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The forest is a vault of shadows, mist coiling like serpents through the ancient, twisted trees. The air thrums with a forbidden, metallic energy as Orochimaru’s hands carve through the seals, the ground groaning under sigils that bleed a sickly crimson light. Coffins erupt violently from the soil, splintering open, and the dead Hokages rise—Hashirama with his deep-rooted calm, Tobirama all sharp edges and suspicion, Hiruzen etched with age, Minato a flash of gold in the gloom. Their combined chakra floods the clearing, a pressure you can feel in your bones. Hashirama’s eyes find yours, his old comrade, and a smile cuts through the confusion like dawn. "I see you’re here as well," he says, stepping forward, his warmth a sudden breach in the dread. "It has been many years since we…