[Hokage] Scales

The odd jobs at the experimental base seem to have changed a bit, but it is difficult for me to list the differences one by one.

It may be that the provocation frequency of the experimental subjects has decreased, or it may be that the research period of Orochimaru in a specific theme area has been prolonged, or the air in the cave has been freshened up. These are my subjective feelings without a certain standard of measurement. But I just feel like there's a difference.

Clenching my fists and shuttling through the tunnel, I don’t know where Orochimaru got a new set of clothes that made me very uncomfortable to wear. It has nothing to do with the material, but the material is very suitable for me. The strange fabric wears it into the water tank and then comes out It's not wet, it's just the style... I believe that no matter which ninja is used to the knife and the fire, it will be wrong.

The jacket is similar to what I am used to wearing, and the details are probably in the style of Konoha, but the trousers are very different. The trousers that are too wide are blown by the wind brought by walking, and they fight from time to time, and even hit the closed door up, almost got caught.

Resisting the urge to tear out my new clothes—pants, to be precise—I searched for the scroll ordered by Orochimaru in the room dedicated to scrolls.

There are a lot of scrolls, and the shelves for the scrolls are also made very high, reaching the ceiling. Unfortunately, no matter how high it is, this place is also a secret experimental base. Some experimental subjects who are too tall have to walk with their heads down, so the shelves are dense and crowded. It is irregular and maze-like, and the passage only allows people to walk sideways.

I guess the width of the aisle is based on the width of Orochimaru’s sideways. It is very narrow. My stomach is not a problem, but my chest is. When I walk deep into the shelf group, I have to hunched over and put my chest in front of me to avoid some big and protruding ones. of scrolls are swept.

I don't know why I didn't move some of the scrolls to a room. Anyway, apart from the "waste" buried in the ground after the experiment failed, there are mostly empty rooms here.

As long as I turn another corner, I can get the target. I stopped suddenly, turned around and wanted to rush to the door, and didn't care how many scrolls I would knock off. However, the symptoms that made me change direction had spread into a fever that I have become accustomed to in recent months. Pain.

Everything happened very quickly, the eye level suddenly dropped to half of the original, and the sound of the scroll falling and the rack collapsing lasted for nearly a minute before it stopped. I flicked my tail to shake off the pieces of wood that were pressed on it, and stared blankly at the messy room I had made.

After being poked by Orochimaru, he opened his eyes. Before he had any feeling about the return of his feet, the two legs turned back into tails under the gaze of four eyes.

Orochimaru explained a lot of things, such as genetic instability, insufficient supply of chakra to maintain cells, meridian disorder, etc. I only understood the conclusion: the balance of hormones in the body, after the body adapts, I can think about changing the tail Just change the tail; if you want to change the legs, change the legs. Before that, the tail and legs of the fish will switch from time to time, irregularly. The time from the signs of the switch to the completion of the switch is very short. More practice may help you master the trick earlier.

The style of the trousers is also so wide for my little problem. My tail is worn on the left trouser leg, which is easy and unobstructed without tightness.

Silently recalling the physical changes during the transformation of the lower limbs, this is the so-called practice of Orochimaru, I hold back my energy and try to grasp the reappearance of the ethereal feeling.

10 minutes passed, as expected, the tail was still a tail, and there was no sign of "legs turning".

When I "learned" ninjutsu in the training camp, my comprehension was not so low. Even the Huodun, which is incompatible with my attributes, under the threat of my life, it is hard to imagine what I would be like if I made no progress for three months. The corpses at this stage probably only have dry bones left.

I suddenly grasped the key point - the threat of life, so I can't learn to switch freely between the tail and the human legs, is it because the environment is too careless?

I don’t know if the scroll that Orochimaru wanted fell near me, so I took a scroll at hand and looked at it—II Naruto Forbidden Art Volume [-]; another one—Taki Hidden Village Secret Technique; the third one—— Soul analysis.

There is actually a possibility. After all, I was almost there before I lost the ability to move. Anyway, I have nothing to do for a while. I continued to pull scrolls, spells, beliefs in the deep mountains, and species analysis on Turtle Island...

Generally, only escapism or confidential documents are stored in scrolls. The volume of scrolls is too large, and writing unimportant long articles into books will not take up space. I think many of these scrolls should be books, but Orochimaru uses scrolls. No wonder there are so many of them. enough to fill a room.

A tiny ray of light climbed up my tail, the door was opened, the light thread increased into pieces with the angle of the door, there was a movement of removing obstacles, and the black-haired man whom I despised for wasting space just cleared a path gracefully Walking up to me, he glanced down at me.

Based on my experience with him, this downcast look is saying, "How on earth did you survive the dark training camp?"

I didn't argue that if the shelf density is reduced or arranged neatly, I can use the blinking technique to get out in time if I see the door. If the mission fails, it is a failure, and the process is not important.

Maybe he is satisfied with his eyes, or he thinks he has said it too many times and is too lazy to say it again. After watching the chaos I caused, without saying a word, he took a few steps to pick up a scroll and threw it into my arms, bending over. picked me up.

Back in the laboratory, I put down the scroll when he passed the workbench without his signal, and he threw me into the large water tank that was in at the same time as the special clothes.

The more important rooms I'm in now—the experiment conducted by Orochimaru has one in each according to the classification method I can't figure out—there is a water tank, not limited to the one where I sleep.

Orochimaru opened the scroll, wrote and drew on another piece of paper, and occasionally used test tubes to mix this and that and then pour this.

The scroll themes that were scattered just now suddenly flashed through my mind one by one, as if forming an arrow pointing to a conclusion.

The conclusion is a bit strange, not to say that no one will study it, but I remember that Orochimaru is less than 30 years old, so it should not be the age of motivation.

I grabbed the edge of the water tank to prop up my upper body, lay on my stomach and asked Orochimaru who was looking over when I heard the sound.

"You study these things, do you want to live longer?"

He froze for a moment, put down the things in his hands, and stared at me with inquiring eyes.

One step, two steps, the water tank is not far from the workbench, he stood in front of me with a half-smile, his cold hand touched my neck, stuck my jaw and lifted me up a little, I don’t know if it’s a coincidence , his fingers on my gills.

Sannin, with a somewhat frightening aura, lowered his head slightly, his golden eyes sparkling, I don't know if I had an illusion, but he seemed a little excited.

"I want to live forever."