I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

The Clash in Konoha

The devastating sword energy struck Orochimaru's figure, erupting in a violent explosion.

"Not good!" Charlotte Linlin and Kaido's expressions shifted dramatically as they recalled Orochimaru's chilling warning: if he died, their resurrected forms would vanish along with him.

When the smoke cleared, the spot where Orochimaru once stood revealed only a blasted clump of mud.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, Orochimaru's figure emerged, a twisted smile on his face. "Earth Style: Body Replacement Technique," he muttered. His survival was a close call; the sword energy had been swift, almost too fast for him to evade. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his temple.

"Damn it! You're not dead, you slippery snake!" Tashigi, sword in hand, scowled with frustration. She prepared to attack again, but a firm hand rested on her shoulder.

"Tashigi, wait," came a calm, measured voice. Luo Gang stepped forward, his presence exuding control.

Charlotte Linlin and Kaido, on the other hand, locked eyes on Finn, who had just stepped into view. Their expressions twisted into a mix of joy and fury.

"Finn!" Linlin bellowed with manic glee. "My old lady and Kaido have been looking everywhere for you, and now you just waltz in? You've sealed your fate!"

Kaido hefted his spiked mace, grinning wickedly. "Finn, you thought you got rid of us, didn't you? But thanks to this guy," he gestured toward Orochimaru, "we're back. And immortal. Let's see how far your tricks get you now."

Finn regarded them with a composed smirk. "Immortal, you say? Orochimaru's Impure World Reincarnation, I presume."

Kaido's grin faltered for a split second. "You know about that?" Linlin's shock was evident as well. "How do you know about Impure World Reincarnation?" she demanded.

Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed, his mind racing. This Finn not only recognized the technique but spoke of it with ease. For someone from the same world as Linlin and Kaido to possess such knowledge... unsettling. Orochimaru's instincts screamed caution.

Meanwhile, Hyuga Hiashi stepped forward. "Lord Finn requires no information from us. He understands far more than we ever could."

Kaido scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Hmph! Knowing won't save you, Finn. You can't kill us—we're immortal. Today is your end!"

Finn met Kaido's bluster with an unflinching stare, his smirk widening. "Immortal, yes. Invincible? Hardly. But don't worry—I'll deal with you two after I handle Orochimaru."

Orochimaru's expression darkened, a fresh wave of dread gripping him. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "He's targeting me first!"

Finn raised his hand, and with a simple command, "Attack," the Hyuga clan sprang into action. In perfect unison, they unleashed a storm of kunai, creating an inescapable net of projectiles hurtling toward Orochimaru.

"Impossible!" Orochimaru cursed. The sheer volume of kunai made evasion impossible. But he wasn't without his defenses. Pressing his palm to the ground, he yelled, "Fivefold Rashomon!"

With a deafening rumble, five colossal gates adorned with demonic faces erupted from the ground, shielding him from the onslaught. The kunai clattered harmlessly against the gates, their force diffused.

Orochimaru allowed himself a moment of relief. "Fools," he sneered. "Kunai can't change direction."

But his confidence shattered when he felt a sudden, suffocating presence above him. Orochimaru's eyes snapped upward, and his blood ran cold. Finn was there—hovering midair where one of the kunai had flown past moments before.

"Impossible! That's—" Orochimaru's voice faltered as realization struck. "The Flying Thunder God Technique!"

With Finn descending upon him like a storm, Orochimaru knew he had underestimated his foe. The battlefield's tide had turned, and survival now hinged on more than his cunning.