"Is Grandma asleep?!" Orochimaru had seen Mirai's actions just now, so he had made that guess.
Mirai nodded. Orochimaru was Orochimaru indeed—his intelligence was undoubtedly the highest among the Hokage. The former supervillain had seen through it at a glance.
"Life really is fragile!" Orochimaru sighed with deep emotion. This was the second time he had felt it so profoundly. The first had probably been when he lost his parents.
"Life is beautiful precisely because it is fragile, isn't it?" Mirai smiled. "Life is as splendid as summer flowers, and death as beautiful as autumn leaves. That is what we pursue," he said.
After hearing Mirai's words, Oromo's eyes lit up. "Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death as beautiful as autumn leaves? I never expected you to understand the meaning of life like that. If I hadn't known you all this time, Mirai, I'd even suspect you weren't a child," he said.
"That's called being precocious, isn't it?" Mirai laughed. He was quite satisfied with his little display just now. In front of what kind of person did he feel the greatest sense of accomplishment? Naturally, it was someone who had once put on an overwhelming display himself. Of course, Oromo had done quite well. Back then, he had resolved to enter Konoha alone and devise the plan to destroy it. The Fourth Kazekage and the Third Hokage had both died by his hand. Even forcing the young Sasuke into becoming his "disciple" had been his doing!
Showing off was Sasuke's talent, and Orochimaru had already inspired him in that regard.
"Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death as beautiful as autumn leaves. Mirai, I'll remember that. It really is interesting." Orochimaru smiled and left.
Seeing Oromo signal like that with his lips, Mirai sighed