Moriyue's body kept twisting, flesh and blood reconstructing, separating, and reforming. He could barely adapt to this level of pain, and there was little expression on his face. Orochimaru truly deserved his reputation as a master of forbidden techniques. He had somehow caught Moriyue off guard without him even noticing; it was impossible to defend against.
"Looks like I'll have to be more vigilant from now on."
Shaking his head, Moriyue found that the changes in his body were not malignant. At first, it merely felt as though his body had undergone some strange alterations, but they did not seem to affect his everyday combat abilities.
Stretching lazily, Moriyue felt that Orochimaru's trap was nothing special. It had merely altered his flesh; such childish tricks were rather outdated against him.
"Hm? Why does my chest feel so heavy?"
Everything that had happened before was just Moriyue's inner monologue. When he truly examined the changes to his body, though, he felt rather... strange.
Two lumps of excess flesh had suddenly appeared on his once-muscular chest. They looked as though they would seriously hinder combat, to the point that Moriyue felt breathing had become much harder than usual.
His white hair, which had not been especially long before, had now grown all the way to his waist. His already well-maintained skin had become even softer and more supple, making people want to take a bite out of him at first glance.
Ajisai stared blankly, swallowed, and even began to stammer.
"M-Master? Y-you... you look..."
Ajisai pointed at Moriyue's body, her eyes full of disbelief.
Realizing something, Moriyue walked to the mirror with a dark expression. Sure enough, his appearance had become that of a woman.
Moriyue was a little surprised. Orochimaru's technique was not very successful, was it? If he... Wait...
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