaru couldn't help to be curious about the one controlling the bizzar masked puppet.

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