Shards of broken glass had pierced Kabuto's right cheekbone.
Fine beads of blood seeped from the wound.
Mixed with the cold sweat running down his forehead, they flowed into his eyes, stinging painfully.
Kabuto no longer had the strength even to blink.
Orochimaru's hands, smeared with some unknown yellow-green slime, gripped his chin like iron pincers.
An intense, pungent smell of formaldehyde, mixed with the stench of dead rats, rushed straight to Kabuto's head.
It churned his stomach so badly that he nearly threw up the Military Ration Pill he had eaten for dinner.
"Cough, cough... Lord Orochimaru..."
Kabuto's throat rattled as he desperately craned his neck backward.
The soles of his shoes slipped in the pool of sticky snake saliva on the floor, producing an awful squeaking scrape.
"You... you have to hear my explanation..."
"An explanation?"
Orochimaru stuck out his grotesquely long tongue and licked his lips in a circle.
Leaving behind a glossy layer of saliva.
Orochimaru suddenly tightened his fingers.
With a crisp crack.
Kabuto's jaw was dislocated on the spot.
"Urgh—!"
The agonizing pain instantly sent tears streaming from Kabuto's eyes.
Drool ran uncontrollably down from his dislocated jaw, dripping onto his dark crimson robe and soaking out a broad dark stain.
His whole body trembled violently from the pain. Both hands clutched Orochimaru's arm desperately, but he could not pry it loose no matter what.
Kabuto could not understand.
He truly could not understand.
A proud and arrogant madman like Orochimaru, who could betray even the Leaf Village and kill his own teacher for immortality.
How could someone like that willingly wear Iwagakure's shabby vest and serve as a dog for some Uchiha brat?!
He forcibly shoved his dislocated jaw back into place, pain twisting his face into a grimace.
"Teacher... what... what kind