The thirty-five years of Konoha.
During the Second Shinobi World War.
In a certain battlefield camp.
Orochimaru, Jiraiya and Tsunade, who were just beginning to become in the Shinobi World, gathered here.
Tsunade came in a hurry, her clothes were soaked, and she was panting heavily, and it seemed that she wanted to enter a certain room, but was stopped by Jiraiya.
Orochimaru's face was calm, and there was even a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
It was raining outside.
"Tsunade, you'd better not go in and see the body." Jiraiya whispered.
But Orochimaru said with a sneer: "What's wrong with it. She can't recognize it as her younger brother anyway."
"Orochimaru! How can you say such thing!" Jiraiya shouted angrily.
"The body has become completely unrecognizable. What I see now is just how it looked after being rearranged. There is no doctor on the battlefield. Not to mention for this kind of injury, even if you are present, you won't be able to treat it, Tsunade."
Orochimaru looked at Tsunade coldly, and his voice is a little cold.
Tsunade took a step back and couldn't say anything.
Orochimaru put his right hand into his arm sleeve, took out a green pendant, and then he said in a low voice: "It's just that this is too cruel for a child, especially a boy who has just received a birthday present." "
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, and the rain drenched his face.
There seemed to be drops of water falling from the corners of his eyes.
It's just that no one know if it was tears or rain.
Nawaki is not only Tsunade's younger brother, but also Orochimaru's first student.
Orochimaru is very fond of this genius disciple.
But now, it is a bit wrong for such a person to die like this.
"Orochimaru."
In the rain, someone shouted, and Orochimaru turned his head to look.
In the rain is another familiar figure.
Sakumo...
"What happened to Nawaki?" Sakumo asked worriedly.
"Oh, he died. Falling into such a trap, even I can't survive, not to mention a twelve years old boy like him." Orochimaru said with a sneer.
He was accustomed to disguise his emotion, and he did not show the slightest sadness at this time.
The rain wet his face, and there was no trace of tears on his face.
Sakumo was shocked, 'Sure enough, it's like that.'
In the battlefield, even they can't always protect the others.
After seeing Orochimaru's pretentious appearance, Sakumo sighed.
"Orochimaru, just show your sadness when you are sad. Don't be like this."
In the past ten years of getting along, Sakumo naturally knows Orochimaru very well.
He knew that Orochimaru is just pretending to be strong.
The rain dampened Orochimaru's long hair, he lowered his head and the rain continued to fall.
"Sakumo... what is the purpose of a Shinobi's life? Is such a sacrifice really necessary? Is life really that fragile?"
Orochimaru kept asking. It is unknown whether he was asking Sakumo or asking himself.
"Orochimaru, in the Shinobi World, we can't help ourselves."
"We can't help ourselves? Haha, it's really sad." Orochimaru said mockingly.
"Orochimaru, are you okay?" Sakumo asked worriedly.
Orochimaru shook his head and whispered: "Sakumo, I will definitely create that Ninjutsu that can resurrect the dead, definitely!"
His tone was full of firmness.
Hearing this, Sakumo was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene when the two met in childhood.
At that time, he thought that was just Orochimaru's childish words, and he would stop when facing difficulties.
But now, it seems that this is not the case.
"Orochimaru, it is full of risks, and the sacrifice is too great." Sakumo advised.
Orochimaru smiled and said: "Don't worry, Sakumo, there are a lot of materials for experiments in this warring times. I have collected many corpses of enemy Shinobi, so there will be absolutely no problem."
"If it is involving the soul, even if you use experimental material, it will do a lot of harm to yourself."
"Sakumo, some things are impossible without sacrifice. I believe you should know this better than me."
After Orochimaru finished speaking, he left without looking back.
The rain is still falling.
Seeing Orochimaru leave, Sakumo knew that he had changed.
He has become different from the past.
"Orochimaru..."
Sakumo murmured softly and his heart was filled with unknown emotion.
This friend of his seems to have embarked on a different path.
The Second Shinobi World War has not ended yet, and Konoha has not won yet.
But everything seems to have changed.
Orochimaru became more indifferent and stayed in his lab when he had nothing to do.
Sakumo hadn't seen him for a long time.
In the days when the war was temporarily stable, Sakumo went to find Orochimaru like before, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Sakumo knows that Orochimaru is hiding from him.
Because Sakumo is the only one who knows his true thoughts.
Looking at Orochimaru's house from a distance, Sakumo finally sighed.
Turning around and leave, perhaps, the two of them will never be able to return to the past.
Inside the house, Orochimaru silently watched Sakumo leave, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Sakumo, just wait, I will definitely succeed. I have already obtained Nidaime-sama's Edo Tensei. As long as I understand more about it, I will definitely be able to create the real art of longevity!"
Orochimaru didn't want to see Sakumo, nor did he dare to.
He is afraid that his friend would persuade him again.
He is afraid to see his disappointed eyes.
"Sakumo, I am sorry."
The thirty-seven years of Konoha.
Sakumo disappeared for a year and finally returned.
Ayako, who he went to rescue, did not come back, but he instead brought back a baby boy with the same silver-white hair as him.
His name is Kakashi, his and her son.
"Is Ayako dead?"
Orochimaru muttered to himself as he was a little worried.
Orochimaru knew very well how much that steel-like man liked Ayako.
But now, this woman is dead.
That day, Orochimaru went to find Sakumo.
The moment he saw Sakumo, Orochimaru was a little surprised.
The man who used to be as sharp as a sword now looks like an ordinary person.
He restrained his sharpness.
He is taking care of the baby, with smiles and tears on his face.
In a trance, 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 the dead can be resurrected?" Orochimaru asked quietly.
"Orochimaru, Ayako is still alive, living in my heart. She will never die."
When Sakumo said this, he quietly looked at Orochimaru, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
It's just that Orochimaru doesn't understand what that smile means.