A trace of thought flickered through his golden, serpentine eyes, and Orochimaru instinctively stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.
"That fellow Jiraiya has been looking for me for years. Why did he suddenly think of this method now?"
Something felt a little off. It seemed that whatever Jiraiya wanted to discuss this time probably wasn't about him.
"Then... is it about you?"
Orochimaru turned to look at the White Zetsu bouncing around over there and spoke softly.
"Huh? What, what? Is there a mission? Is there a reward?! I want intestines too!"
No. 5 ran over happily, crowded up in front of Orochimaru, and waved his white hands as he spoke.
"No, it's nothing. Go back to playing for now."
The corner of Orochimaru's mouth twitched, and he waved a hand, signaling for this White Zetsu to go play on his own.
"Oh, that's too bad."
No. 5 lowered his head in disappointment and returned to the White Zetsu Squad.
Orochimaru set down the paper in his hand and looked at the brightly lit ceiling. He closed his eyes and thought for a while before making his decision.
"I'll go take a look. Tsunade has become Hokage, after all."
He quickly formed hand seals, and a shadow clone appeared beside him.
Well, as a cautious man, Orochimaru never put himself in danger.
He chose to have his shadow clone talk to Jiraiya.
"By the way, have you still not found anything out about Amegakure?"
Orochimaru suddenly asked the White Zetsu roughhousing over there.
In an instant, their bodies went stiff. They shook their heads and stammered something about how it was a little dangerous over there and they couldn't go.
Both annoyed and amused, Orochimaru looked away.
*Honestly, "Madara," even if you're going to plant actors around me,