Mingye stopped speaking abruptly, while tears had already streamed from Kabuto's eyes. As one of the most tragic characters in the manga, Kabuto's life had been utterly miserable. Some might disdain him, some might despise him, but it could not be denied that Kabuto truly was a pitiful existence. He had struggled and worked hard, yet reality had mercilessly crushed him, grinding his hopes and efforts into pieces that could never be reforged. Kabuto gave up—gave up hope, gave up despair. All he had left was effort, devoting his entire life to that pathetic yet laughable wish.
Helping every orphan—what a helpless and despairing thought that was. At least, when Mingye saw Kabuto's ending back then, he felt that this character had completely abandoned the thoughts in his heart, merely living as things came. Perhaps nothing else truly mattered that much to him anymore.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Kabuto quickly wiped away his tears. The fear in his heart had eased somewhat because of what the other man had said, and he spoke up to ask. Mingye shook his head, the pity in his expression making it clear that he only wanted to use Kabuto as one of his pieces. Why had Orochimaru trusted Kabuto so much in the manga? It was merely because Kabuto was his best backup vessel.
More importantly, a cunning rabbit had three burrows. There always had to be someone in the game who could serve as his backup for immortality. Kabuto had ambition, wishes, and even more methods. He would eventually touch the so-called forbidden zone, and that forbidden zone was precisely where Orochimaru could be revived. Orochimaru had never truly trusted Kabuto. From beginning to end, he had treated Kabuto as his storage room, the foundation for crafting his most perfect work.
Mingye spread