[Hokage] Scales

Ever since I woke up in Orochimaru's laboratory inexplicably, either being cut or soaked in various liquids, the sense of time has long been lost.

In the past, even if there was only darkness in life, either staying in the village or on the way to the mission or to the mission location, you can train and sleep, and you can live in a limited but at least more than one room size-this is a treatment that only recently, before it was the size of a jar ——Spatial activities, Kunai Qianben wants to practice what he wants to practice with various weapons, there are not many kinds of food, and it is better than living on those liquids with unknown uses. There are not many companions. At least someone communicates. One kind... In short, the boundary of "one day" is quite clear, waking up and going to sleep after activities is one day.

Here, I can only be in a daze, and I can't stand the daze so I go to find Suo and Yao, but it's a pity that staying there for a long time does not mean that the reality has passed for a long time, and in the end, I don't know how many days have passed outside.

Maybe I've been gone for months?

If you want to see people, if you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies, according to the rules of the village, I should now be registered as a rebel who kills on the spot.

No, before killing, I have to make sure that the ninja sword in my hand can return to the village intact.

As soon as I left Suao Yao, I couldn't sleep for a while and had nothing to do. When the door was opened, I immediately looked over.

"It seems that I am not wrong."

The sound of people arriving before the arrival, with a pleasant neutral voice, Dashemaru stood at the door, even though the face was blurred against the backlight, the pair of golden eyes were still amazingly bright, due to the lack of light in the room, the vertical pupils were wider and fatter than before, The trembling feeling of being stared at the prey is greatly reduced.

Orochimaru didn't give me any food before, and from time to time I was placed on the operating table for research inside and out. I was injured and my body recovered even more energy. I can live without starving to death thanks to the nutritional supplements of various liquids. As for relieving injuries, according to my evaluation during this period, the light blue liquid has the best curative effect.

The bed and the water tank seem to be one of the two, but considering the situation at the time, there was no water or food in the room, and I had just been poked several times in the eye, so I can only choose one. After all, no one likes to remain disabled if conditions permit. .

I propped up my body against the edge of the polished and smooth glass sheet. The lab coat left the light blue liquid and immediately stuck to the skin, using the added weight to show the sense of presence. Beads, the splashing water sprayed around the neck, itchy.

He looked down, commented on whether I used the lab coat, and approached me.

A few steps away, Orochimaru did not idle his hands, and made a very short seal, and the candle hanging on the wall that I ignored was lit at the end of the tail seal.

After he stood still, he was just a fist away from me, condescending, forcing me to look up at him.

The candle is brighter than when it was first lit, and it has the lighting intensity it should have, enough light to make the vertical pupil change back to the slender shape again.

The black-haired man bent down and raised his hand to reach my left eye. The gauze was removed the moment I chose to lie down in the water tank, leaving him unhindered.

His hair hangs down my face, thin and dense, weaving into a curtain, blocking my vision, all I can see is Orochimaru.

Even though the temperature of the wet skin is lower in the shady cave, when Orochimaru's fingers touch, I still want to tremble involuntarily. Of course, the habit of suppressing instincts developed through years of training is still there.

The fingertips touched the lid of my left eye, and circled around the eyes carefully, as if patrolling the territory.

I just realized that his fingers are warm compared to the low temperature I soaked for a long time, so what did I want to shake just now?

It's not because I'm afraid of pain, I don't even shake when I'm cut.

Touching the left eye, which is not satisfied with its fullness, slowly slid down, from the end of the eye, cheekbones, cheeks, to the chin. Orochimaru pinched my lower jaw, not very hard but with firm intentions to lift me up, I stretched from a sitting position to a kneeling position, with my head raised high, while he stood up straight.

The other hand caresses the side of my neck, gently rubbing back and forth between the gills that are no longer closed due to the elongated neck.

"There is no trace of splicing of genes, and there is no phenomenon of rejection of different species. After checking the information for nearly a hundred years, there is no similar limit of blood succession." Orochimaru's voice is softer and softer than his touch, as if whispering, and there is something hidden in it. There seems to be no temptation, "Tell me, what are you... what?"

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What am I... what?

I have been in the training camp for a long time, and the various exercises day after day make time no longer important. I can’t tell what happened in which year, month and day, but I know that I was not born in the training camp. of.

All memories start from the moment I first met the instructor, who only showed up once, and I will never forget the first thing he said, he said, kill the person next to you immediately.

The blood on my hands, my blood, other people's blood, was never really washed clean again.

Everything before that was worn down to only those mottled colors, and the gentle voice that must not belong to me. There is no formed outline in the picture, and the sound cannot form meaningful words.

What am I seeing?

Who is talking to me?

What kind of life have I had?

Countless problems turned into sharp kunai, piercing my skull one by one, piercing through the skull, piercing the meninges, until the soft brain was stirred vigorously, the pain was more severe than external physical damage or even the mental attack of illusion, so I could only Can stop thinking.

Orochimaru didn't get an answer—mainly because I didn't understand what kind of answer he wanted—and he wasn't angry, so he let me go and rubbed my head twice.

He left for a while, I don't know exactly how long, when there was a knock on the door.

I thought he was back again, but I didn't wait for anyone to come in. I dragged a long line of water-stained footsteps to open the door to check. There was no one outside the door, only a neat stack of clothes on the ground and a bowl of ramen with a lid.

The clothes are mine. The one I usually wear should be the one I was wearing when I was brought here. My mask is wrapped in the middle of the clothes. There is a crack that has been repaired, and it is perfectly mended. For years, I may not notice.

Without my knife.

I don't think there will be either. I'm surprised that the clothes are still there and folded and returned to me.

I haven't seen anyone else here, only Orochimaru, could it be that he folded it after washing it?

Also comes with takeaway food?

There is no doubt that he cooked it. The name of the shop is written on the bowl of ramen, Yile.

Go to the toilet to flush away the residual liquid, dry the body with fire attribute chakra, put on the long-lost ninja suit, and the sense of security returns a lot.

It would be even better if my knife was also there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the ramen noodles, strangely still keeping the heat just out of the pot, the hot steam rushes up, blurring the scene, although the difference between the dark cave wall before blurring and after blurring is only in the edge. Angular surfaces appear smoothed.

The hot air mixed with the smell of porpoise bones fumed my face, and water droplets soon condensed. I blinked, and the tiny water droplets accumulated on the eyelashes fell in response to the momentum, and a flower was formed in the thick soup, which looked like the muddy ground was dripped by rainwater. That puddle.

There is a problem right now, Orochimaru gave a bowl of noodles, but no chopsticks.

This is, another test?