The guy named Dosu looked toward Sasuke with disdain in his eyes.
They weren't geniuses. On the contrary, the only reason they'd had the chance to become ninja was that Orochimaru had seen the desperate will to survive in their eyes.
People like them could become useful tools with just a little training, no matter what they faced.
Their attitude toward Orochimaru now was proof enough. And their eventual fates were just as miserable: when Orochimaru invaded Konoha, they became sacrifices for his Impure World Reincarnation. None of the three survived.
Sakon, in particular, had an intense hatred of geniuses. His childhood had been miserable. Once, he'd nearly been beaten to death over a piece of bread. It was the desperate look in his eyes as he refused to let go of the bread, even if it meant dying, that had moved Orochimaru and given him the chance to become a ninja.
Orochimaru had specially modified his hands, fitting them with two devices that could emit sound waves. This was the result of Orochimaru's human experimentation.
The process of modification was naturally excruciating. The ninja world had no such thing as an anesthetic needle—not outside a proper hospital, anyway. But was a place like Orochimaru's exactly what you'd call a proper hospital?
After enduring the initial pain and gaining great power, Sakon had come to see the hardships he'd suffered in an even harsher light. He especially despised so-called geniuses born into great clans. More than anything, he wanted to kill them all.
But ideals were lofty, while reality was harsh. Geniuses were called geniuses for a reason. Aside from being lucky, they trained far faster than ordinary people and were more likely to attract the attention of powerful figures. By comparison, people like Sakon were little more than rats