【From the Snake】Go back and come

It was night, and Jiraiya brought two jugs of wine and came to the latest base of Orochimaru mentioned in the information.

Walking in the dimly lit and gloomy corridor, he met Sasuke head-on.

Uchiha's boy didn't intend to attack him, but asked the moment he saw him, "How is that guy?"

"Naruto is fine." Jiraiya answered the other party's question, still on guard, "You have also become stronger, brat."

"Are you looking for Orochimaru?" Sasuke's tone was cold and clear.

"Is that guy going to be reincarnated soon?" Ji Lai also answered the question.

"It has nothing to do with me." Sasuke's tone remained calm, "Help me tell that guy, I won't die until I see him again, until I actually confront him."

"Naruto won't know that I saw you, and he won't know my whereabouts tonight." Jilai also looked at the black-haired boy in front of him.

"Really?" Sasuke stared at Jiraiya's eyes for a while, and was silent for a while, "It's better like this." He walked past Jiraiya.

Orochimaru was very surprised by Jiraiya's sudden visit, but for some reason, his intuition told him that there was no danger, so he did not hesitate to be on guard, and reached out to take the jug of wine thrown to him by the other party.

Jilai also looked at Orochimaru and laughed at himself.

How interesting, I have to fight you when I am physically and mentally exhausted, but I don’t want to fight you when I am in my prime.

After taking a sip of wine, he spoke in a calm voice, as if he was telling someone else's story,

"I didn't have the courage to come before, and there is nothing special about coming today.

I just always wanted to say something to you. After all, it’s been decades, and I don’t know how many years are left before my deadline.

Orochimaru, I love you.

It has always been, probably since the first time we met as a kid.

Don't feel burdened or disgusted, I'm not here today to make you respond to me.

Just thought I should tell you and let you know I'm letting go.

You have been chasing after me all these years, and it has been decades. I started it, so I will draw the full stop by myself.

I'm going to take Naruto back to Konoha, if there is a chance, let's have a drink together. "

Jilai also smiled, his eyes met Dashewan's, and he found a place to sit down and drink on his own.

Oshemaru suddenly realized that the few times when Jiraiya met him, he always talked a lot, trying to persuade him, accusing him, or questioning him.

He then responded with sarcasm and mockery at those words.

But today's Jirai only confessed in a few words, followed by endless silence.

Facing Ziraiya like this, he felt that he was too poor to speak.

Everyone regards me as a traitor, but you still trust me and chase me.

I have been reincarnated several times, Tsunade develops the seal of a hundred heroes to preserve my youth, but you grow old alone without caring, and let your life go wild.

When facing you like this, what do you want me to do?

What am I going to say, Zi Lai Ye?

Mocking you old?teasing do you like me?Because of your giving up, are you a fool?Or promise you that we will meet again to talk and drink?

Although I said you were a stumbling block at that time, and later I spoke ill of you and confronted you, but when I faced you, I really couldn't lie as if nothing had happened.

Jiraiya, I won't lie to you.

Will conceal, will calculate, but will not lie.

Whether I said you were an idiot when I left, whether I saw your sword facing each other again, whether I said I would kill you, or whether I am drinking in the same room with you now, it is all true.

Call me cruel or vicious, I can only use the truth as a weapon to hurt you.

But today I suddenly don't want to hurt you like before.

because I also...

It was rare for Orochimaru to put away his ruthlessness, and took a sip of his drink, without saying a word for a long time.

Orochimaru finally sighed, "Jiraiya, you drank too much."

When I left, I never looked back, nor did I say goodbye.

I love you, but all I can say to you is that I love you.

People who easily say they love don't love them in their bones.

I won't tell you I love you until you say you like me too.

I won't ask you what kind of feelings you have for me, I'm afraid you will be shaken, and after decades, I will also be tired.

I actually want to bring your heart back, or let it be freed from that twisted paranoia.Otherwise, after so many years, I found you, and then the two of us fought desperately. If I lose, I will die in your hands. If you lose, I will tie you back, so why not?

It's ridiculous. Back then, I only wanted to give you a pair of earrings, and I gave away my heart as well.

The word love is too heavy and complicated. If you don't even like me, I'm afraid you will feel burdened by my love. It's better to be friends or enemies. These relationships are much more pure.

If you don't like me, I like you; if you like me, I love you.

I will always be deeper than you, so that when I let go, you will not be sad, and I will not regret it.

Love is originally a beautiful thing, and Zilai has always thought so, and he also wrote it in Heaven of Intimacy.

But when there is only one person in this love, it is a war.

The whole world came to fight him.

He is alone, and he is sure to lose.

After Jiraiya left, Orochimaru felt that the fit between the container and himself was getting worse day by day.

It's time to reincarnate, take Sharingan as your own, and Sasuke will be my container!

Orochimaru raised his hand and brushed his hair habitually, but touched the cold Gouyu earrings, he froze, and he called for a pocket.

"Du, listen carefully." He took off the earrings, and motioned for Dou to take them, "If I have an emergency... quietly go to Konoha and return this to Jiraiya."

"Master Orochimaru! You..."

"Just do it."

"……Yes."

The process of gambling and fighting is a life-and-death Shura field, and he lost to the Uchiha boy he cultivated by himself.

At the last moment of being swallowed by Sasuke, he saw an orange light flashing in the depths of Sasuke's dark pupils, which was as warm as the sun.

I see, is it the Nine-Tails Imp?

The figure of that person emerged in his mind, with dazzling white hair and a bright smile, but his back was as lonely as a Populus euphratica standing alone in the desert.

Is it too late now?

I lost this game.