Zetsu's secret surveillance and Orochimaru's tempting invitation

Gorō Satoru's Azure eyes flickered, a fleeting look of surprise hidden within.

Absolutely?

This is a ruthless character who only appears later in the original story.

Most of the shady conspiracies in the entire story were orchestrated by him.

There's no reason for this guy to be here.

It's not time for him to show his face yet.

As far as I can remember, he had absolutely nothing to do with the Chunin Exams.

Why did you suddenly appear? What are you trying to do?

Gorō Satoru mentally reviewed what had just happened, unsure whether Zetsu was targeting him or hadn't even looked in his direction.

I didn't do anything too outrageous.

He rested his chin on his fingers, pondered intently for a while, his gaze stretching out longer and deeper.

It seems that Uchiha Satoru's identity will have to be kept strictly confidential.

To avoid getting yourself into a mess that's hard to clean up.

That guy is too good at hiding; he gathers intelligence all over the world like it's nothing. Dealing with him won't be so easy.

This means we can't go back to the Uchiha either.

Even with Sasuke, we should avoid meeting as much as possible and sever all ties.

He had a vague premonition that this appearance was somehow connected to him.

Gorō Satoru secretly made plans in his mind.

On the other side.

Orochimaru's madness gradually subsided, and he calmed down.

He eyed the other living person still standing inside the barrier with a wary look.

"I never expected you to win in the end."

"You've disguised yourself and infiltrated Konoha, what are you planning to do now?"

With skills like that, no one would believe he's a Genin.

He infiltrated Konoha disguised as someone else; he must have had other plans.

They really hid it well.

To this day, no one knows what kind of medicine is in his stomach.

Ah, interesting.

I initially thought of him as a promising candidate.

It now appears that there's much more to it than that.

His talent and skills are practically identical to those of Uchiha Itachi back in the day.

In a few years, I'll probably be able to climb to that level.

That's really enviable.

Orochimaru stared at his two useless hands that couldn't form hand seals, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"The purpose, huh?" Gorō Satoru on his hand.

"Do you think I'd tell you something like that out loud?"

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Orochimaru and then over the group of Konoha Ninja standing nearby, their bodies tense.

I reckon it'll be a little difficult to get away later.

Just now, afraid of drawing too much attention, I didn't dare to use the less energy-consuming Cursed Energy. Instead, I kept squeezing out the little Chakra in my body, and released a lot of energy.

In addition, the opposing team consisted of the Second Hokage, Orochimaru, and the First Hokage's group.

Although the Third Hokage old man took most of the attacks.

But after all that, I was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Even he felt a little weak at this moment.

The Impure World Reincarnation technique is a forbidden art that completely shatters the balance.

Gorō Satoru lowered his eyelids, thinking quietly to himself.

He quietly shifted his muscles and adjusted his posture.

The figure beneath the black robe appeared completely unharmed from the earlier fight.

"Heh." Orochimaru chuckled, his voice low.

"Yes."

"However, it doesn't matter what your intentions are."

"I'm too lazy to care."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"But you'll have to get out of here eventually, won't you?"

"The area outside is completely surrounded by Konoha people. It won't be so easy for you to slip away unnoticed."

Even if you had the Flying Thunder God Technique at your fingertips, this situation would still leave you scrambling.

"They've figured out your every move, so you won't be facing off one-on-one anymore; they'll be swarming you."

At this point, an inscrutable expression appeared on Orochimaru's face.

"But it's okay, I can help you."

He grinned meaningfully, his eyes fixed intently on Gorō Satoru across from him.

This young man is skilled enough, but to be attacked like this, at his age, his Chakra and stamina must be running out.

Energy is something that doesn't recognize talent or anything like that; it can disappear in an instant, and you can't squeeze a single drop out of it.

If it exists, it exists; if it's gone, it's gone. It's that simple.

Orochimaru's golden eyes flickered thoughtfully twice.

"Pfft." A laugh escaped Gorō Satoru's lips.

His deep blue eyes were flat and cold, as if looking at people through a layer of ice, sweeping over Orochimaru without any warmth.

"Orochimaru, what are you talking about in your sleep?"

"Do you think I'm completely exhausted right now?"

"You even said the Flying Thunder God would be intercepted? Are you kidding me?"

The lazy air about Gorō Satoru vanished in the blink of an eye, and now, even Sannin, one of the Orochimaru, found him somewhat unfathomable.

Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed, and he sized up Gorō Satoru from head to toe for a long time.

Suddenly, a low laugh escaped his throat.

Hahahaha...

"So this is what you really look like when you peel off your skin."

"Interesting, fucking interesting."

"However, since you said you haven't reached that level yet, then..."

In that instant, Orochimaru's eyes suddenly turned into the kind of light that a beast would have, both venomous and sharp.

He stared intently at Gorō Satoru, his words laced with inquiry.

"Then why don't you attack me?"

"You know that old man, right? You even helped him out before. Don't you want to kill me to get revenge for him?"

Gorō Satoru?

Gorō Satoru looked at Orochimaru, who had just recovered from the frenzy of losing his arm, with a calm expression, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

As expected of Orochimaru, he snapped back to reality so quickly and isn't clinging to the past losses anymore.

"Why should I do that?" he asked casually.

"Which eye of yours saw that we're on good terms?"

"Didn't I make that clear from the beginning?"

At this point, Gorō Satoru's eyelids drooped, and the color beneath them darkened.

He had no reason to go and beat up Orochimaru.

It's not just that I can't keep up physically, but more importantly, it's unnecessary.

The Third Hokage himself personally let Orochimaru escape.

What's the point of him still pestering me?

The way they were releasing water just now was so Third Hokage, they practically shouted it out with a megaphone. He couldn't pretend he was blind.

Besides, his relationship with the old man wasn't that close.

I don't understand why this old guy has such strange expectations of him; in reality, he's not the kind of person the old man thinks he is at all.

All he wants to do all day is lazily lie around basking in the sun.

I have absolutely no interest in these trivial matters.

Gorō Satoru thought to himself, somewhat confused.

Orochimaru stared at Gorō Satoru, whose expression remained unchanged, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Has it really not reached its limit yet?

Could his foundation be that solid?

That said, what exactly is his connection with the Third Hokage?

Nemesis?

Or is there some relationship that can't be discussed openly?

How come this kid knows so much about the Impure World Reincarnation, and can even use the Flying Thunder God Technique so well?

A fourth-generation disciple?

Orochimaru pondered this for a long time, but he still couldn't find the right direction.

"Even ignoring that, it's true you might escape here, but what awaits you next is Konoha scattering its forces to hunt you down."

"You need to find a place that can shelter you from the wind and rain."

"Could your original village have handled this?"

"Does it still dare to let you cause trouble here?"

Even though that village had always lived a life of constant danger, and its inhabitants were mostly ronin and missing-nin.

But is this tiny, newly emerging place really prepared to go against a behemoth like Konoha?

At this point, Orochimaru gave a strange smile.

He raised his eyelids to look at Gorō Satoru opposite him and said indifferently.

"You'll need my help, Gorō Satoru."

Right now, only the Otogakure can give him a roof over his head to keep him dry.

As for whether Konoha would let him go, Orochimaru thought it was unlikely.

Although the young man surnamed Wu had helped Third Hokage in passing, the way he appeared was too bizarre.

Their motives are unclear, and just for that reason alone, the Konoha ninjas can't swallow it.

"That doesn't sound bad," Gorō Satoru, resting his chin on his elbow and seriously pondering it.

At this point, he still couldn't figure out whether that guy Jue was targeting him or simply didn't care.

Using Orochimaru's Otogakure as a cover is a viable strategy.

Besides, there are some things he also wants to get his hands on in Orochimaru's Laboratory.

Gorō Satoru was making up his mind about this.

Orochimaru noticed the slight softening on Gorō Satoru's face and his heart skipped a beat.

If that kid surnamed Wu really agrees, then he'll have gotten a windfall.

In this way, he could seize the opportunity to use Gorō Satoru's body as a vessel for himself.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru's Orochimaru shrank further.