Orochimaru Comes to Deliver Medicine
Seeing that Koki was sobbing uncontrollably, Sakumo hurriedly picked Koki up and carefully placed him on the bed, afraid of hurting him.
Sakumo's gaze inadvertently swept over Itachi's Sharingan, those mysterious eyes seemingly containing boundless power.
He couldn't help but marvel inwardly: No wonder he's Koki's younger brother, possessing such powerful Sharingan at such a young age, he's just as outstanding as Koki!
"Don't cry. Look how beautiful Itachi's Sharingan. You should be happy for him," Sakumo gently comforted him.
He simply couldn't understand why Koki was so heartbroken.
In this ninja world where strength reigns supreme, possessing a powerful Sharingan is undoubtedly a huge advantage. Isn't that something to celebrate?
Koki hearing Sakumo's words, Mitsuki's crying grew even louder.
He had a thousand words he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to express them.
After all, Itachi was still there. How could he reveal that he came from another world, knew the future, and was aware that Itachi would fall ill, be beyond medical help, and live a miserable life?
At this moment, he could only let his tears express the Kunai in his heart.
Itachi, somewhat bewildered, hurriedly wiped the tears from Koki's face with his sleeve. His young face was full of seriousness as he said, "If you don't like them, brother, I won't want these eyes anymore!"
Upon hearing this, Koki's lingering sadness was instantly shattered, and she burst out laughing.
This silly little brother of mine, he's so silly it breaks my heart. No? How can he just say he doesn't want it?
"Nothing is worth crying so hard about, I'm here for you."
Sakumo turned around, poured a glass of water, and carefully handed it to Koki, watching him slowly drink it.
Then, he gently helped Koki lie down, one hand softly covering his eyelids, the other gently patting his shoulder, while he hummed a melodious lullaby.
The gentle melody, accompanied by comforting caresses, brought Koki immense peace of mind. His eyelids gradually grew heavy, as if he were sinking into a tranquil dream.
Itachi looked at Koki with longing in his eyes. He nestled close to his brother, gently nuzzled his arm, and closed his eyes peacefully.
In this tranquil moment, only Sakumo's gentle singing voice floated in the air, filling the entire room with a sense of peace.
The lingering notes of the song gradually dissipated in the air like fine silk threads.
Sakumo slowly stood up and gently pulled back the curtains. The fluttering curtains, like soft gauze, created a more peaceful sleeping environment for Koki.
Finally, Sakumo turned back to look at Koki, his eyes full of tenderness. He prepared to go and tell Fugaku about the situation here, so that he could rest assured.
However, just as Sakumo was about to turn and leave, a sinister Chakra quietly swept over him, like a slithering frost serpent, sending chills down his spine.
Sakumo stopped involuntarily, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a knife. He turned back to the bedside and gently covered Koki's ears.
His eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed menacingly on the doorway.
Sure enough, a short while later, the door was rudely pushed open, the loud noise shattering the silence.
The moment the door was pushed open, a sharp blade flashed through the air like lightning, Sakumo's blade was pointed directly at Orochimaru's throat at the doorway.
The cold blade gleamed with a chilling light, as if warning any newcomer not to act rashly.
"Lord Sakumo." Orochimaru's smile vanished as he warily eyed Hatake Sakumo. He knew Sakumo's strength well and harbored his own ulterior motives.
"So it was you?"
Orochimaru coming to see Koki? This surprised Sakumo greatly.
Why would he suddenly appear here? Does he have something important to discuss with Koki? Or... does he have ulterior motives?
Hatake Sakumo's face was icy, and he slowly withdrew his sword, his tone as cold as ice. "What are you doing here?"
Orochimaru's gaze passed over Sakumo and landed on Koki lying on the bed. He said meaningfully, "Of course I have something to discuss with this little cutie, Koki."
Upon hearing this, a flash of murderous intent Hatake Sakumo's eyes, and he instantly raised his sword again.
Orochimaru's heart tightened, and he quickly called out, "Lord Sakumo!"
He knew perfectly well that with his own strength, he was no match for the powerful figure before him.
A cold smile crept across Hatake Sakumo's lips. He put down the knife, turned, and walked towards the door, saying as he went, "Come out and talk to me!"
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly and followed him out of the room.
Outside the door, a tense atmosphere filled the air. Hatake Sakumo and Orochimaru stood face to face, their gazes clashing fiercely in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying through the air.
"Speak." Sakumo gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his gaze as cold as ice as he stared at Orochimaru, awaiting his answer.
Orochimaru stood there seemingly relaxed, but in his heart he was secretly plotting his next strategy.
"... That's how it is." With Hatake Sakumo's cold blade pressed against his neck, Orochimaru's face was pale, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.
Faced with this invisible pressure, despite his inner reluctance, he still had to slowly reveal the secret he shared with Koki.
"What did you say? Kekkei Genkai Disease?" Upon hearing this word, Sakumo's expression changed drastically, and his heart was instantly filled with shock.
Could it be Koki?
Orochimaru saw through Sakumo's thoughts at a glance. He gave a strange smile and chuckled, "Don't worry, it's not Koki, it's Itachi!"
"Itachi?" The name came out of Sakumo's mouth, filled with doubt.
How could Koki be so sure that Itachi would get this disease in the future?
In fact, Itachi only awakened his Sharingan today.
Does Koki truly possess the ability to foresee the future?
This... is truly unbelievable. Countless questions churned in Sakumo's mind, making his gaze grow increasingly solemn.
"Hand over the medicine!" Hatake Sakumo sheathed his sword, his tone as calm as still water, yet his icy gaze was as sharp as a piercing sword.
Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's expression suddenly turned cold. He had wanted to witness Koki's joy after receiving the medicine, but now he had to hand it over, which he found hard to accept.
"Give me the medicine!" Hatake Sakumo repeated, his voice firm and unwavering.
Well, discretion is the better part of valor.
Orochimaru, though unwilling, had no choice but to hand the medicine to Hatake Sakumo.
Hatake Sakumo cautiously took the small pill, examining it carefully with worry in his eyes. He asked, "Are there any side effects? Will it be harmful to your health?"
"No! There are no side effects whatsoever, and it can prevent all Kekkei Genkai Disease," Orochimaru said through gritted teeth, his heart filled with resentment.
It's infuriating! How dare they question his area of expertise!
Koki spent so much money and trusted him unconditionally; how could he let Koki down?
This is the result of his extensive research and time investment; there will absolutely be no problems.
It's just a pity that he can't give the medicine to Koki in person.
"Is that so? Then eat it!" Hatake Sakumo looked at Orochimaru quietly, with an irresistible air of authority.
For some reason, Orochimaru broke out in a cold sweat and his body trembled involuntarily.
A moment later, Orochimaru seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and swallowed the pill in his mouth.
The pill went down his throat, and a cool sensation instantly spread throughout his body, causing Orochimaru to shiver involuntarily.
"Don't move. Stay here for half an hour. I need to observe you." Hatake Sakumo's words rang out like a command.
"Aaaaaah! This is infuriating! "Orochimaru roared to the sky, his frustration and helplessness reaching their peak at that moment.
He was originally a free and unrestrained person, but now he is being suppressed so badly by Hatake Sakumo.
There was nothing he could do but stay put and wait for time to pass in the face of overwhelming power.