Another afternoon of tedious meditation.
Itachi calculated the time until school ended, lingered for a while, and then left.
In the afternoon, Itachi's condition was noticeably better.
Qingchuan roughly knew what was going on, but didn't point it out.
He seemed to have gotten somewhat familiar with, and could even pull off, this magical women's clothing...
This is a dangerous sign.
Qingchuan silently urged himself not to forget his original aspiration.
I must train even harder!
Wait until the weasel is far away.
Qingchuan, who remained in place, also recovered his spiritual power to its peak.
Before going home, as usual, I need to do a few rounds of Ghost Path to improve my proficiency.
Clearing his throat, Qingchuan prepared to begin singing.
Two fully powered Crimson Fire Cannon shots are his current limit.
but.
Just as he was about to begin chanting, his perception, which came from the level of his soul, suddenly caught an extremely cold gaze.
Aochuan instinctively gripped the knife in his hand.
He canceled the chanting and even pretended to make a hand seal with one hand.
Red Fire Cannon!
boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Spiritual energy poured out, and six fireballs shot straight towards that line of sight!
I'll say it again.
At this time, there were only two people who dared to secretly watch him and Itachi, or rather, who could secretly watch them in the Uchiha clan's territory.
He had already met Shisui.
He wasn't unfamiliar with this person either.
Extreme coldness, extreme evil!
And beneath that lies absolute madness!
In the vast Konoha, there is only one person who can be described in this way.
Orochimaru.
And this person is already on Qingchuan's list of people who will be beaten up if they take off their skirts...
certainly.
Before she takes off her skirt, she should be warned.
That's not very polite.
"Haruko."
The sound of the fireball exploding stopped.
A figure slowly emerged from the ground behind Qingchuan.
Orochimaru spoke in the most playful tone, using words that sounded like a senior reprimanding a junior.
"polite?"
"Can it be eaten as a meal?"
He tightened his grip on the knife.
Qingchuan was also somewhat nervous.
The feeling is so clear...
A chilling, giant python stood behind him, its gaping maw emitting a foul stench, its forked tongue flicking as it sized up its prey.
I'm a little panicked.
But... I'm also a little excited?
"Is it just my imagination?"
"You seem to... know who I am."
"But your murderous aura is too obvious, Haruko."
He walked up behind Aokawa with perfect ease, leaned close to Aokawa's ear, and Orochimaru's voice was still playful.
The girl had a unique scent.
Like cherry blossoms, but hidden danger lurks between the petals.
It has a very interesting flavor.
Very interesting...
soul.
Swish—
Orochimaru's response was Aokawa's Slash Path, which he had practiced diligently for a month.
Draw your sword.
Turn around and slash horizontally!
The movements were executed in one smooth motion, without any hesitation or delay.
The chilling figure was then split in two.
But Qingchuan's gaze did not relax in the slightest.
It's all gone.
"You guessed right."
Despite missing his first strike, Qingchuan's blade remained pointed forward.
Right in front of his blade, Orochimaru's face was already slightly distorted with excitement!
"Sharp intuition, clean knife skills."
"Your parents don't have this talent..."
"Was it the pain of losing a loved one that made you realize what was truly yours?"
"Give me an answer... Haruko."
Orochimaru's tone showed no urgency.
It's even frighteningly calm.
But the increasingly intense interest in his eyes revealed his inner desires.
After frantically searching through the Uchiha clan's records, the few records available besides their names were practically worthless.
But that's the most interesting part, isn't it?
Even the Uchiha clan had ordinary families.
Yet this child, born into such an ordinary family, possessed a talent that moved him deeply!
He had already set his sights on the girl in front of him.
He wanted the girl in front of him!
This bizarre dialogue made Qingchuan frown slightly.
The knife in his hand remained steady.
With the initial release more than halfway complete, it means that the Senbonzakura sword already belongs to him.
It resides within the soul, yet has no weight whatsoever.
"Take this knife and I'll tell you."
Instead of holding the knife with one hand, grip it tightly with both hands.
The chopping motion was so precise.
Qingchuan's eyes turned cold.
The act of raising the knife is also a gesture.
I'm not afraid of you.
Zanpakuto.
A sword that severs souls.
Even if the initial solution has not yet met the conditions, or even touched the most basic line.
But this sword, which has already resonated with his soul, is still effective in severing the soul.
He has the confidence to do so!
"A very fair deal."
Orochimaru was still excited to receive a reply!
I can't wait...
The power derived from that child has been developed to a certain stage.
Even that foolish apprentice could barely retain that power.
But it's just a temporary storage; it can't be controlled.
It can serve as a vessel for his soul, but further development... is not realistic.
But the girl in front of me is different.
That unique soul, coupled with the unrevealed power belonging to the Uchiha clan.
It's clearly the more suitable choice!
With his long tongue lolling out, Orochimaru licked his cheek.
This behavior, no different from that of a snake, is also an expression of his extreme excitement.
certainly.
It's also a signal to attack!
"Hidden Shadow Serpent Hand!"
(End of Chapter)