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Chapter 807 White Fang and Snake (3)

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    Thirty-five years of Konoha.

    During World War II.

    A dimly lit battlefield camp.

    Orochimaru, Jiraiya and Tsunade, who have just emerged in the ninja world, all gathered here.

    Tsunade hurried over, her clothes were soaked, and she was breathing heavily. She seemed to want to enter a certain room, but was stopped by Jiraiya.

    Orochimaru's face was calm, and there was even a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

    It¡¯s pouring rain outside.

    "Tsunade, it's better not to go in and look at the corpse." Jiraiya whispered.

    But Orochimaru sneered: "What's the point? I can't recognize him as his brother anyway."

    "Orochimaru! Just stop saying a few words, things are already like this!" Jiraiya shouted.

    "The corpse has long been beyond recognition. What we see now is just a re-arranged appearance. There are no doctors on the battlefield. Even if it is injured, it is difficult to treat. What's more, the injury is still like that. Even if you are present, you can't treat it, Tsuna  hand."

    Orochimaru looked at Tsunade coldly, his voice seemed a little cold.

    Tsunade took a step back, unable to speak.

    Orochimaru put his right hand into his arms, took out a green pendant, and whispered: "It's just that this is still too cruel for a child, especially a guy who just received a birthday gift and is full of passion.  .¡±

    Orochimaru handed the pendant to Tsunade and left immediately.

    It was still raining heavily outside, but Orochimaru didn't care at all.

    He raised his head slightly, his face soaked by the rain.

    There seemed to be water droplets falling from the corners of my eyes.

    I just don¡¯t know if they are tears or rain.

    Naoki, he is not only Tsunade's younger brother, but also Orochimaru's first disciple.

    Orochimaru loves this talented disciple very much.

    But now, it is a bit aggrieved that such a person should die like this.

    "Orochimaru."

    In the rain, someone shouted, and Orochimaru turned his head to look.

    In the rain, there is another familiar figure.

    Sakumo

    "What happened to the rope tree?" Sakumo asked worriedly.

    "Oh, just die. Even I can't survive if I fall into a trap like that, not to mention he is only twelve years old." Orochimaru sneered.

    Being accustomed to disguise, he did not show the slightest trace of sadness at this time.

    The rain wet his face, leaving no trace at all.

    Shuomao was shocked. Sure enough, this was the result.

    On the battlefield, even they cannot always protect a person's integrity.

    Just looking at Orochimaru's pretending to be strong, Sakumo sighed.

    "Orochimaru, just show your sadness, don't look like this."

    After spending more than ten years together, Sakumo naturally knows Orochimaru very well.

    With this look, you can really pretend as much as you want.

    The rain soaked Orochimaru's long hair. He lowered his head and the rain kept falling.

    "Sakumo what is the purpose of a ninja's life? Is such a sacrifice really necessary? Is life really so fragile?"

    Orochimaru kept asking questions, not knowing whether he was asking Sakumo or himself.

    "Orochimaru, in the ninja world, we can't help ourselves."

    "You can't help yourself? Hahaha, that's really sad." Orochimaru mocked.

    "Orochimaru, are you okay?" Sakumo said worriedly.

    Orochimaru shook his head and whispered: "Sakumo, I will definitely create that ninjutsu that can resurrect the dead, for sure!"

    That tone was full of determination.

    Sakumo was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene when the two met when they were children.

    At that time, I thought Orochimaru was just a child, but now he should have given up on it.

    But now it seems that is not the case.

    "Orochimaru, it's full of risks, and the sacrifice is too great." Sakumo persuaded.

    Orochimaru smiled and said: "Don't worry, Sakumo, there are a lot of materials for experiments in this era of war. I have collected many corpses of enemy ninjas, there will definitely be no problem."

    "When it comes to the soul, even if there are experimental materials, it will be quite harmful to oneself."

    "Sakumo, some things are impossible without sacrifice. I think you should know this better than me."

    After Orochimaru finished speaking, he left without looking back.

    The rain is still falling.

    Watching Orochimaru leave, Sakumo knew that he had changed.

    It has become different from before.

    "Orochimaru¡­¡­"

    Sakumo murmured softly, with an unknown emotion in his heart.

    This friend seems to have taken a different path.

    The Second World War is not over yet, and Konoha has not won the victory yet.

    But everything seems to have changed.

    Orochimaru became more indifferent and stayed in his laboratory when he had nothing to do.

    Sakumo hasn¡¯t seen him for a long time.

    During the days when the war was temporarily stable, Sakumo went to look for Orochimaru as before, but he was nowhere to be seen.

    Sakumo knew that Orochimaru was avoiding him.

    Because, he is the only one who knows his true thoughts.

    That is a path full of human distortions.

    Looking at Orochimaru's home from a distance, Sakumo finally sighed.

    Turning around and leaving, perhaps, the two of them can never go back to the past.

    Inside the house, Orochimaru watched Sakumo leave silently, the light in his eyes dim and uncertain.

    "Sakumo, just wait, I will definitely succeed. I have obtained the second-generation master's art of reincarnation from dirty soil. As long as I know more about it, I will definitely be able to create a real art of immortality!"

    Orochimaru doesn¡¯t want to see Sakumo, and he doesn¡¯t dare to see him either.

    He was afraid that his friend would come to persuade him again.

    He was afraid of seeing his disappointed look.

    "Sakumo, I'm sorry."

    Thirty-seven years of Konoha.

    Sakumo disappeared for a year and finally returned.

    The Ayako he went to rescue did not come back, but what he brought back was a baby boy with the same silver-white hair.

    His name is Kakashi, he is his and her son.

    "Is Ayako dead?"

    Orochimaru muttered to himself, he was a little worried.

    How much that steely man likes Ayako, Orochimaru knows very well.

    But now, this woman is dead.

    That day, Orochimaru went to see Sakumo.

    The moment he saw Sakumo, Orochimaru was a little surprised.

    The man who used to be as sharp as a knife now looks like an ordinary person.

    He tempered his temper.

    He was taking care of the baby, with a smile and tears on his face.

    In a daze, Orochimaru remembered what Sakumo had said to him.

    Men are not allowed to cry.

    Orochimaru, who had never seen Sakumo cry before, was stunned.

    "Sakumo, do you believe that people can be resurrected after death?" Orochimaru asked quietly.

    "Orochimaru, Ayako is still alive in my heart. She will never die."

    When Sakumo said this, he looked at Orochimaru quietly, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

    It¡¯s just that Orochimaru didn¡¯t understand what that smile meant.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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