The Chaos of Resurrection! Fugaku’s Nightmare, Orochimaru’s Terror

Uchiha Fugaku finally realized that something was terribly wrong. Although his wife had bitten him before, she had never bitten him so fiercely! And when did her teeth become so sharp?! His lips were already swollen! His mind raced in confusion as he hurriedly opened his eyes, expecting to see his beloved wife, Uchiha Mikoto, only to be greeted by an eerie sight.

A pale-skinned, black-haired figure stood before him, a long tongue slipping out to lick his cheek, eyes sharp with suspicion and hostility. It was a face he recognized all too well.

"What the hell?! Where is my wife?! No—wait! Orochimaru?!" Fugaku shrieked, scrambling backward in horror.

Orochimaru, still reeling from his sudden resurrection, narrowed his eyes and examined the man in front of him. The more he looked, the more familiar this person seemed.

"You are... Uchiha Fugaku?!" Orochimaru's mind went blank for a moment.

Nothing made sense. He had just died—hadn't he? He could still remember the sensation of his own ninjutsu taking effect, the transition into death, and yet… here he was, completely intact. He quickly assessed his body. There were no signs of injury, no traces of chakra disruptions. Everything felt normal, which meant—he had been resurrected.

But if that was true, why was Uchiha Fugaku here?! The last he had known, Fugaku had died long ago. His gaze darted around, and what he saw made his pupils contract violently.

The First Hokage.

The Second Hokage.

The Fourth Hokage.

Uzumaki Mito.

Uzumaki Kushina.

And Uchiha Fugaku, who had just tried to kiss him?!

His eyes continued scanning the crowd, landing on a silver-haired man with a sharp aura—Hatake Sakumo—and then a group of other ninjas, some of whom he didn't recognize. And then… a young man, standing not too far away, observing the chaos with a mixture of amusement and shock.

Orochimaru felt his stomach drop.

'This isn't my lab. This isn't the Konoha I remember. What the hell is going on?!'

Meanwhile, the weight of realization hit Uchiha Fugaku like a ton of bricks. His lips trembled, his body swayed, and then—with a loud thud—he collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated.

"My wife… my wife is gone again?! This is the eighth time! Eight times! 800 million ryo down the drain! Ahhhhhhh!"

He sat there, clutching his swollen lips, shaking as he wailed. The light in his eyes dimmed, his spirit crumbling into dust.

Orochimaru, seeing this complete mental breakdown, took several cautious steps back. 'Since when was the Uchiha Clan Leader such a lunatic?!'

He then turned his gaze to the young man he didn't recognize—the only one who seemed somewhat composed.

"Boy… who are you? What is going on here? Explain this to me immediately," Orochimaru demanded, his long tongue flicking out as he licked his lips, trying to regain his usual composure.

Souta Kazuki, still processing the situation, squinted at Orochimaru.

"Aunt Snake! What's wrong with you?! Can you tell me why you're here?!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Orochimaru's face darkened.

"Kid… what did you just call me?" A sinister glint flashed in his golden eyes.

Souta met his gaze, unfazed. "I called you Aunt Snake! Got a problem with that?"

Orochimaru's expression twisted. "You little brat… Do you have a death wish?!"

The tension in the air thickened. Orochimaru, no longer in the mood for conversation, raised his hand.

"Jie Jie Jie… Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!"

The air crackled as white snakes surged from his sleeves, baring their fangs, ready to strike—

BOOM!

In an instant, Orochimaru felt a suffocating presence clamp down on him from all sides. The ground beneath him trembled as several figures moved in unison, forming an unbreakable wall of power around Souta Kazuki.

Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama—one standing on the left, the other on the right—glared at Orochimaru with dangerous eyes.

"Did you just try to attack my disciple?" Madara's voice was eerily calm. His Mangekyō Sharingan spun menacingly. "Do you want to dance?"

Hashirama frowned slightly. "I can't let you harm him. After all, he's my only disciple. And coincidentally, he's also Madara's."

Orochimaru's stomach churned.

Before he could react—

ZING!

A golden flash of light appeared behind him.

Namikaze Minato.

"Senior Orochimaru," Minato spoke with a polite yet firm tone, "I'd advise against making any rash moves."

Another presence flickered beside him—

Senju Tobirama.

"The Fourth Hokage has learned well," Tobirama commented. "It seems my teachings haven't gone to waste."

Minato smiled. "I've even developed some new techniques, Second Hokage-sama."

Before Orochimaru could say a word, the chilling sound of metal brushing against flesh made him freeze.

A razor-sharp White Fang dagger pressed against his throat.

Hatake Sakumo.

"Orochimaru," Sakumo greeted with a lazy smile, "long time no see. I didn't expect you to be dead too."

Orochimaru barely had time to process his words when two colossal figures loomed behind him—

Uchiha Izuna and Uchiha Shisui.

Susanoo armor glowed ominously around them.

Then—

BOOM!

A monstrous aura exploded in the distance.

A voice roared—

"EIGHT INNER GATES! SEVENTH GATE—OPEN!!"

Might Duy.

"This is youth!!!"

Orochimaru's body turned ice-cold.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His fingers twitched involuntarily.

'These guys… are they insane?! Are they really going to kill me over a kid?!'

His mind was in turmoil, but it was nothing compared to what he saw next.

Standing between Hashirama and Madara, grinning from ear to ear, was the same young man from earlier—Souta Kazuki.

And at that moment, Souta's lips curled even higher.

A twisted, almost comically exaggerated smirk formed on his face.

He looked like…

A crooked-mouthed dragon king.

Orochimaru's body stiffened.

'Can we have a good chat now… Uncle Snake?!' Souta's grin widened.

And in that moment, Orochimaru knew—he was in deep trouble.