The ticket Tsunade had bought for Orochimaru was for a special seat: high up, with an excellent view, in a private box where no one would disturb him. The setting was superb.
Sitting in this premium seat, he listened to the heartfelt exchange between the man and woman below.
Orochimaru looked utterly bewildered.
Wait, wait, wait... hold on!
Was this really the love story of the Asura of the Ninja World and Princess Senju?
Whose horror story had he brought Papa Madara to see?
Wasn't art supposed to draw from life, yet rise above it?
Yet this play drew from life, but only the names matched reality. Everything else was a complete disaster.
It had successfully delighted the audience and disgusted Madara...
"Madara, I'm sorry. I can no longer stay by your side. May my love surround you forever, like the wind."
"Thank you, Yanbai. As long as I'm with you, my broken heart can find solace."
Listening to those horrifying lines,
Orochimaru felt as though an arrow had pierced his chest.
Wrong. Absolutely... definitely... completely wrong!
At that very moment, this was what played out in Orochimaru's mind: Yanbai, wearing a kindly smile on his beautiful face, said to Madara, "Madara, let me 'straighten you out.'" Then Madara Uchiha faced a massive slap from Yanbai's fair hand, blocked it with a cold smirk, and spat out a single word: "Scram..."
That was what Yanbai and Madara were really like, okay?
So when had Yanbai and Madara ever said anything like the lines that man and woman were exchanging onstage?
Orochimaru couldn't help turning toward Papa Madara beside him. Sure enough, Madara's expression was even darker than his.
Both Orochimaru and Madara Uchiha were doing their utmost to hold themselves back.
The play continued on the stage below.
"Madara~