[Hokage] Scales

I stared at the syringe in Dashemaru's hand, and a strange emotion surged up in my heart, which made me analyze for a while what words to use to express it, and it took me a while to dig out this emotion, which seemed to be called anger.

Realizing that I was angry, the dissatisfaction seemed to escalate in an instant, and the chest could not be squeezed, rushing into the head, which made me lose some reason to investigate the cause of this strange emotion, and lost the opportunity to calm down.

I suddenly stretched out my hand to snatch the syringe, thinking I was going very fast, but the moment my finger was about to touch the syringe, I couldn't get an inch.

My eyes couldn't even capture the afterimage, and the right hand that ended countless ninja lives had already stopped my movements—perhaps, this wasn't Sannin's true full strength.

I understand that there will only be one outcome in the fight between me and Orochimaru, but I didn't expect the gap to be so large, I couldn't see how he moved, and I didn't have to fight at all.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The strength to clamp my wrist was not strong, but the position of the pinch was very skillful, and it was impossible to break free.

He didn't remove my hand, nor did he remove the syringe, just keeping me in the posture of about to succeed.

The unhappiness in my heart increased again.

"So," he shook his head slightly, his black hair brushing against my outstretched fingertips, "how on earth did you manage to survive the dark training camp?"

The slight rubbing of the black hair was like a broom, instantly sweeping away the strange emotions stuck in his chest, it came and went strangely.

I hold back and the fingers return to a relaxed curl.

He still didn't let go of my hand.

His eyes moved to the grasped wrist, his pale knuckles seemed to rest there lightly, without any threat at all, but he didn't know that just one press could break my wrist bone.

Orochimaru suddenly stuffed the syringe into my hand, and played with my fingers intimately to let me hold the syringe with standard injection gestures, then leaned over, with his left hand behind me, and his right hand covering my hand with the same gesture. On the face, the face was very close, and the golden pupils that suddenly filled the field of vision reflected my wide-eyed eyes.

The vertical pupils stare at the prey closely, as if they are afraid that the prey will run away. Obviously, this distance should be dimmed due to the reduction of light, but I feel that his eyes are too bright to look directly at.

"Now that you have it, do you know what is the effect of the injection? How much do you need to use? Where should you inject it? Or..."

He moved a little closer, his forehead was almost touching mine, and when he spoke, I could see the sharper tongue hidden behind the teeth than ordinary people.

The word "said" dragged on for a long time, probably because the snake's letter would shake several times and was willing to take it back after it was stretched out, it took a long time before Orochimaru continued to complete the sentence: "You snatched it, so you want to stab me? "

Once again, I experienced the strength gap between Dashewan and Dashewan. After he finished speaking, he quickly pressed my hand down. The sharp needle pierced the scales, and the needle sank into the tail inch by inch until it reached the needle barrel. The side that is in contact with the needle is against the scales, and the pressure continues to increase as the medicine is pushed in. I suspect that if the scales are not hard enough, a circular mark can be pressed.

In fact, the effect of the anesthetic has not completely faded, and most of the field of vision is occupied by the face of Orochimaru. I can only describe the contact between the needle and the tail in my mind based on the passive movement of the wrapped hand. .

It is no surprise that I was familiar with the darkness when I was a test subject and became lesser after becoming an assistant, but it has been haunting frequently in recent days. My last consciousness is that my limp body fell forward and fell into the arms of Orochimaru.

The author has something to say:

I feel the first anniversary of the opening of the pit today

I decided to release my few archives to celebrate

Try to release the next chapter on the weekend (Wang Tian