As dusk fell over Sunagakure, a breeze swept through, bringing a hint of chill. Uzumaki Feng was pacing along the edge of the village, his gaze sharp as he warily watched his surroundings.
"Hmph, Orochimaru, what the hell happened to you? You got beaten up this badly by an old Hiruzen Sarutobi? Aren't you embarrassed? You're one of the legendary Sannin! One of the Shinobi World's three vices—gambling, women, and drugs—and the man known as the Shinobi World's poison!" Uzumaki Feng furrowed his brows, seeming a little exasperated by what he saw.
Orochimaru looked somewhat helpless. He raised his hands slightly, revealing the marks of the seal, and spoke with a hint of bitterness. "Feng, the Third Hokage is far stronger than you think. Don't underestimate him! My hands are sealed now, and all my research has been forced to a halt."
Uzumaki Feng sighed. "So, how exactly do you want me to help you?"
Orochimaru shook his head, a trace of helplessness and anxiety flashing in his eyes. "I don't know either. The only hope right now is to find Tsunade and have her treat me. But you know how strong-willed she is. She might not be willing to help me. I need your main body to go and persuade her in person."
Uzumaki Feng fell silent for a moment, his gaze deep as he seemed to ponder the matter.
"No. Tsunade just took office as the Fifth Hokage, and she's swamped with work. How could she possibly find the time to treat your hands? But... I can help you." His voice held a note of determination.
Orochimaru paused, then his eyes flickered with anticipation. "Feng, how do you plan to help me?"
Uzumaki Feng smiled faintly, perfectly at ease. "Actually, I know the Dead Demon Consuming Seal too.