Yongye leaned against the stone wall opposite the Iron bars, hands in his pockets. He did not answer.
His gaze rested on Orochimaru's face for a moment, then shifted to Kimimaro. His expression turned faintly disgusted.
Orochimaru kept his eyes fixed on Yongye's face, the smile at his lips widening.
"Not telling me won't help. It has to be you! That Shisui brat is an idiot! Even if he sided with you, he'd never suddenly stab old Sarutobi in the back unless you did something to him."
He paused. His golden slit pupils contracted in the gloom, then slowly widened again, gleaming with curiosity and Avarice.
"What Ninjutsu did you use? Is your Mangekyō Sharingan's ability to alter someone else's will?"
Yongye answered with a question of his own. "You're a prisoner, yet you're still calmly prying into everything. Orochimaru, do you think I can't kill you?"
This time, Orochimaru merely smiled. He was proud of the Living Corpse Reincarnation he had painstakingly developed, and utterly confident in it.
If Uchiha Yongye thought he could kill him for good, he was dreaming!
Beside him, Kimimaro could not resist chiming in smugly.
"Lord Orochimaru has eternal life!"
"Uchiha Yongye, you can only enjoy your triumph for now!"
"In the end, Lord Orochimaru will be the victor!"
Yongye's gaze swept over Kimimaro's face without lingering, then returned to Orochimaru. His smile spread from his lips to the corners of his eyes, bright with mockery and contempt.
"You dare boast like that over a mere Living Corpse Reincarnation?"
"Orochimaru, you've spent so long holed up in a backwater like Otogakure that you've turned into a country bumpkin!"
Orochimaru's golden slit pupils snapped tight.
For an instant, they narrowed to lines thinner than a hair, then quickly widened again.
His pale, ugly face tightened