"...Where is he?"
Almost on instinct, Sasuke had already drawn the White Light Chakra Sabre and gripped it as he angrily demanded an answer from the newcomer.
His Three-Tomoe Sharingan was already active, and he faced Orochimaru with unprecedented vigilance.
One look was enough for every sense in Sasuke's body to send him the same warning—
Danger. Danger. This man was extremely dangerous!
The man's eyes held a completely inhuman gaze. He was like a demonic serpent that had crawled up from the depths of hell, seeking to devour everything...
"Ah, at last we meet, Sasuke Uchiha!"
At the sight of Sasuke's Sharingan, a complicated, delighted look filled Orochimaru's eyes, and a moan escaped his mouth as though he had just reached climax.
He was as revolting as he was dangerous.
He knows me? He's here for me? Why? Because I'm an Uchiha?
Orochimaru's perverse reaction didn't shake Sasuke, but from the instant this man appeared, he felt as though needles were stabbing every inch of his body. That was killing intent condensed to its absolute limit.
He had experienced powerful killing intent many times before, but neither those idiots from the Akatsuki nor that group of Grass Ninja had come anywhere close to this level.
He had only experienced this kind of overwhelming presence once before—
When Kakashi had first tested them in actual combat.
"Oh? You can actually withstand it? Is that because you've experienced it before, or is it your natural talent? Ah, I can hardly wait to get to know you more intimately."
"I'll ask you again. Where is he!"
Ignoring that disgusting tone, Sasuke angrily demanded an answer again.
This time, Orochimaru simply smiled, then stepped aside and elegantly gestured behind him. "Your eyes should be able to see, shouldn't they?"
Without Orochimaru blocking his