"Good thing he could still drag his half-dead body back to camp. Not just anyone could do that."
The Three Sannin had not been in such a miserable state when they fought Hanzō, but they had been three people, while Hatake Sakumo had been alone.
Achieving that much was already quite impressive.
"Oh? Then it seemed I should congratulate him."
Orochimaru smiled playfully. When Jingyi handed him a glass tube, he could not help asking, "A new type of poison?"
"Yes."
Jingyi sat in a chair, rubbing his throbbing temples. Working during the day, getting off work at night, then being dragged away in the middle of the night to study Senjutsu was no easy life. Severely sleep-deprived, he was not in very good spirits.
"Not exactly new. It was extracted from Senior Sakumo's body and was related to Ibuse. Study it."
Less than twenty seconds after he finished speaking, Jingyi fell asleep.
Orochimaru looked up, puzzled. Had the work in the medical ward become this busy?
It did not seem like it.
"So the village's casualties were far greater than Konoha's?"
Having just arrived at camp, Chiyo needed to take control of everything there, as well as all intelligence from the battlefield.
Listening to her subordinate's report, Chiyo's brows nearly twisted together. So far, Sunagakure, Konoha, and Iwagakure had each deployed nearly a thousand shinobi to the Land of Rain.
Amid the chaotic battle between the factions, Sunagakure's casualty rate was far higher than Konoha's, something Chiyo did not want to see.
Setting aside the factor of being ambushed, their casualty rate in direct combat exceeded that of the other villages. What did that mean?
It meant the shinobi trained by Sunagakure were inferior to Konoha's shinobi.
How could Chiyo possibly be pleased?
Picking up the record scroll and