My name is Miyuki Uchiha – A New World Order

The air crackled with tension as Miyuki and Orochimaru faced each other, their hands flashing through a rapid series of seals.

"Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld!"

The ground beneath Miyuki liquefied into a churning bog, thick with venomous snakes that surged toward him like a living tide. Orochimaru's lips curled into a smirk as he hissed, "Ten Thousand Snakes of the Abyss."

Miyuki's expression remained unshaken. Completing his final seal, he roared, "Lightning Release: Wrathful Deity!"

A tempest of lightning erupted around him, coalescing into a towering, 50-meter-tall lightning avatar resembling the wrathful Buddhist guardian Fudō Myōō. The deity's electrified vajra weapon hummed with condensed chakra, its sheer energy distorting the air.

"Fall back!" Kakashi barked, dragging his team farther away. This feels like the Nine-Tails' Bijūdama all over again…

Miyuki's hand clenched into a fist. The avatar hurled its vajra at Orochimaru, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion. The blast vaporized everything within hundreds of meters, leaving only smoldering craters and the charred remains of Orochimaru's summoned serpents.

As the dust settled, Miyuki approached the scorched battlefield. A mangled snake corpse twitched, its jaws splitting open as Orochimaru slithered out, dripping with mucus.

"Magnificent… Uchiha Miyuki," Orochimaru rasped, licking his lips. "But even your chakra reserves must be drained after that display."

"Try me," Miyuki retorted, though his stomach churned at the Sannin's grotesque rebirth. This is why I hate fighting roaches.

Orochimaru's neck elongated suddenly, his head snapping toward Miyuki like a striking cobra. "Your body… will be mine!"

A piercing eagle cry split the sky.

Instinctive dread froze Orochimaru mid-lunge. He looked up—and met the Mangekyō Sharingan of a golden eagle diving from the sun.

"Kotoamatsukami," Miyuki whispered.

The ultimate genjutsu etched itself into Orochimaru's soul, binding his loyalty to Miyuki for eternity.

"Master," Orochimaru breathed, his eyes clearing.

Miyuki's blade flashed. The Sannin's head tumbled to the ground.

Kakashi's team arrived moments later.

"Is it… over?" Hyūga Keiji asked, staring at the decapitated body.

"Not quite," Kakashi muttered as the corpse disintegrated into ash. "He escaped."

Miyuki sheathed his sword, feigning frustration. "Damn it. That snake always slips away."

"To survive this long, he needs more than luck," Kakashi said grimly. "Inuzuka, track his scent."

Twenty miles away, in a hidden lab, a new Orochimaru emerged from a cultivation tank.

"How… curious," he murmured, examining his reborn hands. "That genjutsu… it rewrote my very will. Fascinating."

Two hours later, the Konoha team stormed the abandoned lab. The stench of formaldehyde and decay hit them like a physical blow.

"By the Hokage's beard…" Inuzuka Kaze gagged, covering his nose.

Mutilated corpses floated in tanks—children with stolen kekkei genkai. Saito retched into a corner, while Hyuga Keiji stumbled upon a scattered file.

"Root's experiments…" he whispered, trembling. "They took my cousin—a four-year-old!"

Miyuki gripped his shoulder. "Not here. Not now."

The documents implicated Danzō's Root, with traces of the Torin and Mito clans' involvement. Political dynamite, Miyuki realized. But exposing this recklessly could fracture the village.