Naruto held that shriveled apple.
He hadn't taken a bite.
He sat in the mud pit, his mouth hanging wide open, drool dripping down his chin onto his filthy jacket.
His eyes stared blankly.
"B-big bro..."
Naruto stammered, his voice shaking like a leaf.
"Is your palm... made of iron?"
Sen ignored him. Some splattered brain matter had stained his trouser leg, and it disgusted him.
He bent down and vigorously scraped his shoe sole against the bark of a nearby tree.
Scrrrk.
A strip of bark scraped off, exposing the pale wood beneath.
Whoosh-
An incredibly faint, icy gust of wind.
It suddenly blew out from deep within the woods.
It carried a thick, sickening stench of blood.
"Everyone from Konoha must die."
A pale youth in loose white clothing, with two red dots on his forehead, moved like a ghost.
He appeared atop the wooden barrel containing Sasuke.
Kimimaro.
The sharpest, most insane blade in Orochimaru's hands.
He didn't even glance at the two puddles of Sound Ninja pulp on the ground, not so much as a bone fragment left in them.
His lifeless eyes held only one thing.
The fanaticism to sacrifice everything for Orochimaru.
"No one may touch Lord Orochimaru's vessel."
Kimimaro's voice was as cold as ice striking the ground.
Rrrip-
The sound of tearing flesh set teeth on edge.
He actually.
Reached straight behind his back and forcibly tore out an enormous, deathly white, barbed bone whip from his spine!
Blood streamed down his back.
But he didn't even furrow his brow.
"Dance of the Clematis: Flower."
Kimimaro swung the bone whip with one hand.
It cracked through the air with a piercing bang, lunging at Sen's face like a white venomous dragon!
Sen sighed.
He didn't even take his hands out of his