Tsunade's gaze swept past the crowd and fixed on the casino entrance.
Orochimaru walked slowly inside with Kabuto Yakushi.
A nauseating stench of blood spread through the air, accompanied by intense killing intent.
The noisy casino immediately fell silent.
The gamblers scrambled out, not even bothering to collect the chips on their tables.
Orochimaru laughed in a hoarse, cloying voice.
"Long time no see, Tsunade. You're still as lively as ever."
He raised his thickly bandaged arms and waved them in the air.
"The old man was ruthless. These hands of mine have suffered quite a bit."
"Life on the run certainly hasn't been easy."
Still nestled comfortably in Tsunade's arms, Son Goten immediately covered his nose.
"This perverted freak again?"
Goten looked at Orochimaru with utter disgust, his voice especially loud in the empty casino.
"Your wounds healed, so you dared to come wandering out again? That bloody stink on you is absolutely disgusting."
"Do you never bathe? You stink even worse than that idiot Naruto."
"Take one more step closer, and I'll snap those useless arms clean off and feed them to the dogs."
Orochimaru turned his gaze to Goten, his eyelids twitching twice uncontrollably.
How could I be this unlucky?
I've come so far from Konoha, and I still run into this unreasonable little freak.
Orochimaru felt a wave of apprehension.
Beside him, Kabuto Yakushi adjusted his reflective glasses and took half a step back.
Orochimaru quickly reined in his sinister aura.
"I've come with no ill intentions this time."
Orochimaru looked at Tsunade, his tone becoming surprisingly gentle.
"I only wanted to ask you a favor-to heal these ruined hands of mine."
Tsunade glared at him through gritted teeth.
"In your dreams!"
"You tried to kill the old man, and you still dare come to me