[Hokage] Scales

I have never seen the sun.

No, I should have seen it. After all, I was not born in a training camp, and I have not always lived in darkness.

In the fragments of distant, fuzzy and broken memories, there is a faint light that is much brighter than the candles in the cave. Unlike the bright white moon that sometimes disappears during missions, the halo of the moon cannot spread across the entire sky.

In the picture, the warm light blue and the eye-opening white are staggered, occasionally there are some dark color blocks, but the overall brightness is very high, accompanied by a gentle voice, softly whispering in my ear say.

What the voice specifically said has dissipated over a long period of time, but I like to think back to these clips with only color blocks, because the voice is also there, and there is always a sense of peace of mind being protected when listening to it, and the sense of peace of mind is right. My life is a luxury, not every day.

The word "sun" will appear, which is the later stage of the training camp. Yao took the remaining 12 people including me to fight in the field, pointing at the moon and talking about how to judge the direction and other common sense that should be known for missions. For a moment, as if thinking about whether there is a need to speak the next words, I finally decided to teach the method of judging the direction during the day.

"The eye cannot look directly at the sun, so use the shadow."

I still remember her expression at that time, which was different from the previous classes. Later, when I thought about it, maybe it was because of the scriptures rather than my own experience. After all, my training camp is a ninja who specializes in night missions. It will be packed into an airtight box and let the transport companions carry it away.

As for why there is such a division of labor, no one has asked, we never ask questions, we only accept orders and execute them.

Probably because even the instructors don’t know anything about the sun, I’m curious about the sun, but it’s only limited to secretly guessing what the sun looks like in my mind. The only clue is Yao’s sentence that you can’t look directly. Even an ant crawling over the corner of the wall can clearly see the movement track of its six feet, which is a bit difficult for me to understand.

It wasn't until long after those eyes came into view that I realized why I couldn't look directly at them.

Because if you look at it for a long time, it will burn you, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, every minute and every inch cannot escape.

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I returned to reality from the trance that I had never experienced before, and the task represented mortality. The man saw my short-term sluggishness and laughed a few more times.

After returning to my senses, I can easily judge this person's identity from his appearance.

Long black hair, golden pupils, grayish-white complexion, eye color and a purple mark extending down the nose.

After graduating from the training camp, that is, after becoming a teacher, a list of those who were allowed to abandon the task during the mission was sent out. Orochimaru, Konoha Sannin, and the apprentices of the third generation of Hokage are one of them, and the ranking is not low.

Orochimaru seemed in a good mood, and stared at me for a few seconds, with the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and turned his head back to continue cutting.

Now that I was discovered, I no longer tried hard to hide my body's natural reaction to pain. Cold sweat kept coming out of my forehead. Instead, it became cold.

Just thought of finding the location of the weapon in order to fight back later, and then recalled the current situation - naked, no clue how he came to this place, the shackles of his head had just been let go, and he didn't observe at all environmental opportunities.

The ribs were stretched a little to accommodate the entry of the hand. I don't know if other people's internal organs have sensory nerves, but I know that Orochimaru is weighing my lungs with his hands, and his eyes are focused, as if evaluating whether it can be pulled out and sold for a good price.

I can see his eyes, of course, because I am still staring at his pair of golden pupils intently.

This pair of 'suns' is so beautiful, more beautiful than anything I have seen in my twenty years of life.

Maybe my knowledge is shallow. After all, I spent most of my life in the training camp. It’s only been five years since I left the training camp. I was on my way, even if I arrived at the destination, the scope of my activities was limited to the mission location within the distance that I could go back and forth that night, not to mention that I didn't have time for free activities, and the completion of the mission was equivalent to going back to the village.

However, I have a hunch that even if I leave here, I will never see anything more fascinating than Orochimaru's golden eyes. It is a huge vortex with unknown treasures hidden underneath. You know there are treasures there. It doesn't matter what it is specifically, because the 'unknown' makes people even more desperate, as long as they get close, they can no longer escape the restraint of the whirlpool.

And I... At least looking into the beautiful eyes seems to relieve the pain.

Orochiwan touched my lungs enough, moved to the kidneys, gallbladder and spleen, and then stopped. I wondered if my back was facing up, and the heart and stomach might not be able to avoid this.

He pulled his hand out and ran up my spine, leaving a sticky trail of wetness. I was surprised that I didn't feel numb from the pain, and I could distinguish touches softer than bugs docking, and those trivial sensations. .

His hand came to the side of my neck, close to the ear, the nose was already filled with bloody smell, and the approach of the bloody hand still brought a new round of strong smell, he stroked slowly and carefully, every time It stayed on my skin for a long time, as if I forgot that my back was open.

I should remember, but I just don’t care, anyway, it’s not that his back was cut open, I can only comfort myself that there is no reason for this cave, and let my bare back feel cold.

He touched it for a long time, back and forth, and then the corners of his lips suddenly deepened, and he was pressed down hard by his fingertips wrapped in a film.

He found what he was looking for.

"The successful product of the mermaid hybrid experiment? I didn't expect someone to do this kind of experiment, and it succeeded." Orochimaru said to himself, anyway, the object of the conversation will not be me, and his fingers are poking around my gills , and opened it to take a closer look, "There is no trace of surgery, extracting genetically fertilized eggs for cultivation? Species hybrid viviparous?"

He was too close, I couldn't roll my eyes to look at the 'sun', so I closed my eyes, trying to escape the pain that was exacerbated by the color contact lenses disappearing in front of my eyes.

The training I have received is very good to ensure that I can't faint from pain. Even if I can hide in the bottom layer of consciousness, there is still some existence in the shallow layer to ensure that I can grasp the situation when I come back. This is why I will be pulled back early by Orochimaru's laughter reason.

The scorching breath, which was different from the coldness on the outside, sprayed my neck, and suddenly there was a particularly prominent sticky touch, which slid on the edge of my everted gills.

It wasn't the blood that slipped through. Except for the blood that was still coming out from behind, the blood that was brought over by the Orochimaru should have condensed.

He opened his eyes again, just in time to watch Orochimaru's tongue with a particularly narrow tip retracted into his mouth, leaving a trace of blood on his pale lips, the oxidized and blackened blood was particularly conspicuous under the light of the fire.

He touched my body with blood, ran to touch my gills and wiped the blood on my neck, and then he licked it with his tongue...

It’s not the first time I’ve been arrested and tortured. Sometimes I went deep into the enemy’s camp deliberately, and sometimes I didn’t have enough strength. But I’ve never met such an executioner who has first-hand information.

Ninjas are very sensitive to sight, let alone a ninja of the level of Sannin. Orochimaru, who has been ignoring my gaze, finally looked at me again and looked at me. I can't guess what he is thinking now, it can't be with me Just as engrossed.

When he seemed to have made up his mind, he took back the scalpel from the mobile storage rack next to it. After I cut it several times, it was as bright as new, as clean as if it had just been unpacked.

I have to say that Orochimaru's knife is very good. It cuts the knife along the muscle line, separates the muscle bundles instead of cutting them, and stitches them back together to ensure the resilience of the ninja. After recovery, my actions will not be affected.

The premise is that 'well stitched back'.

Just now he was probably considering whether to sew me up or not. After some consideration, he chose the one that made me feel relieved.

Medicine powder, ninjutsu, surgery, I lay in the puddles of cold sweat, silently feeling the process of my internal organs being protected again by flesh and blood.

The author has something to say:

It hurts to a certain extent, and the hands and feet are really cold.

I used to ask people to poke the pimples on my face

It hurts me

Only then did I know what it means to sweat from pain...