Konoha Ninja Wants an Ordinary Life

Just as Jiraiya said, Orochimaru did stop not far away, but it was only a brief pause. The latter just glanced at the pursuers behind him and chose to continue moving forward.

Although he was carrying a middle-aged man weighing [-] kilograms in his hands, Orochimaru's current speed obviously did not reach his limit, and he seemed to be deliberately hanging Jiraiya.

"Jiraiya-sama, is there something wrong?"

While looking at the moonscape, he looked at Jiraiya with doubts. Orochimaru's movements made him feel something was wrong.

"That Orochimaru guy just wants to show me his little tricks again."

Orochimaru knows Jiraiya, and Jiraiya also knows Orochimaru. The two have been teammates for so many years, and they have been teammates for so many years. The two of them know each other's movements very well.

Orochimaru, who was moving forward, used his free left hand to dig into his pocket and put a ring in his pocket where the ring should be.

After putting on the ring with difficult movements, Orochimaru shook the ring with the blank word in front of him a few times, and then the faces of Konan and Pain Tiandao appeared in front of his eyes.

He showed an extremely happy smile, Jiraiya, what kind of expression would you have if you saw that scene? It's really exciting.

Orochimaru has been imagining such a scene since he joined Akatsuki, that touching moment of master-disciple reunion, where two different ideas collide. What an exciting scene it is.

After thinking about it, Jiraiya finally caught up with him, so he immediately let go of Ishikawa Kiyomori, turned around and blocked the clog that kicked towards his right hand.

"Orochimaru"

Jiraiya's face instantly darkened when he saw the face that was completely different from the one in his memory except for the eyes.

"It seems that your technique has been completed. I didn't expect you to still perform such a disgusting technique."

"Disgusting" Orochimaru tilted his head, dodged Jiraiya's fist, and then immediately turned sideways and kicked Jiraiya's forearm with his left leg, "I don't think so."

"Learning all the arts in the world has always been my ideal. Besides, didn't you say that a normal person wouldn't be able to accomplish this in his lifespan? So, as I retorted at the time, that's not necessarily the case."

"After more than ten years, I finally completed this technique"

Jiraiya and Orochimaru fisted and kicked, and a strong flow of air spread around, making the surrounding leaves rustle.

The bold Mist Ninjas took Ishikawa Kiyomori aside, who was casually abandoned by Orochimaru on the ground, but found that his captain had already turned pale, and there was no trace of life anywhere.

Those mist ninjas took a quick glance at the two people who were still fighting and left in a hurry. They didn't have the slightest intention to avenge their captain. After all, revenge also depends on strength.

Jiraiya, who was fighting Orochimaru, didn't care about the fog ninjas who left in a hurry. All he cared about now was Orochimaru who was fighting him and Orochimaru's sudden change in fighting style.

In Jiraiya's eyes, Orochimaru's taijutsu is not as straightforward as it is now, but should make full use of his snake-like soft body to fight in a roundabout way.

What's wrong?

Jiraiya muttered something in his mind, then glanced over, and a small ring suddenly caught his eye.

air.

The white font suddenly broke into Jiraiya's sight, and in an instant tied Jiraiya's sight to his body, without noticing the whistling fist.

Jiraiya took a few steps back suddenly, and then immediately asked: "What kind of Orochimaru is that in your hand?"

Did you finally notice?

Orochimaru raised his hand with the ring calmly and asked knowingly: "Is this what you said? Is there anything wrong?"

"What is that?" Jiraiya asked a little angrily.

"Why should I tell you?" Orochimaru put down his hand again, "If you want to know, why don't you go find it yourself as usual?"

"After all, you won't believe what I say."

The scarlet tongue flipped up and down in the air. Orochimaru thought that his goal had been achieved, and his intention to leave was obvious.

Then his expression changed, and crazy poisonous snakes emerged from his sleeves, and their fangs shining with strange light were revealed in the direction of Jiraiya.

The long white hair surged, wrapping Jiraiya in it, and the sharp hair that stood up turned Jiraiya into a hedgehog.

The venomous snakes that tried to inject venom into Jiraiya's body were pierced by the hair, leaving filthy blood all over the ground.

Orochimaru looked at Jiraiya who was wrapped up in a ball, smiled at the spy he arranged in Konoha, and quickly got into the soil.

Standing on the returning ship, Jiraiya tapped the edge of the wooden ship with his fingers absentmindedly, and his confused eyes occasionally glanced at the moon-watching scenery standing beside him.

"Jiraiya-sama, are you okay?"

"No problem." Jiraiya showed a very forced smile and replied while gently patting the hull of the ship with his hand.

"It's just that" your state is not right. Before the second half of the words in his throat could be squeezed out while looking at the moon scene, he was interrupted by Jiraiya.

"No matter when the time comes, it won't be your turn as a child to care about this matter. You are still too young."

Jiraiya first rejected Mochizuki Jingshi's concern, and then said: "I'm not so low that I need to be comforted by others. However, Mochizuki Jingshi, I have to ask you to write a mission report this time when I go back."

Seeing Jiraiya's sudden change in smile, he nodded heavily while looking at the moonscape.

At this time, on a certain island, Orochimaru turned on the lighting lights along the long corridor, then opened a hidden mechanism on the wall, and skillfully entered the pre-designed password.

Two seconds later.With a roar, the wall behind Orochimaru opened, shooting out a dazzling white light.

Orochimaru walked into the laboratory, which was as bright as day, and came directly in front of a skinny experimental subject. He lifted the already crazy waste to the center of the laboratory and threw it casually on the ground.

He didn't have to worry about the incapacitated guy escaping, so he took out the scroll he had just vomited from his mouth, unfolded the scroll and placed it on the ground.

"I hope my prediction is correct," Orochimaru muttered to himself, then took out a ball of flesh and blood from a snake's mouth and smeared it on the center of the scroll.

"The art of psychics is the reincarnation of dirty earth."