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"What about Ziraiya, where did he go?"

Orochimaru glanced at him and asked coldly.

"Well, Teacher Jiraiya..."

The blond child looked away in embarrassment.

"...Forget it, anyway, where did you go to get the material again, hmph, irresponsible guy."

He snorted softly and asked, "Mission?"

"Ah, um."

Everyone scratched his head, carefully looked at his expression, and then showed a somewhat silly smile.Orochimaru-sensei, even though he has an impatient expression every time, he has never refused once.

Among the Sannin, Jiraiya accepted Namikaze as a disciple, and Tsunade also had a mute, but there were no students under the name of Orochimaru.It's not that he didn't see the disappointed face of the kid named Hongdou, but whether it's him now or the former Orochimaru, it's not a good thing to be their disciple, and why has he ever cared about other people's feelings?Since his future is destined to be full of twists and turns, why should more people be involved.Anyway, Orochimaru has always been indifferent and withdrawn, and it is not a strange thing to have no disciples.

However, that fellow Jiraiya seems to regard his place as a nursery school. When did their relationship get so good?

"what!"

The 10-year-old Naikaze suddenly let out a loud cry. He ran to Orochimaru's bed, lifted the quilt and touched it, "Sure enough! Teacher Orochimaru, you didn't rest last night!"

"How about breakfast?"

He looked at the cold and empty tabletop, showed such eyes as expected, and said loudly, "Mr. Oshemaru, how can you not sleep or eat breakfast!"

"It doesn't matter."

"How could it be okay!"

The child ran up to him, looked straight into his golden eyes, and didn't even flinch from his cold gaze, "Even if Sensei is a powerful ninja, it won't work if this continues!"

His usual gentle voice became a bit tough, and he didn't let go of the hem of his clothes.

Orochimaru frowned slightly, "I'm not that fragile yet, let go!"

The hand holding the hem of the clothes flinched slightly, but the child still said word by word, "I, no, I want it!"

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and looked straight at the stubborn child, those eyes as clear as the sky were staring at him motionless.

This child, even at this age, already possessed that unique and gentle temperament.However, things that are too beautiful will only make him feel irritable - that kind of pure beauty can only be compared to his already filthy soul.

The black-haired man was silent and didn't speak any more, but the breath around him cooled down a little bit. He pulled the child's hand away without saying a word, pushed the door and walked out.

Did not look at him again.

The child who was left behind raised his hand, then lowered his head slightly, and his gentle eyes dimmed.But this situation didn't last long, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face again.

A cold voice came from a distance, but it was inadvertently mixed with a touch of helplessness and softness, "I still haven't kept up, isn't it a mission?"

"Yes! Teacher Orochimaru!"

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The task this time was not difficult. For Minato and "Sannin" Orochimaru who are already Chunin, the A-level task is not difficult, but because of the long distance, it takes more time.

After finishing the target cleanly, Orochimaru wiped the blood off his face and turned around.That child had also defeated the surrounding enemies. Although there was still some apology in his gentle brows and eyes, judging from those fatal wounds, there was no hesitation at all.He stood there, looking back at him with a slight smile, no matter how much blood was stained, the child still gave the impression that it was clean and clear.

This child is much smarter and sadder than his teacher Zilaiyelai.

Orochimaru didn't say anything more, he lowered his eyes, "Let's go."

The jumping bonfire gave off a faint red light, which flickered on and off, dyeing the slightly pale face of the black-haired man with a thin layer of warm color.But this warmth could not enter those golden eyes. From the beginning to the end, those eyes were as cold and cruel as snakes, without a gleam of light.

"Teacher Orochimaru,"

The future Fourth Hokage came out of the tent wrapped in a thin blanket and sat beside him. Then he carefully observed his expression for a while, and then moved closer.

It wasn't until he felt the cold temperature passing through the blanket that Bo Fengju sighed contentedly and showed a childish smile.

Orochimaru turned his head and saw a face that was much more childish than he remembered, but in this same gentle smile, there was a little more foolishness and a little less melancholy.

He was silent for a while, and finally he still didn't open his mouth to chase away people. The child beside him will become Konoha's Hokage in the future, and then die for the village in the best years of his life.That smile will eventually be stained with some invisible sadness.

Seeing this, the rascal named The Stormy Man smiled even brighter. His blue eyes and dazzling blond hair seemed to be able to radiate light even in this dark night.He rubbed his feet hard, and then found a comfortable position to pounce on, "Mr. Oshemaru, you are such a gentle person."

The corner of Orochimaru's mouth twitched, regretting that he hadn't stopped this brat just now, the humble, gentle, tolerant, and polite Fourth Hokage was actually glib when he was young.What did that scum Jiraiya teach him...

"Jiraiya's new book, why hasn't it been published yet?"

"Ah, I know!"

A certain kid in a daze immediately replied flatteringly, "It's next month's NO.18! The leading actor..."

"..."

Someone who reacted immediately covered his mouth tightly, and began to move his butt in embarrassment.

Orochimaru stood up with a cold snort, his cold eyes swept over him.The black-haired man actually raised the corners of his lips slightly, bending into a malicious smile under the moonlight.

The pulsating flames gave this smile a bit of warmth, and those golden eyes were even more surprisingly bright against the surrounding darkness...

"Since you can't sleep, you should stay here forever."

"Ah... oh."

He answered in a daze, and for some reason, Bo Feng Jie Ren just felt that those cunning and careful thoughts in his mind had disappeared, leaving only a blank space, and he didn't even know what he said.

He just kept watching the man's back until he lifted the tent and disappeared from his sight.

"Pounding... Pounding..." The blond child stroked his heart and murmured, "It's so fast... Are you sick?"