[Hokage] Scales

There was a dark color in my eyes. I blinked and raised my neck a little, only to realize that it was actually beige, but I just got too close.

There is only one person who can wear beige clothes.

The more dreams I have, the harder it is to get rid of the chaos. It took me a while to figure out the current state.

Orochimaru carried me like a dead body. My hips were stuck on his shoulders. The whole person was broken in half centered on the hip bone. The upper half was behind him and the lower half was in front of him. The pace is bumpy.

pace.

Visible through the knot of thick purple rope that Orochimaru used as a belt, his heels came into view alternately left and right.

Therefore, the snake tail of Orochimaru has been restored to its original shape.

I moved my lower body, no doubt, still the tail.

I guess changing back to human legs should have nothing to do with time, although I don’t know the time when Orochimaru regained the ability to walk, or how long I grew my tail after Orochimaru, but now my tail shows no sign of change, the original strands seemed to be connected to the bones As hot as I can remember.

The sudden two pats made me stiff. The place where he patted was converted to the position of the leg at the back of the thigh. In fact, when I woke up, I could feel his hands holding my tail all the time. It was just those two pats. Unlike the general ones that simply attract other people's attention, I'm not very good at describing them, it seems to have some kind of comforting meaning.

Before I could think about how to continue to be stiff or what, Da Shemaru suddenly stopped, let go of his hands, and exerted force on his shoulders. I was suspended in the air and then fell.

"You're slippery, don't move around."

Until he put me on the operating table next to the wall, I was still stiffer than a dead body just taken out of ice. I watched him pinch the scalpel before I relaxed—holding the scalpel ready to cut my big snake pill , the world is finally normal.

He was only interested in my tail this time, so I sat leaning against the wall.

I kept my eyes on Orochimaru’s golden pupils as usual when I was cut. He tilted his head to meet my gaze, paused for a few seconds, then turned around and fiddled with the shelf for a while. I vaguely saw him taking two or three packs of potions. , the rest of the movements were all blocked by the back.

When he faced me again, he held a half-filled syringe in his hand and lightly pressed it. A few drops of water dripped from the needle, which he knocked off with a snap of his fingers.

I thought it was some new drug that I wanted to test on my body, but when I cut the scales and embedded them in the flesh for the first time, I was surprised that it was an anesthetic.

I'm pretty sure the tail has a sense of touch and pain, and the level of tolerance is about the same as when it had two legs, but it didn't feel any pain when it was cut with the knife just now. Well, that's an exaggeration. It should be said that I need patience to show indifference below the value.

A ninja born without light must be resistant to medicine. After about four or 10 minutes, the medicine's effect faded, and I began to sweat coldly. Maybe it was my trembling that made the man immersed in the operation notice something strange. Orochimaru stopped the research process and glanced at me , put down the apparatus and pumped a whole tube of anesthetic into my arm.

After the injection, he held the scalpel again, and said softly: "That quarter of the medicine can make the physique type sleep for half a day, and it is completely metabolized in 10 minutes. Is it because of the current type? So? A dull training method? Bloodline?」

Counting from the period when I was an experimental subject, except for when he clearly called out his name, it made it difficult for me to judge whether he was talking to me, as if he was talking to me or talking to himself, if it was the former He didn't expect me to reply, because I would spend some time thinking about how to answer when I didn't understand, and whenever I choked out a few words, Orochimaru would have said the next sentence; It's time to talk to myself, but the content of the sentence doesn't look like it.

After being anesthetized, the usual need to fill the vision with golden eyes to endure the severe pain disappeared, but now staring at it, there is an indescribable anxiety.

He took a shallow breath and then let it out heavily, trying to expel the strange feeling together.

Orochimaru's subordinates kept moving, and the brows that were hidden behind the curtain raised their brows slightly, and even the broken hair on the brow bone moved accordingly, meeting the rest of the black silk that was hanging down his shoulders because he lowered his head .

"What? It still hurts?"

There is no subject, but I can tell that this sentence is asking me.

I replied quietly, "No."

He didn't ask any more questions, the sharp blade quickly cut my scales; occasionally picked up various injections on the shelf beside him; occasionally freed up his hands to perform ninjutsu; I only know one of them is used for hemostasis, and I can guess the effect after seeing it too many times.

It is rare to see in a century that I am not in the mood to bask in the sun, do not need to bear the pain and do not want to enter the subconscious mind. Instead, I focus on the naked flesh in the air. In fact, I am also full of curiosity about my tail.

Orochimaru is indeed experienced, and he cuts very skillfully. He cuts the knife perfectly along the junction of the scales. Not a single scale is broken, but the wound is not uneven, and the section is so smooth that no knife marks can be seen.

The tendons and bones I cut open with my own hands are not missing. The exposed section of the tail is not comparable to that of a human being. It is pink and white in color and has a somewhat transparent texture. Yes, maybe I have the lineage of bamboo fish by rough identification.

I touched the part covered by the scales, pressed it a little harder, and then did the same thing on the skin without scales. I couldn't figure out why except for the different touch.

The ribs are still there, and the pelvis is still there. It seems that only the lower part of the pelvis has changed a lot. Because of the angle, I can't see what the place where the wound reaches the bone looks like. Maybe there are two bones in the tail of the fish.

Orochimaru used a tool to open and fix the incision, changed the paper and pen to draw the internal structure, I looked at the paper from the side, it seemed to be a central bone, several rows of thinner ones were perpendicular to the central bone, and the overall shape was like a fish bone almost.

The missions of the dark ninja are all to kill people, there is no need to keep alive, and there is no need to ask for information. The difference between the missions is whether there are regulations on the method of death. The method of death includes but is not limited to the murder weapon, method, the way the corpse is presented, and the death of the mission target when it is discovered as soon as possible. Or wait as long as possible...etc.

I’ve heard people chatting in the village. Some villagers didn’t become ninjas because their drawing skills were too bad. It can be seen that people who can become ninjas must have at least a certain level of drawing, at least to the extent that ninjas who receive mission reports can understand.

I don't know how to draw. In my eyes, Orochimaru draws very well. Bones are bones, and muscles are muscles.

He added the last few strokes, entered the final step, removed the tools stuck on the wound, and used the powdered seal talisman ninjutsu one by one.

Because the cut is so good, if I don't look at the blood spots, it seems that the knife hasn't passed my tail.

The black-haired man picked up the only untouched injection on the tool tray, clamped the syringe with his index finger and middle finger, and lightly pressed the bottom of the plug with his thumb—the standard needle-down gesture—golden eyes caught my sight.

The thin, white lips were slightly parted, and the tone was coaxing, like a snake leading the cat forward with its quivering letter.

"Now, do you want to stay like this, or return to human legs?"

The author has something to say:

Kavinka is sour (kneeling

Hope it's over before fifteen!

Get a vaccination

I personally think the ending is not BE