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"Orochimaru..."

Why is this name so familiar? It's wrong.

Black technology, forbidden arts, madman, life philosopher, society, my uncle, Orochimaru

This is Naruto

Orochimaru jumped up from the bed with inertia, but he tore the wound again. He who had never felt pain in decades was infinitely magnified at this moment.

The strong nerves clenched tightly and let out a cry.

"This clear feeling."

No, that's not the point. I came directly from the apocalypse to Hokage.

Can we still play like this?

The calm expression on Orochimaru's pale face finally changed, even though his long-term indifferent character disappeared at this moment.

Are you kidding me?

Just tell me why it sounds so familiar

Orochimaru, Naruto, Jiraiya the third generation

This is... a long, long time ago in that aquamarine galaxy, called manga and anime.

I still remember when I spread Orochimaru's will at the beginning of the end of the world:

"Living is meaningless, but if you live like this, you can discover interesting things."

"Things in the world are never satisfactory. They cannot always be glorious and perfect. There will always be cracks somewhere."

"Everyone is subject to change. If he hasn't changed, it can only be said that he is dead before he can change."

"The treaty is just a disguise to paralyze opponents. From now on, history will be rewritten."

"The prey always..."

I even deliberately wrote a book for Orochimaru, who is my idol.

"It's really..."

Hahahaha

Rao Ji, who had previously been indifferent and heartless, could not help but smile knowingly at this moment, so innocent and innocent.

Nakaji

It seems that some people sneered at this so-called quotation, thinking that it was just the child of a madman who has not grown up.

It seems that I saw someone in a desperate situation who believed in "Orochimaru"'s words and was filled with emotion.

A thousand interpretations have a thousand meanings. In fact, there is no right or wrong for a long time.

In the narrow mirror, the appearance of a four or five-year-old boy was reflected. With the remaining light of the setting sun, only a pale color could be seen on the quiet mirror surface.

The long golden pupils, the faint purple eye shadow that spreads to the wings of the nose, are not as strong as in the memory, and a few faint scars are looming on the pale skin.

The tips of his long black hair were stained with a few remaining leaves of weeds, and there were blue magatama-shaped earrings in his ears. Orochimaru looked at the reflection in the mirror in fascination.

for a long time

"It's been a long, long time. I really never thought that my former life mentor would be standing in front of me so alive."

The slightly hoarse voice echoed in the small space, as if talking to himself, with no one paying attention or responding.

He looked blankly at the familiar buildings outside the window. Such familiarity, longing and amiability were something he had never imagined in his youth.

When I was in school, I had countless fantasies about what it would be like to enter the world of Naruto.

During class, I brag with my classmates about the Samsara Eye, Flying Thunder God, Eight Door Dunjia, Grass Pheasant Sword...

I also imagined that the Rasengan Asuka would amaze everyone, that everyone in Konoha would be stunned, and that the battlefield would be soaked in blood.

The gaps left blank in the textbook are filled with densely detailed descriptions of various kunai shurikens, as well as ninja forehead protectors that seem to be dancing.

I also secretly hand-wrote a few fanfics and kept them secretly.

Now that we have really come to the world of Naruto, we can only be worthy of ourselves if we don't draw a perfect ending.

In the plot, will Orochimaru's parents' concern for Orochimaru be revealed? After all, I have never felt family affection.

There is no excessive record of this in the anime, it is just a shot.

And Jiraiya and Tsunade who get along day and night, hehe

Like a child who has found a favorite toy, a knowing smile appears on the corner of his mouth, innocent and romantic.

It's like the ice and snow are melting.

Click, the creaking wooden door was gently pushed open, and an ANBU ninja in casual clothes walked up to Orochimaru and whispered.

"Orochimaru, Sarutobi-sama has a lot to deal with today and doesn't have time to see you. Let me bring these things to you."

He took out two scrolls from behind and placed them on the table filled with flowers.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left as if the mission had been completed. When he turned around, he seemed to catch a glimpse of Orochimaru, who had a frozen smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I." He seemed to be hesitant to speak: "I can understand your mood, but this is war, it is inevitable."

"Yes, it is so fragile, and what we have to do and can only do is, and can only be."

It seemed to be a very meaningful sentence. After saying it, he jumped into the narrow corridor, seeming to comfort him. After all, he was Lord Sarutobi's disciple.

But my character doesn’t want to say anything more.

Orochimaru stared at the direction in which the ANBU ninja was leaving in a daze. At this moment, his soul was no longer that of a boy, but Aokiji, coupled with his little knowledge of the Naruto world line...

Even if his brain was dulled for a moment, he was brought back to reality.

Never met, never acquainted.

Ah

The corner of Orochimaru's mouth suddenly sneered: "I forgot, this seems to be a real world."

The expression on his face slowly converged like a stiffness, and his eyes were once again as empty as dead water, and his emotions were put away.

Maybe this is already a better result, Orochimaru smiled miserably.

Don't worry about your secret being revealed. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Even if you see it, nothing can be changed. Is it going to be life-threatening?

So what kind of mission is not life-threatening?

If you don't have it, you won't lose it.

Ok.

There are so many thoughts, but the accumulation of many years has suppressed everything and no longer thinks about it.

After carefully feeling this body with my senses, I can already see the essence of terrifying chakra flowing continuously in the body. Although I have not deliberately practiced it, my powerful talent allows the energy in this world to be contained here.

so called genius

It's just that at this moment, Orochimaru doesn't understand what this means. It's like seeing the sea for the first time. Although it feels very big and vast, it's just that.

Chakra that surpasses the tailed beasts

Yes, this is a real world. Everyone has their own thoughts and decisions, and who can change them?

Each of them is real, even every word, every action, no matter how small the world is, it cannot change the fact that living people really exist.

The clear touch caressed the bed which was not actually soft, but it felt indescribably comfortable, and the bustling birds chirping outside the window.

It's so real and familiar.

There was an inexplicable and strange arc on Orochimaru's pale face.

Naruto world, me.

coming.

I tried to think in another direction, but still instinctively shed a tear from the corner of my eye.

It seems that you are right. Life is not a bed of roses. There will always be new cracks somewhere.

The cold eyes seemed to tear everything apart.

In an attic somewhere in the center of Hokage Konoha, Sarutobi Hiruzen was flipping through something. His young and determined face was not as old and decayed as Orochimaru remembered it.

"Recent things have been really chaotic."

Even the dull Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but press the scroll hard on the table and gently rub his aching temples.

They are all marked with Konoha's urgent news, and the new results have begun to unfold, although Lord Tobirama has borne most of the pressure.

but...

Without thinking too much, Sarutobi Hiruzen looked into the distance and seemed to think of something.

"Orochimaru.."

This child has been very smart since he was a child and has his own firm ideas.

Could it be that he is so busy at work that he can't even meet a child...

How to say it.

He slowly put down the scroll in his hand and unconsciously picked up the pipe. His resolute face seemed a bit older, in the scenery of his prime.

He took out the white envelope from the desk drawer and remained silent for a long time.