Full-level account in Naruto

The setting sun is not as hot as the setting sun, nor is it as gentle as the rising sun.

Beneath him was the snow-white bed, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant. When he slowly closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to hear the scraping of the sparse leaves around him.

He habitually raised his body and stood upright, leaning on the bed with dull eyes.

pain

Heartbreaking pain

The bandages wrapped around him seemed to have been torn apart, with little bits of blood seeping through them.

It's flowing.

Heartbreaking pain filled his whole body, and a line of tears flowed in the air on his pale face.

There is no joy, anger, sorrow or joy on the distorted face. He is crying and laughing.

He seemed to want to swear something, his eyes were full of different colors, and the torn wounds infected the snow-white bed.

The air was filled with a long-lost familiar smell, and the smell of alcohol mixed with disinfectant flooded your taste buds, making you feel excited.

The two memories rotated like a movie, like the ancient projector, click, click.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly on his dull face: "My name is Orochimaru."

There is a different kind of hoarseness in the childish voice, and there is also a coldness that is unlovable.

It seemed that he was asking someone what it was, but his affirmative tone sounded like he was talking to himself, as if the whole person was out of tune with this world.

A trace of blood gushed out from the wound that accidentally opened, flowing along the bandages and linen clothes, and there was a cold kunai placed alone.

"Why does this flying knife look so familiar..."

Orochimaru wanted to reach out to touch but was stopped by the wounds involved in his body. He could only look at the unfamiliar and unfamiliar things in front of him from a distance.

Why is it so familiar that it is so easy to get away? It’s like there are gaps in the memory that cannot be completely remembered. It seems that one picture after another is constantly being exiled in the flickering cold light.

Little bits of darkness seemed to seep into the cold whitewashed walls around him, dissipating like a mist, and the whole room kept spinning, leaving only a pair of golden pupils in the end.

Suddenly, it was as if winter had arrived, the ice was bone-chilling, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by solemnity.

Could this be the legendary time travel and rebirth?

Orochimaru's face had already looked a little calm. After all, he had experienced it once before. He was familiar with the road. It was impossible to force time travel into an infinite flow.

The sight gradually darkens in an instant. It's just an illusion. It's like being in a secret room, and the calculation of time is even more cheap.

There was no sound and no wind. It seemed that all I could hear was my own pounding heartbeat and heavy breathing. The silence was frightening.

There was nothing in the dark vision, everything in front of him was blurry, and the pain in his body had long since disappeared, as if everything he had just experienced was an illusion.

"what"

Suddenly, Orochimaru felt a sharp sting in his mind, like thousands of steel needles moving through it, and a thin stream of sweat poured out from his forehead under his long black hair.

His face was as pale as ever, as if he had lost too much blood. His appearance began to gradually become distorted and hideous, and his purple magatama earrings were shaking.

The gentle sound of wind chimes nearby brought Orochimaru's thoughts back to reality, and the feeling of fatigue emerged again.

A new body, and in an infant state. The surrounding facilities look like they were a long time ago, and even the products of technology have not been discovered.

I don't know how long it took, but Orochimaru still didn't recover from that sluggish state. He just closed his eyes silently and felt something.

It seems that I had a dream, a very long dream, and I didn't wake up until now.

Everything he has experienced is so unbelievable, it is unimaginable that even Orochimaru's mind cannot withstand such a huge impact.

"There should be quite a few confusing things in this world."

I rubbed my swollen and sore eyes, as if this would make the world in front of me clearer.

The images flowing in his mind seemed to come to an abrupt end. What would be the so-called fate of the collision of two world views? Endless questions kept invading Orochimaru's mind.

Slowly closing his eyes, everything seemed to be dark again.

for a long time.

Orochimaru's body moved like a puppet, his mind seemed to be in chaos, and he didn't know what the missing thing was.

The scars on his body made Orochimaru's empty eyes shine with a ray of light, and the long-lost pain was infinitely magnified, so clear and kind.

This is not the first time Orochimaru wakes up. In his memory, it should be a lush forest, dragging his lifeless body numbly through the dark rainy night.

It was like the disrupted dominoes fell blindly and unconsciously at the entrance of Konoha's village due to inertia.

I vaguely remember that the broken blood vessels in the human body are so fragile, with bright red and cold stains all over the body, and that kind of deep despair and powerlessness, which may have been supported by an inexplicable obsession along the way.

This body reveres death, fears death

blah blah blah

The boundless raindrops melted into the earth together with the blood. The instinct in his throat wanted to speak, but under the influence of severe pain, the sound he made was just a whimper.

The guards in the two small pavilions seemed to have noticed him, and the last scene he saw was two people appearing in front of him instantly.

Just like the legendary teleportation without any warning, the green jacket stood in front of him in the rain.

No matter what the outcome is, your life should be in the other person's hands now.

But judging from the other person's panicked movements, you guessed that you must be someone with some status here. You could see the awe in the other person's eyes, even if the body was just that of a child.

Wake up and you're already here.

The forgotten pain instantly overwhelmed all my consciousness. I was too small and too weak to move even with a little strength. Qingqin could only open his eyes and look up at the sky at the four corners.

It seems that countless years have passed in the world after a natural disaster. There is an inexplicable familiarity between the unit and the world. Where does that true and joyful mood come from?

I turned my head and looked out the window. Birds were singing, flowers were fragrant, and birds were singing.

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The timeline of World War II may be slightly confusing, with thousands of theories and inferences.

But this is a problem that even Kishimoto has not thought of...

Well, I tried my best not to show the task age and time. If there are any serious mistakes, please correct them.