Orochimaru was unwilling to leave his lab.
He was in the middle of a discovery, and his heavy dark circles couldn't hide his thirst for knowledge.
There was nothing more wonderful in this world than the miracle of life.
However, the lab's power went out, and Orochimaru wasn't very knowledgeable about electrical work.
Orochimaru thought Miki might not be very knowledgeable either, but he stubbornly fiddled with it for a while, only to find Miki's wiring too chaotic to understand.
He could only give up in frustration, quickly tidy up, and head out.
He casually splashed cold water on his face.
Following the Insects, he arrived at an open training ground in the Death Forest.
By this time, everyone had arrived; Orochimaru was the last to get there.
First Class and Second Class were present, along with an unfamiliar man.
Orochimaru glanced dismissively at White Fang.
White Fang scratched his head, thinking, this handsome and alluring girl is quite arrogant.
He didn't mind Orochimaru's attitude.
Then Orochimaru looked at Jiraiya, who had been beaten into a pig's head.
He couldn't help but chuckle, letting out a disdainful snort through his nostrils.
The sound was clear.
It was pure and delicate.
Jiraiya, however, was somewhat terrified, staring wide-eyed at Orochimaru, blood still trickling from his nostrils, his eyes full of disbelief.
Nothing else, it seemed his brother was gone.
He opened his mouth, but found he had nothing to say.
His gaze fixed on Orochimaru's chest.
It was even more impressive than Tsunade's.
Then his gaze moved upwards.
Why hadn't he noticed before, Orochimaru was truly beautiful.
A delicate, oval face with a hint of foxy charm, yet as alluring and dangerous as a venomous snake, heavy dark circles like smoky makeup, both cool and sassy and cold and glamorous, a head of long black hair, messy and split at the ends, draped over his shoulders.
Completely hitting the sweet spot of the 'older sister' type.
Jiraiya's breath hitched.
He had always thought Orochimaru was very cute; the sixteen-year-old boy hadn't fully matured yet, and was inherently a beautiful young man with a feminine handsomeness.
Now, it was even more fatal.
Jiraiya lowered his head, not daring to look further.
And Tsunade, staring intently at Orochimaru, looked at his face for a while, then her gaze shifted down to his chest, and then she looked at her own chest.
She silently clenched her small fists.
Miki, Naori, and Hitomi all scrutinized Orochimaru, then Hitomi and Naori both looked at Miki, their eyes asking.
Did you do this?
Miki shook her head.
This has nothing to do with me.
The training ground fell silent for a moment, the atmosphere thick with a strange awkwardness.
Orochimaru spoke, "What's wrong? No one's talking. Is there something for this gathering?"
"Orochimaru! You!" Tsunade was a little angry, but didn't finish her sentence.
Miki interrupted, "Orochimaru, don't you shower?"
He couldn't even bother to eat, let alone shower. What kind of shower? What better things could he do with that time?
You know I'm busy.
Orochimaru looked at Miki impatiently. Miki sighed and stepped forward, reaching out to adjust Orochimaru's clothing.
Orochimaru was stunned, somewhat unaccustomed to such intimate gestures.
"As a boy, you have to protect yourself."
Underneath, Orochimaru wore a translucent, thin black sheer fishnet innerwear.
Over it was a plain kimono.
Miki pulled the collar together, covering the exposed chest, and whispered, "Remember to take your medicine on time, otherwise, I can't save you."
Hearing this, Orochimaru's expression changed. He reached into his embrace; a full bottle of medicine was still in his pocket.
For a moment, Orochimaru was flustered, then forced himself to calm down.
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