Remnant bones

"Konoha raised the former 'Orochimaru', and now, the only connection I have with it is only this body... Now there is nothing left." Bending down, he picked up a piece of glass shards on the ground, The sharp corner cut his finger, and the thin wound was mixed with bright red blood drops.

Orochimaru just watched indifferently, allowing it to drip onto the ground, stirring up a small splash of water on the spilled transparent liquid: "The soul chose to betray, the body... this body, has long been not my own gone."

"Jun Mai..." Throwing the blood-stained glass shards in between, he turned his head and looked at me very calmly.Compared with the previous hatred and despair, there are more emptiness in the broken golden eyes, and the profundity that seems to penetrate people's hearts: "Losing is not terrible, what is terrible is that people rely too much on the happiness and satisfaction before losing."

"Why... life is always so fragile?" It seemed to be a sigh, but it was more like a question about the so-called "destiny" of fate.

If he hadn't been blinded by happiness at that time, wouldn't he have lost "him"?Is it possible to live a life in a small, cautious and peaceful way like ordinary people?Is it... What you get, you won't lose?

"Yes..." Involuntarily lowering my eyes slowly, I couldn't help feeling rather ironic: "Why..."

Why is life so fragile, but at that time, I couldn't even choose death... Or, why can someone wantonly play with the fate of others and call himself a "god"!But we can only become a clown in the hands of "God", who is allowed to fiddle with and make fun of!

Just because... "Too weak." The corners of her lips curled up coldly, the answer is actually that simple: "We are too weak."

This is a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the rule of the strong applies everywhere—even the "Konoha of Peace".

"Yes, it's too weak..." Orochimaru smiled, but there was a frightening coldness in his eyes, and there was no lack of agreement with my answer in the words: "Whether it is mental or physical, weak means that you can only be weak." So helpless to be slaughtered! It's like the third generation is always in front of me, promoting his extremely stupid "theory of love", saying that "love" can make people happy, and "love" can heal pain ...But if he is not strong enough! If he is not the 'ninjutsu professor'! If he is not Konoha's third Hokage! What is he?"

"Without strength, you can't protect your important things. Without strength, you can't take revenge like those who took everything from you. Without strength... In this world, without strength, you are nothing! Doll!" The dark golden arrogance that had just been extinguished was ignited again, mixed with the pursuit and longing for power and strength, brilliant... dazzling: "I want to learn all the ninjutsu in the world! I want to get a youth that will never age Flesh! I will be above everyone! At that time, no one will be able to destroy my things again! I will make those who took everything from me pay a price that they cannot repay!"

"Hehehe...hahahahahaha!!!" The suppressed low laugh gradually turned into a crazy laugh.Orochimaru's slightly thin body kept shaking, but it seemed more and more fragile and helpless.

Hoarse laughter, unusually piercing, as if to vent out all the hatred, anger, nostalgia, sadness...all in my heart.To my ears, it was more like a roar, like...crying.

No one understands his dream, no one agrees with his deeds, no one gives him support and encouragement... For many years, under the strange and disgusting eyes of everyone, he has grown step by step, step by step towards the goal that he has to take. into the dark abyss.Even if there was dependence and trust in the past, the despicableness and exclusion of human nature will still be smoothed away little by little, leaving an ugly and indelible scar.

Perhaps in the past, he grew up with difficulty relying on the support of three generations of "love" that he regarded as hypocritical.But the so-called "love" came too late, too late.It was as if he had fallen into a deep valley, and the rope thrown from the cliff was too far away from him...so far away that it couldn't even reach the edge.

Compared with never before, "hope" is so close to me, but separated by this distance...is the cruelest "reality".

The depth of love, the depth of hatred... people will not hate without reason, just like, people need reasons to live... and hate a person, a thing, a world also needs a reason.The deeper the hatred, it also represents the deeper... love.

People from the Yachi family are too good at disguising.They never reveal their deepest emotions, and even, they can lie to themselves.It's the same for Yakima Jiuyin, Yagi no Orochimaru... the same is true.

As early as a long time ago, their masks made everyone believe that they were real... So, betrayals and deceptions time after time have hurt them more and more deeply.

Often those who are more innocent and kind are the real perpetrators.

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Are you still in love with that Konoha... So, I can't forgive until now.I lowered my eyes, looking at the swaying back of Orochimaru, a touch of crystal clear, flickering in the faint fireflies.

In the past, I couldn't understand his feelings for Konoha, and his feelings of turning love into hatred...but now...a flash of Junmaro flashed in front of my eyes, always filled with a faint smile of satisfaction and happiness.I think, as Jun Mai, an older brother... I can understand.

Because of the fetters, because of the possession of happiness...so, it is even more unbearable to feel the feeling of losing.

Just like me, I obviously don't care about life and death, but I always work hard to solve this troublesome genetic disease.I can't bear to part with it, and I dare not imagine... the day when I lose Jun Ma Lu.

In order to see that smiling face, I will do whatever it takes to make him happy.

Therefore, I have countless ways to keep myself alive, but I never thought about using those imperfect methods on Jun Malu.

The art of reincarnation is becoming more and more mature. As long as I prepare properly, it is not difficult for me to confirm that the ceremony is 100% complete.But even though Orochimaru and I could do it, he couldn't.That is the spiritual level, a life-and-death struggle between devouring and being devoured!Jun Malu is strong enough, but not cruel enough.He can kill people for his own beliefs, but he can't strangle and devour the other party's soul and take the body as his own.

He is not suitable for the technique of reincarnation—and this is the simplest and most direct method, but it is also the least desirable one.

I couldn't bear to see in him any flaw that could be dangerous.Not to mention joking about his life... I'm not [-]% or [-]% sure, I'd rather let him choose his final ending.

Being alive doesn't necessarily mean happiness—this is the only thing I got from my last life.

I hope that the people I care about are happy... Although the goals of Dashewan and I are different, the means we use are exactly the same.

In essence, we are a kind of people, just like the judgment we made when we first met.Being able to walk shoulder to shoulder with each other is not a superior-subordinate relationship, not a master-slave relationship, but a two-way equality from the realization of the material form—a real "friend".

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The anger in his heart disappeared as early as the moment he opened his mouth.

It turned out that he would also be "scared"... He didn't want to face betrayal again, didn't want to be deceived again.

Turning around silently, leaning back to back with him.Feeling his momentary stiffness, the gradual cessation of trembling, and the sudden end of wild laughter... I just stood there, not exploring the expression on his face, not using those dry and crude words to give comfort, just relying on Standing, so quietly... Leaning.

It took a long time for the tense and stiff shoulders to relax slowly.The strength supporting the body is transmitted to me through the contact between back and back.It seems that the invisible heavy burden has finally found a willing and trustworthy object to bear together.

Even if it is, heavy is not something I can afford...but it is, my choice.

"Oshemaru..." Plain and natural, without a trace of affectation, I showed a faint smile that no one knows, and whispered like a self-talk: "I'm back." Just like I promised you at that time.

"Hmm..." With a familiar low smile of relief, Orochimaru responded softly.He knew... just like then, his chances of winning were within his grasp.

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——Outside the base, in the depths of the dense forest fifteen kilometers away——

The slender figure in a pure black cloak shuttled nimbly through the dense forest with terrifying speed.Even with a huge humanoid package on his back, it couldn't affect him in the slightest.Except for the rustling sound of the wind blowing past, there was no trace left behind, and the ghostly figure was elusive.

Not far away, a black-haired man leaning on a branch at the top of a big tree waved lazily, his voice was supposed to be clear and hoarse, but because of his temperament, it couldn't make people feel any abruptness: "Tooth, came back?"

His long black bangs covered most of his face, but the slightly raised corners of his lips showed that he was in a good mood.A simple kimono with silver and white manjusawa printed on a black background, with the silver-blue belt, outlines a slender and slightly thin perfect curve, only on the middle decorative flower rope, dotted with a touch of bright red.

"Hmm." A cold, deep male voice came from under the black cloak.

Standing beside the black-haired man, he put down the huge package on his shoulders, and was about to say something.A big white bony hand pulled the hood off his head before he could react.A head of silver half-length broken hair poured out.

"What are you doing?" There was no annoyance or confusion, but with a hint of helplessness, the silver-haired man was obviously used to the other party's bad habits.However, the fox mask exposed under the hood at this moment is enough to shock anyone who is familiar with Konoha.

It was a mask specially used by Konoha Anbe... However, although it could be seen that it was well maintained, it was still a little old.It's just its owner, which obviously has nothing to do with Konoha, or at least not now.

"That black hat doesn't suit you at all..." He wrapped his arms around the silver-haired man's waist, and the black-haired man hissed with a low smile, resting his head on the other's shoulder.Fingertips flicked the red string that fixed the mask, but he didn't untie it for a long time. He was obviously vicious, but he just harassed the other party tirelessly.

Behind the mask, there was a faint sigh.The silver-haired man chose to ignore it with experience, and went directly to the topic. Facing the familiar face exposed in the package, he said, "I got him, but why don't you go there yourself?" Obviously every once in a while, I couldn't help but watch from afar.

"Hehe... this is not good. I'm not good at infiltrating, and the tracks are too special. The little snake is not a simple little guy, let alone..." He deliberately aimed the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke, aiming at the most sensitive part of the other party. earlobe.Feeling that the tall and straight body in his arms couldn't help trembling instinctively, he continued with satisfaction: "The little white snake is even more difficult to deal with than the little snake... The time has not yet come."

"Then why are you taking his body out now? You Madara signaled that he won't be in danger in a short time." Without doubting the other party's evil intentions, the black-haired man couldn't help "redressing" the little snake.This will only exacerbate the conflict between him and Xiao, and it will intensify!

"This is a professional problem... Xiao Snake, he is too impatient." There have been mistakes in the research. With Xiao Snake's scientific research foundation, it is impossible to reverse the direction and it is too late.I can only wrong him, the true grandmaster-level ancestor, and go out in person...

"Always make preparations for him to clean up the mess first...Okay, now go home and clean up the grocery room! It's been a long time since I've had any activities...hehe." Feeling the body in his arms became hot, the black-haired man said If he didn't know, he just let go, raised the corner of his mouth viciously, picked up the person in the package with one hand, and jumped down the treetop.

"..." The silver-haired man with red ears sighed wordlessly, resisting the heat in his body, and followed.It seemed that their first destination was not the utility room, but...the bedroom.