The ruined outskirts of the stadium resembled a battlefield after a cataclysmic storm. Jagged chunks of concrete, twisted metal, and scorched earth formed a grotesque landscape, a testament to the sheer destructive power unleashed. The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of burnt chakra, a grim reminder of the fallen. Orochimaru, his serpentine eyes narrowed in frustration, stood amidst the wreckage, his pale skin illuminated by the flickering remnants of the stadium's emergency lights.
"This is unacceptable," he hissed, his voice a low, venomous rasp. "How could they... how could he defeat them?"
With a swift hand seal, he summoned a massive cloud of smoke, which coalesced into the terrifying form of Manda, the colossal serpent. Manda's scales shimmered with an oily sheen, his eyes gleaming with predatory malice. His forked tongue flickered in the air, tasting the lingering chakra signatures.
"Orochimaru," Manda hissed, his voice a deep, guttural rumble. "You summoned me. What is the meaning of disrupting my sleep?"
Shima, her ancient eyes narrowed, turned to Jiraiya. "Jiraiya-chan," she croaked, her voice laced with concern, "Where is Gamabunta? He was not at Mount Myōboku."
Jiraiya, his expression grim, replied, "He was summoned by Naruto, Minato's son, my new student. He's fighting on the arena ground."
Fukasaku and Shima exchanged surprised glances, a flicker of nostalgia in their ancient eyes. "Minato's son..." Fukasaku muttered, his voice a low rumble. "He has summoned Gamabunta."
Despite Manda's terrifying presence, Jiraiya, his Sage Mode enhanced form radiating raw power, and Hiruzen, wielding Enma in his adamantine staff form, held their ground. Manda lunged, his massive fangs snapping, but Jiraiya countered with a barrage of Sage Art: Hair Needle Senbon, the sharpened hairs piercing Manda's thick scales.
Hiruzen, wielding Enma, moved with a surprising agility, his strikes precise and powerful, deflecting Manda's attacks and creating openings for Jiraiya. Orochimaru, his face contorted in rage, attempted to coordinate Manda's attacks, but the serpent's unpredictable nature and Jiraiya's Sage Mode prowess proved too much.
"This is futile!" Manda hissed, his serpentine eyes narrowing. "I will not waste my time on this."
With a powerful surge of chakra, Manda prepared to reverse summon himself. "Remember, Orochimaru," he hissed, his voice laced with venom, "prepare sufficient sacrifices for my next summoning."
Manda vanished in a swirl of smoke, leaving Orochimaru seething with rage. "That blasted reptile!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the ruins. "He dares to abandon me!"
Suddenly, the Sound Four emerged from the shadows, their bodies showing the strain of using the second stage of the Curse Mark. Kidomaru's multiple eyes gleamed with malice, Jirobo's hulking form radiated raw power, Sakon/Ukon's conjoined bodies moved with a grotesque fluidity, and Tayuya's flute pulsed with dark chakra.
"Orochimaru-sama," Kidomaru rasped, his voice strained, "we have eliminated the Anbus."
The sight of the fallen Anbu, their bodies mangled and lifeless, ignited a firestorm of rage within Jiraiya and Hiruzen. "You monsters!" Jiraiya roared, his voice a primal growl. "You'll pay for this!"
Hiruzen, his face a mask of grief and fury, unleashed a torrent of chakra, his eyes blazing with righteous anger. "You dare to desecrate my village?" he bellowed, his voice filled with raw power.
Jiraiya and Hiruzen, their grief and rage fueling their attacks, launched a berserk assault on Orochimaru and the Sound Four. Jiraiya's Sage Art techniques, amplified by his rage, tore through the air, while Hiruzen, wielding Enma, moved with a ferocious intensity, his strikes a whirlwind of destruction.
The Sound Four, their bodies pushed to their limits by the Curse Mark, struggled to defend against the onslaught. Orochimaru, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperation, attempted to counter the attacks, but he was overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of Jiraiya and Hiruzen's assault.
The Raw, untamed fury of Jiraiya and Hiruzen's attack, a brutal crescendo to the chaotic symphony of war. The ruined outskirts of the stadium became a stage for a final, desperate act of vengeance.