"You don't intend to kill us?"
Guren was equally astonished as she watched Seiya turn and leave.
From the conversation between Orochimaru and Seiya earlier, Guren could tell that there was quite a bit of bad blood between them.
That blond Konoha brat had looked as though he were facing his father's killer when he saw Lord Orochimaru, flying into a rage right on the spot.
And yet, as one of Orochimaru's subordinates, she was being let off so casually?
To be honest, Guren had thought she was certainly going to die. Before dying, she had only wanted to explain that Yukimaru was not Orochimaru's man and hope that Seiya would spare him.
Yet before she could even say anything, he had not only spared Yukimaru, but her as well?
"Kimimaro, you... I really don't understand it. When you were in dire straits, Orochimaru only took you in because he was interested in your bloodline limit.
He just fed you a little Chicken Soup for the Soul on the side. Was that really enough to make you so utterly devoted to him?"
The Three Konoha Sannin—yellow, gambling, and drugs—each had their own distinctive traits. Jiraiya was undoubtedly the best at taking disciples; nearly every student he taught became an extraordinary figure.
Orochimaru might have been awful at teaching disciples, but his personal charisma was genuinely incredible.
While that old Third Hokage still needed to brainwash the younger generation with the "Will of Fire," Orochimaru could already make gifted ninja meant to serve as Vessels willingly march to their deaths.
As for what made Tsunade distinctive? There was nothing much to say. After all, greatness needed no explanation.
War-torn ninja world orphans generally lacked affection. Orochimaru had merely exploited that weakness, and it just so happened that he gathered quite a