You Picked Up a Life, Roshi

At the most scorching moment of the standoff, Orochimaru arrived at a gallop.

Ōnoki and Uchiha Mai turned toward the east at the sound, only to see Orochimaru approaching at an unhurried pace in a kimono, the Kusanagi Sword at his waist.

Back in the day, Orochimaru had almost always worn Konoha's standard green flak jacket on the battlefield. It was only after learning that Uchiha Mai dressed flamboyantly for every mission that Orochimaru had an epiphany.

If you did not dress flamboyantly, how could you project the aura of an expert? Without that aura, where would fame come from? Without fame, how could you run for Hokage?

Life was a performance that did not end until death.

"My luck wasn't great. I didn't expect chasing Roshi to draw Ōnoki out."

Uchiha Mai spread his hands. I'm not taking the blame for this.

Orochimaru swept his gaze over the battlefield. It was obvious that Uchiha Mai and Ōnoki had already exchanged a few moves.

"Fortunately, I came after you as soon as I finished arranging matters with the troops."

Orochimaru gave Ōnoki a slight bow and politely asked, "Would you two mind adding me to this battle?"

Naturally, Ōnoki was unwilling, but Orochimaru had only asked for form's sake.

Could he win against two opponents? Ōnoki fell into thought.

Orochimaru did not appear to be at his peak, but using seventy or eighty percent of his strength would not be a problem. And that brat Uchiha Mai definitely had more cards up his sleeve.

He would still have a chance if he fought one against two, but he could no longer handle things as effortlessly as before.

More importantly, Ōnoki still needed to protect Roshi. As long as either of them could hold him off, the other would have a