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next morning

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The boundless rain beats the ground mercilessly, unlike a child whose mood changes and disappears in an instant.

The cloudy and uncertain sky is just like how it is in my heart now. The white music paper praises in a sublime tone, and is interspersed by an unknown white flower.

Orochimaru's pale hands trembled slightly. In this life, his parents, who had never met before, said goodbye.

Although I don’t know where this depressed mood comes from, it’s obvious...

The sky was about to turn white, and two figures stood there quietly on the slightly raised hillside. The contrast in height was obvious, and they did not hold up any rain gear and allowed themselves to be washed away by the heavy rain.

Konoha's Tomb of Heroes

It is the most sacred and mysterious place in the legend, and elegant and heroic hymns praise their lives.

Chuunin, jounin, so what?

The two tombstones standing quietly next to it remind me that these two lives have passed away quietly.

Orochimaru, who had long been accustomed to seeing life and death, still felt a little inexplicable. He couldn't explain the emotions, but they were not sad, angry, or scared.

Because he has witnessed too many separations of life and death, he has long withdrawn from the word numbness. Even the brothers who sleep in the same bed are just cold bones the next day.

But, what kind of emotion is this unconscious sobbing?

Does it come from that trace of connection in the bloodline?

I have never had a family or relatives, and I have never seen people who are closely related to each other. I have never experienced such feelings and grief.

Sarutobi Hiruzen was standing next to him, looking hesitant to speak, as if he didn't know what to say, and touched Orochimaru's head with his soft hands.

"Teacher, then" Orochimaru said subconsciously, but as if he discovered something was wrong, he thought for a moment and used Orochimaru's tone in his memory.

"Why do people die? Life is so fragile."

He muttered to himself in the pouring rain, but it was still extremely clear under the exaggeration of Sarutobi Hiruzen's chakra.

Why is it so fragile and insignificant...

Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at the tombstone, but he didn't know how to express it, how to explain life, and the meaning of his existence.

Everything should not have been exposed to Orochimaru at this age, but his age that was supposed to be carefree ended prematurely because of the war.

Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled and tried to calm down: "I don't know either, but Orochimaru, do you know that people will go to another world when they end."

"Although I don't know what that world is like, he does exist."

Sarutobi Hiruzen thought for a moment, seemed to think of something but hesitated to speak, and then looked at Orochimaru unbearably.

"Let me tell you a little secret. If you promise me not to tell it to the second person, I will tell you."

Orochimaru, who was in a daze, tilted his small head and seemed to be lost in memories. It seemed that this episode did not appear in his memory.

Moreover, it seems that Orochimaru's parents did not die so early.

As if he had discovered something in a daze, he was waiting for Sarutobi Hiruzen's next words, and there was a wonderful light in the corner of his eyes.

"Okay, sensei." Orochimaru responded in a low voice.

"The legendary god of the ninja world, Senju Hashirama-sama, the first Hokage of Konoha Hidden Village, once returned to Konoha silently."

"Maybe one day you will also meet your parents."

Hahahaha, Sarutobi Hiruzen suddenly laughed loudly and said slightly jokingly, but he saw a trace of heaviness in his cloudy eyes.

Captured by Orochimaru without reservation.

The first Hokage Senju Hashirama? It seems that Sarutobi Hiruzen has met him once when he was reincarnated in the dirt.

It was unimaginable that such important information would be revealed to him, even though his tone was joking.

Orochimaru asked, "Has the teacher met the First Hokage?"

The clear eyes were filled with that glimmer of hope, and the clear and immature voice of a child actually produced a timbre that could not be deceived.

Orochimaru just stared blankly, waiting.

He smiled easily: "Of course not. According to legend, only Hokage Tobirama-sama has seen it."

Sarutobi Hiruzen tried his best to keep a smile and a peaceful mood, and gently patted Orochimaru on the shoulder. At this moment, he was only in his early twenties and at the peak of his prime.

The frightening strength of Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage in Konoha, makes others only dare to play some tricks that cannot be revealed.

And what he has to deal with now is just the troubles of war, not facing them directly.

There is still a trace of expectation and curiosity about forbidden arts, which is why he talks so much to Orochimaru. In a few years, this curiosity will turn into awe.

Because at that time, he was Hokage.

These two short words carry an extremely heavy will and pressure, as if I have aged decades apart from the person I was a few years ago.

Orochimaru also knew very well and didn't ask any more questions, because it was meaningless. If he really understood it, he would probably know more than the teacher.

"Um"

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the still dark sky. On the small mound next to the tombstone, Orochimaru's senses clearly detected a rule similar to space.

A strong and mysterious aura, a white, thick and unknown object, crystal clear and can be broken by a blow.

There is even a faint scent of blood that is pulling invisibly, a warm and familiar smell.

"What is this?" Orochimaru said in a hoarse voice. His originally plain tone seemed to be choked by the exaggeration. This was an instinctive reaction from his original body.

Although the perception can be easily erased, Orochimaru did not do so, because sympathy or something, very simple, this is an emotion that has never been experienced before.

Sarutobi Hiruzen frowned and thought for a while: "It should be the skin that the White Snake retreated from, or it might have been destroyed by humans."

He stretched out his hand to take it and check it, but Orochimaru held it tightly in his hand. He looked blankly at the skin of a white snake that was no more than the size of a palm in his palm.

If I had come earlier, maybe I could have changed something, just like I have changed now, now.

Is it just because I know the vague future that I don't make changes according to the script? What's the point of that? Who am I and who can I be?

It seems that all this is being pushed by an invisible hand. I can't express the questions in my heart, even if no one believes me.

I can only silently experience everything that was so real, I laughed and cried, and I also left traces. The photos hanging on the tombstone are so dazzling.

The black and white picture forms a sharp contrast with the intimate relationship between the three people on the grass in the hanging hall at home, with their warm and bright smiles and the clear memories.

It dissipates like a bubble, retreats and never appears again.

"Well..." Sarutobi Hiruzen knelt down and hugged Orochimaru to his side.

"Actually, this is the first time I have seen this kind of thing. The skin shed by a newborn white snake is very rare."

He continued in a kind tone, seemingly a bit older: "Orochimaru, the skin of the white snake represents rebirth and luck."

Smiling slightly: "Look, isn't this what your parents gave you? Otherwise, how could such a precious thing appear here?"