The forest beyond Orochimaru's collapsing lair was a maze of twisted roots and moonless shadows, the air sharp with the scent of pine and the distant echo of pursuit. I moved alone, my hood low to conceal my four eyes—a trait I was born with—my towering frame, over six feet and rippling with chakra-enhanced muscle, gliding through the undergrowth with the silence of a predator. My modified body was a fortress of power: a second heart amplified my chakra flow; expanded lungs fueled endurance that let me run for days without rest. Sculpted for dominance like Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen, my physique was a weapon forged for my goals—power, control, freedom. My full mastery of Snake Sage Mode—its venomous chakra, viper-like agility, and regenerative prowess, bolstered by advanced techniques like Sage Art: Inorganic Reanimation and White Rage Technique—had carried me through the Ryuchi Cave and Orochimaru's betrayal. My arsenal—Dismantle, Cleave, Mirror Mirage Technique, genjutsu, and medical ninjutsu—was sharper than ever, but the Sound Four's defeat and my escape with Sasuke had marked me as a rogue. Tsunade's Yin Seal and medical ninjutsu were my next target, a path to perfect my body's resilience, but for now, survival meant evading Orochimaru's hunters and Konoha's pursuit. This was a Baldur's Gate stealth mission, and I'd navigate it with the cunning of my gamer past.
Sasuke had vanished into the night, his Curse Seal driving him toward his own destiny. Our alliance, always pragmatic, had served its purpose, but I sensed we'd cross paths again. Orochimaru's lair was gone, but his influence lingered—his summons and loyalists would hunt me, and Konoha's forces, led by Danzo and Kakashi, wouldn't forgive my defection. My immediate goal was to lie low, refine my sage abilities, and plan my return to Konoha to secure Tsunade's mentorship.
I found refuge in a hidden cave, its entrance veiled by vines. My sage-enhanced senses scanned for threats, detecting no chakra signatures. Inside, I set up a perimeter, using Sage Art: Inorganic Reanimation to animate the cave's walls into serpentine sentinels, their stone forms ready to strike intruders. I sat, activating Snake Sage Mode, scales spreading across my forearms, my pupils slitting. Natural energy surged, my second heart steadying its flow, my lungs sustaining the transformation. I tested my abilities, pushing their limits to ensure readiness.
Sage Art: White Rage Technique unleashed a blinding orb of light and sound, its sensory overload disorienting a flock of bats outside the cave. My venomous chakra cloak burned through a fallen log, its corrosive surface a defensive shield. I wove a Mirror Mirage Technique, twenty-five clones slithering with hypnotic grace, their movements—coiling, striking—fooling a stray wolf. Sage-infused Dismantle sliced through a boulder like acid, Cleave's contact-based strike sizzling stone. My regeneration healed a self-inflicted cut instantly, my medical ninjutsu amplifying the effect. A shadow genjutsu, inspired by Shikamaru, paralyzed a rabbit, while a confusion genjutsu, drawn from Ino, disoriented a hawk mid-flight.
My Yin Seal practice was progressing, the diamond pattern on my forehead holding for forty minutes, storing a potent chakra reserve. My medical ninjutsu could regenerate entire limbs, a synergy with sage mode's healing that made me near-unkillable. Tsunade's mentorship was key—her Yin Seal a reservoir for my Malevolent Shrine, her medical expertise a way to stabilize my body under sage chakra's strain. I'd infiltrate Konoha, prove my worth, and claim her knowledge.
A faint chakra signature interrupted my training—Orochimaru's summons, a pack of venomous snakes tracking me. I activated Sage Mode, my agility letting me dodge their strikes. I used Inorganic Reanimation, animating the cave's floor into spikes that impaled the snakes, their venomous chakra burning through scales. White Rage blinded the survivors, and a sage-infused Dismantle finished them, their bodies dissolving. The fight was quick, but it confirmed Orochimaru's reach—I'd need to move soon.
I traveled under cover of night, heading toward a neutral village where I could gather intel. My sage senses caught whispers of Konoha's turmoil—Hiruzen's death, Tsunade's rise as Hokage, Danzo's growing influence. The news stirred me; Tsunade's leadership meant a chance to approach her, but Danzo's Root would hunt me relentlessly. I planned my return, visualizing a Warhammer 40,000 infiltration—strike fast, secure the objective, escape.
In the village, I bartered for supplies, my towering frame intimidating merchants into silence. I overheard rumors of Sasuke's movements, his Curse Seal drawing him deeper into Orochimaru's web. I considered tracking him, but my path was clear: Konoha, Tsunade, power. I trained in secret, pushing my sage abilities. Inorganic Reanimation shaped a riverbank into serpentine traps, White Rage scattered a bandit gang, and my venomous cloak burned through their weapons. My clones, genjutsu, and sage-enhanced strikes made me a one-man army.
As I prepared to leave, a Konoha ANBU squad ambushed me, their masks gleaming in the moonlight. "Archon," their leader said, "surrender, or die."
I activated Sage Mode, scales glinting. "Come and try."
The fight was brutal. I used White Rage to blind them, Inorganic Reanimation to turn the ground against them, and my venomous cloak to burn their blades. My clones and genjutsu disoriented, while Dismantle and Cleave, sage-infused, cut through defenses. My regeneration kept me standing, healing wounds mid-fight. I spared their lives, vanishing into the night, but the encounter was a warning—Konoha was closing in.
I was Archon, a gamer reborn, a Snake Sage with power to rival gods. Tsunade's Yin Seal awaited, and I'd claim it, forging a path no shinobi could stop.