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There are also three children who stay in Naruto's office, and they are also disciples of Feng Fengren, Uchiha Obito, Lin, and the future copy ninja Kakashi.

At this moment, Obito Uchiha still leaned most of his body on the Hokage table, arguing loudly, "Grandpa Hokage, leave this task to us, we are very good!"

Kakashi on the side looked at him indifferently, Lin looked at Obito and Kakashi in embarrassment, and stood aside in a daze.

Orochimaru glanced at the child with a cold expression, and suddenly remembered that this was probably the time when a task changed the fate of several people.The boy of the Uchiha family slept forever on the enemy's battlefield, but Kakashi gained the power of copying.But what did these things matter to him?After all, compared to a kid from the Uchiha family with little potential, those high-level Konoha would like to see a powerful copy ninja.

He walked forward in silence, and said in the eyes of the two who were in awe while the remaining one was scrutinizing, "Mr. Sarutobi."

"Ah, it's Orochimaru,"

The three generations who were in a state of desperation showed a loving smile when they saw their beloved disciple.He took out a stack of scrolls from the drawer, "Then, I leave these to you."

Orochimaru flipped through it a little, and found that there are many confidential things in it... this old man, trusting him is like trusting himself.

Orochimaru paused, then said, "Then, I'm leaving."

"Ah, by the way, there is one more thing."

Sandai unhurriedly took out his pipe, and said to the stopped human, "Ooshemaru, you are not too young, why don't you think about marriage?"

Uchiha Obito on the side spewed out a mouthful of water, "Get...married."

But the black-haired man didn't even change his expression. When he raised his head, he looked at the old man with concern and reluctance in his loving eyes, even with a little despair and pleading.

"Do not,"

He said quietly, "No need, there is no need to pass on this bloodline."

You... finally figured it out.Sandai looked at the child he was proud of, and felt his old heart throbbing.He watched him grow from a young and weak child to the outstanding ninja he is now.In his heart, he not only regarded him as his disciple, but also regarded him as his own child.But such a child is about to come to the end of his life because of the curse in his blood.He couldn't tell him such a cruel thing, but as expected, the clever boy had already learned about his fate from somewhere.Even so, in his more than [-] years of life, he has not shown the slightest sadness and despair... As a Hokage, he failed to give him a better childhood, and as a father, he could not save his child. Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at Orochimaru, at the child he had been raising by his side since he was two years old.Deep sorrow enveloped him, but he couldn't show the slightest bit.

He doesn't want the sad blood of Cao Zhi's family to continue to pass on, but at the same time he doesn't want Orochimaru to leave alone, there is no trace of existence in this world... That's all, this child can do whatever he wants Bar.

Sandai gently took down the pipe and exhaled a puff of heavy smoke. "...I see, you go."

Orochimaru stared silently for a while at this person who has always cared about him unconditionally and took care of him since more than 30 years ago, suddenly bent down and silently bowed to Sandai.And when he straightened up, he was that indifferent and cruel again, as if nothing could get into the big snake pill in his eyes.

He took a last look at the silent third generation and the three children who looked at him with surprised eyes, turned around, and left the stagnant hut with a firm step as if nothing could stop him.

#################### I saw Jieren and these children again half a month later.The third ninja war made his tasks not only dangerous but also complicated, and there were not many opportunities to meet each other.The trio turned into a duo. A few days ago, the child named Uchiha Obito gave his young life and turned it into a small line of text on the monument.The other two people looked a lot haggard, including their teacher, who was full of wind and wind, and his eyes, which were as bright as the sky without clouds, also dimmed.

Orochimaru looked at the silver-haired, indifferent boy who stubbornly covered one eye, and had no time to guess what his companion's death had brought to him. He just turned his head and stared at him with a slight expression of helplessness and The fragile wave is all human, "Everyone, you are their teacher."-So, the only person who can't show vulnerability too much is you.

"...I understand, Oshemaru-sensei."

The man who had grown into a young man was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his eyes.So Orochimaru couldn't see the bitterness in this person's eyes.

The passage of time has brought Bofengjuren more stability and maturity, but the tenderness in that heart has never changed.Perhaps he could ignore the death of the enemy, but the death of the disciple was the first deep scar carved on it.

##################### Orochimaru found all kinds of people in an izakaya.

That guy from Jiraiya came to his house in the middle of the night and cried that he couldn't find his child.Annoyed by him, he had no choice but to join the search team.Although they are not formal mentors and apprentices, when it comes to spending time together, he and that blond kid are no less than Zilai.

The blond young man sat there, raising a small wine glass to his lips from time to time, but his back was straight, without a trace of drunkenness.

His eyes were still clear, and when he saw Orochimaru, he just showed a gentle smile, "Mr. Orochimaru, are you here to drink too? It's really rare."

The dark-haired man looked at him without saying a word.

Everyone shook their heads, "Is the teacher here to look for me? But it's hard to come here, why don't you sit down and enjoy the moonlight together?"

He raised his head and stared at the full moon hanging in the sky, watching it emit a little bit of silver light, all falling on the man opposite him, making his face extraordinarily handsome, but that cold aura He is emphasizing again that this person does not even belong to his world.

All the people in the wind showed a slight smile, and looked at this person and his teacher obsessively.

Maybe the alcohol made him a little confused, otherwise how could he feel sad and hopeless in his heart while feeling happy and happy?