[Hokage] Scales

The mallet of Tujue hit my back so hard that I staggered and almost fell off the chopsticks.

Also just barely.

Nao shook her head beside her, and put down the raised needle with regret.

After walking tremblingly with the rest of the chopsticks, when I turned around, the ground was clean and there was nothing, no chopsticks, no blood from the needle poked by a mistake just now, no meat scraped by Yao with a pocket to disturb me , but those wounds still remain on my body and have not disappeared.

"What the hell did you come in for, and you weren't hurt?"

He squatted with his hands stretched out on his knees. His posture was obviously ugly, but he felt chic when he swayed him like this.

"Mind training is also a kind of training. He Yu has nothing to do now. He can't escape, and he can't fight if he runs out. He doesn't know where he is. He can still think about training and he is very motivated."

While talking, Yao sat down next to Nao, and out of nowhere—since it was in my consciousness, of course it was because I wanted her to have it—he conjured up a whetstone, and brushed the blade of the axe .

Every time the ax blade slides from the bottom to the head of the stone, it emits a little spark, which illuminates a small area as large as a grain of rice and then disappears quickly, accompanied by a crisp sound, which is a bit harsh but makes me feel happy listening to it, not the one who can dance This kind of happiness is a state where the whole person becomes calm and feels that everything will go well.

Nao holds the sewing needle in his hand, pokes the flashing sparks with the tip of the sword, pokes - stop, pokes - pokes - stops, every poke is so fast that even the afterimage is invisible, momentarily If you don't stare at his movements carefully, you will think that he is just holding the needle in a daze, without the slightest sense that he has made several shots.

I sat opposite them, with my hands on my knees, the lower half of my face buried in my arms, and my whole body huddled together. This is the most reassuring posture for me.

Looking at Yao and Nao, the disfigured face and the flawless face; the short hair with messy scars and the smooth and smooth long hair; Two people, placed in the same picture, are extremely harmonious.

They each quietly repeated the work at hand, only the sound of sharpening the knife echoed.

Nao has always been famous for his quick and silent use of sewing needles. The sound will remind the target of the attack. Therefore, he has practiced the technique of using the knife with one hand without making the sound of piercing the air. He sensed movement.

The picture suddenly freezes, the ax stops at the lower end of the whetstone, the sewing needle is halfway extended, and even Mars freezes in the air, only half a finger away from the sewing needle.

The only movement in the stillness is their mouths, their voices overlapping, repeating a sentence.

"You should go."

×

I open my eyes.

The field of vision was shrouded in light blue, and the only light source in the dark cave was above my head, so weak that it seemed that it would go out in the next second.

My head was hanging slightly, so the first thing I saw was a pair of feet in ninja shoes.

Going up, there are bandages wrapped around the ankle to the calf, black cropped pants, and a piece of off-white fabric. I don't need to see the thick purple rope around the waist, and I know it's Orochimaru.

In fact, it can't be anyone else, because since I was brought to this unknown place, the only person I've seen is Orochimaru.

"People" refers to "living people", those half-dead soaked in jars like me, don't count.

Continuing to look in the direction, I met those dazzling golden pupils. Even through thick glass and colored liquid, the brilliance was not reduced by half. Not much, after all, the sun is on the skin, it is hot, isn't it?

The slender pupils stared straight at me, like a snake assessing how big its prey should open its mouth to swallow.

I don't know what he is looking at, his gaze is very fixed, different from the scrutiny of research, he just locks my gaze, and it won't lose a piece of meat when he is seen, even if it does lose a piece of meat, it's not a big deal, so I looked back intently.

Except that the cervical spine is straight so that I can look at Dashewan, my limbs are floating in the middle of the jar in a relaxed and drooping state. The skin and flesh that are usually tightly closed to cover the gills are fully opened, and the light blue liquid slowly enters the side of my neck. Fortunately, my hair is not long, so I can avoid the tragedy of clogging the drain hole.

Even if there is no strong water flow, it is not very comfortable for the eyeballs to directly touch the liquid, but I am reluctant to blink. The knife cuts off the nerve reflex and tightens the muscles in an awake state. I can resist it. This impulse is easy to suppress.

Orochimaru only appears occasionally, and I can't see his eyes all the time when he's around. It's rare to have a chance to be upright, and it's a little bit more to see.

Being in the dark for a long time, every light is so precious.

Orochimaru moved closer, his palm pressed against the glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be exploring something I didn't understand.

I tilted my head.

Subtle movements caused a violent flow of liquid, and the tingling sensation in the exposed eyeballs increased sharply. The too strong stimulation made the muscles in the corners of my eyes twitch. Immediately afterwards, something separated my eyeballs from the unknown liquid, but it did not block it. In my vision, I saw Orochimaru smiling, golden irises shining.

I wasn't too surprised when I was dragged out of the jar by arms that had turned into two snakes and lay wet on the operating table with the point of the knife going straight to my eyeball.

His hands clenched into fists, and the left field of vision was red at first and then completely black. It is not known whether it was caused by the loss of vision under the blade, or simply because of too much blood flow that tightly covered the pupil.

My eyes didn't move, I looked straight at the ceiling, so that Dashemaru could avoid him accidentally poking my left eye, which I might still be able to use. I used the corner of my eye to catch the fine golden light, and didn't try to hide the physiological reaction caused by the pain. If there is no point in pretending to be dead, why spend extra effort to suppress the instinct, the existence of the instinct has its own reason, it is the body's natural protection mechanism, although sometimes it will make us die faster.

Maybe it’s because I’ve shown the subject’s obedience many times, or maybe it’s because the eyes are so small that there’s not much room for research. Orochimaru quickly stopped this time, and took out a piece of gauze for the first time after cleaning up the experimental site, and pressed it on the area where I couldn’t see. The left eye, and then glued with two tapes crossed.

He laughed inexplicably, "It's quite obedient."

As he spoke, he patted the gauze.

I was in pain, but didn't move.

After waiting for a few seconds, I didn't wait for the snake body to be wound and carried after the usual experiment. I turned my head and looked over. Orochimaru made a ball of water and rubbed his hands in the air. He looked down at me, his pale face was stained with an ambiguous color by the light. The curvature of the lips has not disappeared.

"Go out and turn left into the third room."

A ball of fire the size of a palm replaced a ball of water and floated above his flattened hand.

He was standing next to the operating table, the small fireball was not far from me, it was warm, his eyes reflected the firelight, and the brilliance flowed.

Probably misled by my still inaction, Orochimaru added: "Your room."

Until he left, I was still thinking about what it means to give me a room. Well-behaved experimental subjects can have a little more freedom and more comfortable living conditions?

I continued to lie down for a while, until my nerves adapted to the constant pain signals from the wound, and the pain in my eyes became dull, then I sat up slowly, looked around the room, or the cave, and focused on the lab robe that Orochimaru had dropped , get up and put on.

I'm not used to not wearing clothes for so long.

Standing in front of the door for a few seconds, I covered the doorknob with my hand and pressed down.

It is still a dark corridor with a circular arc-shaped stone wall, and there are only one door every few meters. Judging from the psychic beast of Orochimaru, I guess it is a place where the snake's head hits the place where the room is needed. hole.

As for the missing rocks, maybe the burrowing snakes ate them?

Thinking contentedly, he turned left and counted to the third door, but the door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap.

I stretched out my right index finger and pushed away.

The room is pitch-black, with only a little glimmer of light shared by the corridor, which doesn't affect my ability to see clearly.

The space is not big, the toilet with the door open occupies a corner, a narrow single bed, a transparent glass tank about the size of the bed, and a passageway for one person to walk around.

Seeing the glass tank filled with the familiar light blue liquid, I felt tested.

Should I lie on the bed or enter the tank?