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Orochimaru still remembers the first time he saw that boy named Didara.

The boy who was expelled from his own village sat alone in the middle of the empty hall, surrounded by countless tall figures made of clay.Their eyes were wide open, like protectors in fairy tales.

The child sat between them like this, pinching the thing in his hand with a focused expression, as if that was all the happiness of his existence.After a while, facing the light, he held up a delicate bird that he had made in his hand, and his face was just the bright smile of an ordinary child.

But that laughter echoed in this empty place, but it could only cast a desolation all over the place.

Didara didn't notice anything.He just took another piece of clay and turned it into what he wanted, continuing to smile with satisfaction.

As the sun sank into darkness, the child looked around him, and suddenly showed a contented and relieved expression. He gathered the things around his body with his hands, and then made a pillow-shaped thing out of clay.He lay down on it and slowly closed his eyes.

But he was soon awakened.

Orochimaru didn't hide his footsteps.He looked at the child who was staring at him like a small animal, his cold eyes were calm and emotionless. ——"That child's ability is very interesting, bring him back, Orochimaru, he will be our companion."

A cold, blood-colored lotus flower bloomed on his fingertips, and he saw the child's obsessed and fanatical eyes with hostility and reluctance.

A snake-like icy voice echoed in the hall.

"Defeat me, or, join Akatsuki."

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Orochimaru of the Wind Country looked tiredly at the person in front of him.

The man was eloquently eloquent, which made people impatient.

"Without the support of the Scarlet Sand Scorpion, even Akatsuki wouldn't be able to deal with so many people at the same time, right?"

The man laughed, "It's too late to find out it's a trap now."

Ignoring him, Orochimaru turned his head slightly, looked at the scorpion who was fighting between the puppet masters, "The play should be over."

"what."

The boy replied casually, lowering his eyes, "I'm tired of it too."

"Such a clumsy game, let's end it as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, the puppet masters surrounding the young man fell down instantly.

The gushing blood spilled all over the ground, the boy turned his face disinterestedly, and looked at the surrounded companions with interest, but he didn't intend to step forward to help.

"you!"

The man opened his eyes wide in horror, "This is..."

He reacted quickly and waved his arms like crazy, "Hurry up! Hurry up...kill them for me!"

"Tsk, Jue's information didn't say that there are so many trash here."

The red-haired boy hummed in a low voice, "A trap?"

More and more enemies formed an encirclement circle, but the two standing in the middle did not fluctuate at all.

They were not leaning against each other, nor were they in the habit of entrusting their backs to others.

"Who's coming?"

Orochimaru lowered his eyes.

"Hmph, I'm not interested in using my art on these bastards."

The red-haired boy stood with arms folded, but his eyes were dark and searching.

Orochimaru of the "Three Ninjas", who almost became the man of the Fourth Hokage, what kind of strength will he have?

The black-haired man turned his head, looked at the young man's eyes, and suddenly smiled lowly.In the slender golden eyes, a dark and evil light flashed.

An endless stream of enemies swarmed over, and the man stood there like this, with pale skin and black hair hanging straight down, like a ghost.

He spoke softly, with an indiscernibly hoarse and soft voice, "Only this time... Scorpion."

"Tsk,"

Scorpion lowered his eyes slightly.

I really want to... break his calm.The kind of fearlessness that seems to be born with him really wants to destroy people.

But the boy's mind was quickly drawn elsewhere.A small flame appeared in the palm of Orochimaru, and then the flame grew bigger and bigger, gradually covering the whole world...

Burning the world, there is nowhere to escape.

"Nine-tails-san, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Ma Lu withdrew his protruding hand bones, and picked up the little fox who was suddenly distracted.

"This guy Orochimaru..."

"Hey! It hurts! Let go, bastard!"

"Sorry Kyuubi-san! What's wrong with Orochimaru-sama, are you injured! He..."

Junmalu just relaxed a little, then picked up Kyuubi and shook it again.

"Hey……"

Kyuubi looked at the child's anxious eyes and was slightly taken aback.Something flashed in its eyes, but before Jun Malu took a closer look, it suddenly drew back its tail and hugged it tightly in its arms.

Kyuubi jumped down lightly, it turned around, and said in a sullen tone with a little impatience, "Don't worry, nothing happened, that guy..."

That guy was the one who successfully signed a contract with it.No, it was the bastard who signed a contract with him by despicable means!

Since it is a bastard, it stretched its waist, and its expression became more and more lazy, so there is no need to worry... At this level...

"That kind of guy, it's better to die!"

Its tone became more and more hazy, and after muttering something like this, it fell asleep with its tail in its arms.

"That's all right, Scorpion."

Orochimaru stood in the middle of an empty ground, turned his head and looked at the boy who didn't know what he was thinking.He raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was not a trace of blood stained on his whole body. There was a strange softness in that smile, which was indescribably strange and strange.

Really, too clean.Whether it's this person or this smile, it just makes people feel endlessly chill and dangerous.

This place, these people, seemed to have never existed in this world. They were just contaminated with a trace of that kind of flame, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, without even a trace.

It was erased for no reason.

Standing there, Scorpion saw a large piece of land sunken, forming a strange void.It was as if this person's flame understood the power of nothingness, and washed away all vitality, ambition, and hatred.

Is this the power of that person?

The red-haired boy turned around calmly, "Mission accomplished."

He is a puppet, he does not know hot and cold, has no sense of touch, no temperature, no pain, and does not tremble with excitement.There is no blood, no pulse, so what is this thing that is constantly surging in the body now?

By the way, he has a soul, that's his soul.

It clashed frantically, laughed, resented, and hissed in this icy body.

Inexhaustible power... He covered his face, but the eyes that were exposed were filled with dark things in the shadows.

"In this world, there really is nothing eternal. Whether it's human life, or puppets made. They, one day, will be destroyed without leaving a trace."

Then, leave him alone.

"Then, destroy everything."

The red-haired boy smiled, and gently stroked the ring on his hand, "Death is the real eternity."

Orochimaru watched the boy turn around, but suddenly raised his hand, and wiped the corner of his mouth which was blocked by the tall collar.

A smear of bright red appeared on the pale fingertips.

The black-haired man raised the corners of his lips, but there was endless mockery in that smile.

"The so-called... domain of gods?"