Wood Release's big hand suddenly shot up from the sand, like a giant python coming out of its hole, with a whistling sound that broke through the air, and accurately grasped Orochimaru's body.
The moment the hard wooden fingers tightened, Orochimaru's whole body froze, and cold sweat spewed out from every pore.
He could feel the amount of Chakra contained in the Wood Release, like a bottomless ocean, several times larger than any Chakra of Ninja he had ever seen.
It feels like an ant facing the entire Forest.
Hashirama is a little surprised.
They did not find Jiraiya, but they met Orochimaru walking alone in the desert when they first entered Land of Wind.
This pale-faced man was wrapped in a large cloak and was walking along the leeward side of the sand dunes. His steps were neither fast nor slow, as if he was avoiding something or looking for something.
Hashirama did not recognize the other party at first, but noticed something strange when he stepped forward to ask for directions. Then he took action boldly when Orochimaru was about to escape.
Orochimaru was shaking all over at this time.
He had a feeling that if he made any move in front of the man in front of him, he would definitely die miserably.
The suppressive force transmitted from that big Wood Release hand made it almost impossible to mobilize his Chakra, and his snake instinct screamed like crazy.
Dangerous, an absolute predator.
He couldn't even think of testing it, because the aura exuded by the other party was even more terrifying than Tailed Beast. The pressure from First Hokage and God of Shinobi reminded him of the huge statue standing in Valley of the End that he had seen from a distance when he was still at Land of Fire.
The opponent's momentum is higher than the statue!
Hiruzen Sarutobi walked out from behind Hashirama.
The little old man looked at his apprentice whose appearance had not changed and couldn't help but lament the injustice of time.
The teacher who is in his nineties looks like he is in his twenties or thirties, and the apprentice who is in his fifties or less than sixty looks like he is in his twenties or thirties, but he is almost dying of old age.
Hiruzen raised his hand and touched his wrinkled face, then looked at Hashirama's young and resolute face, and then looked at Orochimaru's pale and smooth face without even a single fine line, and felt a sour feeling in his heart.
Orochimaru has studied Forbidden Jutsu and transformed his body over the years, erasing all the traces left by the years.
And what about yourself?
Approving documents, holding meetings, and dealing with those troublesome things every day have turned an old face into a piece of dried orange peel.
"Teacher," Hiruzen Sarutobi explained to Hashirama, "This is my apprentice Orochimaru."
"I know," Hashirama said lightly. With a wave of his right hand, Wood Release let go of Orochimaru's big hand, and his five fingers spread out and turned into branches and retracted into the sand, "Otherwise I wouldn't have caught him."
Orochimaru fell to the sand, holding the hot sand with his hands and gasping for air.
The cloak Hood fell off during the struggle just now, revealing a pale and evil face.
He raised his head, his pair of Golden Snake Eyes squinted under the scorching sun, and he looked at Hashirama, then at Hiruzen Sarutobi, and the corners of his mouth curved into something that looked like a smile but not a smile.
"First Master," his voice was hoarse and elegant, like a snake licking in the air, "it turns out you are still alive. No wonder the Chakra I just felt was like this--"
"Where is Naruto?"
Hashirama interrupted him, not interested in listening to those compliments or tests.
Orochimaru's expression froze for a moment, then returned to his calm look.
He slowly stood up from the sand, patted the gravel on his cloak, and Golden Snake Eyes narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something interesting.
"I don't know," he spread his hands and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about what he had for lunch today, "He killed Kazekage, Sunagakure's son, and then kidnapped his daughter. Later, Kazekage Rasa's son, Gaara Tailed Beast Transformation, I ran away."
"Kid someone's daughter?"
Hashirama and Hiruzen looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's expressions.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's brows were knitted into a tight knot, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
Hashirama didn't change his expression at all, but there was a trace of confusion in his dark brown eyes.
Orochimaru added, "That little girl named Temari is really good-looking."
The desert wind blew sand between the three of them, lifting the hem of Orochimaru's cloak and blowing Hashirama's loose black hair.
After a short silence, Hashirama touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
"Young Naruto people, it is inevitable that they have admiration for beautiful women, but the method is wrong. I will educate him more later."
As for killing the leader of Sunagakure, there is nothing that can be done about it. The child was intercepted and suppressed by Sunagakure's people before, so it is normal to return him.
Sunagakure can no longer cause war.
But there is one thing that worries Hashirama more.
Hiruzen Sarutobi opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but closed it again.
Originally, he heard that Kazekage Rasa was killed and he still had a headache.
Kazekage, one of the shadows of Five Great Shinobi Villages was killed by Naruto?
If this spreads out, there will probably be huge waves between Sunagakure and Konoha.
But when he looked at the teacher's resolute and calm face, and those eyes that even Tailed Beast would shy away from, he suddenly no longer had a headache.
I have a teacher, what should I be afraid of?
Hiruzen Sarutobi straightened his back and raised his gray eyebrows slightly.
When my teacher was Shinobi World, where did the shadows from other villages get rich?
At that time, Hashirama Senju's name was the ceiling of Shinobi World. When he stamped his foot, the whole Shinobi World was shaken three times.
Sunagakure's Kazekage is dead, what's the big deal!
Konoha has First's purpose, let alone one Kazekage. Even if Five Great Shinobi Villages comes together, it's just a matter of Wood Release being a teacher.
"You still use the title of Shadow."
Compared with others, Hashirama obviously cares more about the title of Yiying.
He sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, and looked at the boundless yellow sand in the depths of Land of Wind, as if looking at something more distant through time.
Shadow, shadow Daimyo.
He rejected this title back then because the word "shadow" was too heavy.
A Ninja is supposed to be a shadow walking in the darkness, nameless, hidden, and unknown.
Or he is a chivalrous and righteous person among Jianghu.
After Ke Ying became a title, it became a kind of honor, a kind of power, and a symbol of status.
Ninja is supposed to protect people from the suffering of war, not become another layer of power structure under Daimyo.
A title that is too big will make people inflated.
Hashirama I think of those years, Madara, Valley of the End's battle, and countless people who died because of power and ambition.
He shook his head to drive these thoughts away from his mind.
Changing what has already happened is not easy.
"Let's go," he turned and walked towards the depths of the desert, his black hair fluttering in the wind and sand, and his coarse clothes looked particularly plain under the scorching sun, "Find that Kid named Naruto. I want to see what kind of person he is."
He is really looking forward to the moment of meeting Naruto.
At the same time, Naruto, who had almost exhausted food and water, came to his loyal Sunagakure and brought the news that Orochimaru had killed Rasa.