Feng Yao asked a few more questions, then entered Kimimaro's rest room with Orochimaru.
"Lord Feng Yao!"
"Lord Orochimaru!"
"Please let me help you. I've already been staying here for days!"
Kimimaro grew somewhat excited when he saw Feng Yao arrive.
He was desperate to help Feng Yao.
At this point, Kimimaro's bloodline disease had yet to manifest.
He only felt occasional pain when using his ability, but Kimimaro had already grown used to it and thought it was normal.
So he did not understand: didn't they need his help?
Why had they made him lie here for days?
Feng Yao's gaze was somewhat complicated.
He had not told Kimimaro about his bloodline disease.
Rather than saying Kimimaro was loyal to him, it would be more accurate to say...
It would be more accurate to say that Kimimaro treated him as proof of his own existence, proof that he was not superfluous.
In the original story, Kimimaro had been the same way toward Orochimaru.
He had been treated as a tool since birth.
At an age when his worldview had yet to form, he had been indoctrinated with the idea that he was a tool.
When the Kaguya Clan was wiped out, he suddenly lost his direction.
Simply put, he was lost, unsure of the meaning of his existence.
Even in Feng Yao's previous life, plenty of people in their twenties and thirties felt that way, let alone someone in his teens.
It might sound simple, but putting yourself in Kimimaro's shoes revealed just how hopeless it was.
Unless you were someone who had been reborn or reincarnated, anyone would have been brought down by it.
The fact that Kimimaro had not gone insane was already pretty damn impressive.
But Kimimaro was merely a microcosm of the Shinobi World.
After