Had it... been cut off? The words—"Then, organize the materials you need within these two days. I'll contact you in two days."—echoed in his mind as though they had sounded from the depths of his soul. A rare trace of hesitation appeared on Kabuto Yakushi's face.
An indescribable sense of uncertainty also rose in his heart.
To be honest, he had always harbored doubts about this matter—about helping this mysterious person.
Although he had already started doing things for him, and had been doing so for quite some time.
He was still hesitant, still unable to make up his mind about it.
After all, he was doing this behind Orochimaru's back. He was one of the people closest to Orochimaru. If he was discovered doing something like this right under Orochimaru's nose, then given Orochimaru's personality, his fate was easy to imagine.
Moreover, the reason he worked under Orochimaru was not entirely because he wanted to gain something from Orochimaru or his organization. More than that, it was because Orochimaru could give him the answer that troubled him most.
In a sense, Kabuto Yakushi had feelings for Orochimaru—an amalgamation of admiration, longing, dependence, respect, and even worship. It was not merely a superior-subordinate relationship or one based on mutual interests.
After serving as a spy for so many years, if it had only been about benefits, he had plenty of places where he could settle down.
Of all those places, the best was naturally Konoha. Though he had once seemingly been a prisoner of Sunagakure, he had grown up in Konoha. If he wanted to remain in Konoha, he could have done so easily. With some of Teacher Nonō's connections, coupled with his own abilities, as long as he put forth enough bargaining chips, he could have joined Konoha's intelligence