As Orochimaru walked toward him step by step, Mirai had no way to identify who he really was. He could tell that the man before him was not using the Transformation Technique; fundamentally, he was Orochimaru. Yet the aura he was giving off at this moment was absolutely not Orochimaru's.
Was Orochimaru strong? Mirai did not think so. He could only see Orochimaru as someone whose awareness was ahead of everyone else's, yet who was not acknowledged by them.
"Mirai Uchiha, right? Do you know? You are very outstanding. If you became my disciple, you would definitely become even more outstanding. But some of your clan's higher-ups do not see it that way. They actually do not want me to become your teacher," Orochimaru said slowly.
"Lord Orochimaru, I will certainly follow the arrangements of my clan." Mirai took a step back, while a kindly smile appeared on Orochimaru's face. "Really, what is so good about a clan? You are from a branch family. No matter what, the main family will never give you resources. Child, you must have worked especially hard to reach your current level of strength, right? Come, why not join me..." As Orochimaru spoke slowly, Mirai inexplicably felt a faint stir in his heart. A trembling sensation, like slight ripples, began spreading endlessly through his mind.
"Hiss..." Mirai sucked in a breath and abruptly leaped backward. At the same time, dozens of Shuriken flew from his hands. But how could those possibly injure Orochimaru?
Orochimaru merely shifted his body slightly before standing still again. The Shuriken had already passed through where he stood and flown behind him. However, Mirai had thrown them with a special technique. They twisted through the air in strange arcs before shooting back toward Orochimaru's body.
Orochimaru finally revealed a surprised expression.