dark color

"resurrection?"

The god of death looked at him in surprise, and subconsciously said, "How can it be possible to spit out what you eat..."

Then in the next second, his expression changed to panic, and he tightly covered his mouth.

Orochimaru looked at him quietly, his eyes mocking and cold.There seemed to be endless black wings growing behind this man, and he had already raised a huge sickle in the dark.

【...Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill the god of death? 】The god's voice suddenly quieted down, no longer as anxious as before, but revealed a sense of coldness between the lines.

The black-haired man showed a slight smile, "Of course I don't know the consequences of killing a god...but I want to try."

He raised his head, but there was a strange smile in his usual cold eyes.He looked straight, as if he wanted to look through the layers of the sky, and kept looking at the god who had never shown his true face from the beginning.

Just thinking about such a thing as killing a god is enough to make him tremble with excitement from his soul.The emotion was so hot it couldn't be stopped.

【...Why do you have to do this. 】The god's voice turned cold, 【It's just a human being. ] "It's just a human being..."

Orochimaru repeated this sentence, and then lowered his head to look at the god of death again.

[Stop it, or the next punishment...you! 】The words of the gods stopped abruptly.

Death wailed terribly in a ball of flames.The black-haired man held a stunning blood-colored fire lotus in his palm, and outlined a contemptuous smile in the flickering orange light.

It's just a human being... that's true, but now he doesn't want to control his behavior.What would be the end of rebelling against the gods, what would be the end of rebelling against fate, he couldn't be more clear.But so what?

Orochimaru gently caressed his heart, where there was a warm thing entrenched and refused to stay away.It was amazing, this feeling of being warmed, as if something had melted into his blood, soothing him bit by bit.This warmth drives his limbs, drives his mind, and even drives his soul.

The dark-haired man's smile gradually became mocking.For the first time in this countless time, I felt an irresistible impulse, and it was actually in such a situation.

No, it's not impulsive.He was just tired, tired of always begging for mercy in front of that god like a dog, tired of always analyzing the pros and cons with a calm heart, tired of betrayal, tired of giving up.

This warmth filled him with a strange emotion, and he could no longer be his usual self.

Maybe he'll be mad with regret when he's sober, maybe he won't.But at this moment, a strange calm enveloped him.He smiled and calmly greeted such an ending.Be it stupid or unwilling, at least at this moment, he doesn't want to stop it.

If this time life comes from everyone, so what if it is returned to him?

[No. 211!You are crazy! 】The sound of the gods' exasperation came from the ear.

No. 211?Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and increased the flame in his hand with a smile.Gradually, the figure of the god of death began to become transparent, and one after another tiny balls of light floated out from his body, slowly illuminating the sky.They are flying around, emitting little bits and pieces of light, like twinkling stars, and like lights on the slightly shimmering lake.

Incredibly tender.

Orochimaru felt that his vision began to blur, like a very tired child, began to sink into a dark and sweet dreamland.

this is not right.He knew that the Mirror Flower and Water Moon in his hand began to tremble anxiously, and even felt faintly hot in his hand.

So warm, so soft, like a feather.Countless hands stretched out from the void, gently supporting his body.There are many people smiling around him.They floated in the air and chatted lightly, just watching from the side, and felt very happy.

His consciousness blurred a little bit, but he still saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed child smiling brightly at him.He said—"My life belongs to the village and my wife, but my life only belongs to..."

He wanted to say something, wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't.There was a smell of mud from the cold ground, and his back hurt from being hit. The red liquid snaked on the ground with a fishy smell, staining his clothes and his back. There was no feeling of warmth, just endless coldness. .

It was the blood of death.

The endless past echoed in his mind, and he tried his best to open his eyes, but lost his way in the phantom.Those pictures began to disappear little by little, and when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't catch a bit of its tail.

"Everyone..."

Opening and closing his palm weakly, he thought he understood the god's intention, but he couldn't resist and closed his eyes bit by bit.

If, if he had the power...

In the end, it's just darkness.

The black-haired man fell to the ground, and the fire lotus seemed to be suppressed by something, and after a few flashes, it had no choice but to disappear into the air.

A black crack suddenly appeared in mid-air, and those black shadows who were panicked and desperately trying to avoid screaming in the burning of the fire lotus trembled suddenly, and then scrambled to squeeze into the crack.

There seemed to be a mocking laugh in the sky.

【No. 211, you can't resist the gods, and you never will. 】

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"Hey, are you dead?"

The sound came from far to near, and the furry tail swept across the face, tingling with tingling.

Orochimaru suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the messy tail.

"Ow!"

Letting out a howl of a beast, Nine Tails turned around fiercely and opened his mouth to bite, but his whole body was mercilessly lifted upside down, "Bastard, I was almost killed by you before, and now I am kind enough to wake you up, you Is this how you treat contractors!"

"Killed?"

Orochimaru frowned, as if sorting out the chaotic memories in his mind.

"Don't tell me you don't know! Just because I signed a contract with you, I almost died with you! Miss me, the leader of the tailed beast..."

Orochimaru rubbed the center of his eyebrows with one hand, but covered its mouth with the other.Immediately his eyes cleared up, he was stunned for a moment, and said coldly, "Then why am I not dead?"

He looked at Kyuubi, "Are you alright?"

Kyuubi, who was struggling desperately, paused, "You...don't remember?"

Orochimaru frowned even tighter, "What should I remember?"

"Hey, your dear disciple gave up his life to save you, don't you have the slightest impression?"

Orochimaru glanced at it coldly, "When did I accept apprentices?"

Nine Tails was dumbfounded.

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"You mean, the Fourth Hokage gave up his life to save me, and then I want to kill the god of death and resurrect him?"

"Eh, that's it."

Kyuubi glanced at his indifferent expression, and moved his tail uncomfortably.

"Then I passed out and lost my memory."

"Ah."

"..."

"That...you don't have any ideas?"

Kyuubi asked cautiously, "You obviously still remember me, yourself and others, it's just..."

"It's just that the memory related to the wind is missing,"

Orochimaru's expression was still indifferent, he glanced coldly at the dried up blood on the ground, pure coldness in his golden eyes.

"Don't you want to get it back?"

"Do not want to."

When the man said this, there was absolutely no hesitation in his tone.

"Whatever the reason,"

He stood up and motioned for the little fox to jump on top of him, "It's too stupid to do that."

Confronting the gods when his strength is not enough, or killing the god of death for one person... Also, when he touched the still warm place on his chest, there was a calmness that could not be reflected in his golden eyes.

"Any factor that can affect me should... be erased."

"It's really heartless. He is the one who gave up his life to save you."

Kyuubi let out a malicious laugh.

"...that was just his choice, and I've forgotten it."

"Hmph, human!"

Orochimaru glanced at it, the cold gaze made Kyuubi shut up embarrassingly.The black-haired man stepped forward and walked towards the village.The cold evening wind blew the corners of his clothes, but his hands gradually clenched.

Even though he had forgotten everything, that warm feeling reminded him all the time.In his life and even in his blood, there is another person.

Also, who else could prevent him from killing the god of death and erase his memory?

Orochimaru raised the corners of his mouth, showing an infinitely mocking smile, he turned his face gloomily, and looked at the sky covered by layers of clouds.

If, if he had the power...

Suddenly, with a movement of his hand, a blood-red lotus flower jumped on it, burning coldly and quietly in the breeze.

Orochimaru looked at the bloody fire lotus almost fascinated, and there seemed to be something in the golden eyes that followed the flame.

He thought, he finally discovered the secret of the gods.