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"Idiot, what's your relationship with her? What's my relationship with her?"

Orochimaru said dismissively, while Jiraiya scratched his head, completely bewildered.

咋。

Is there something more to your relationship than just friendship?

How come I didn't know about this?

"You must be tired from the long journey. Take a good rest, I'll prepare rooms for you."

After holding Chiaki for a while, Orochimaru gently put her down and said in a hoarse voice.

He had already received a letter from Hiruzen Sarutobi, knowing that Chiaki and Jiraiya would be on the front lines supporting the war until its end.

Although Hiruzen Sarutobi gave him the choice of whether to leave the battlefield, given Orochimaru's habit of not liking to move after starting his research, he probably won't be moving anytime soon.

However, after hearing Orochimaru's words, Chiaki shook his head.

"No, Aunt Snake, I'll rescue her immediately. I'm just here to hand over the reins to you."

"Walk?"

Orochimaru looked at Chiaki with surprise, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he frowned, saying in a gloomy tone, "Where are you going?"

"I need to go check out the slums of Yuren."

Chiaki said with a heavy heart, "I heard that many poor people in Rain Village have died tragically from poisoning. I have to go and help them."

"I know about the poisoning."

Orochimaru nodded and handed a scroll to Chiaki.

"I have already analyzed one of the toxins and set up monitoring devices to ensure that our Konoha ninjas will not be affected by the toxin."

"I don't quite understand why you need to help them."

Chiaki's eyes lit up, and she took Orochimaru's scroll to read it. All along the way, she had been studying the detoxification techniques that Tsunade had taught her.

The art of detoxification is not just a ninjutsu; it also contains a great deal of knowledge, such as the understanding of poisons and the differentiation of toxic pharmacology.

After looking at the scroll, Chiaki showed an expression that said, "I knew it."

"As expected, this poison originated from Konoha!"

"So, it really was Danzo who did it!"

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"What does that have to do with you?"

Orochimaru chuckled and said coldly, "How people from other countries die has nothing to do with you or me."

Orochimaru is completely indifferent to other people; he only cares about things that interest him and people who are worthy of his care.

"What about me, what about me?"

Upon hearing Orochimaru's words, Jiraiya looked at him curiously and asked, "If I die, will it concern you? Will you avenge me?"

Orochimaru glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said casually, "If there's an opportunity."

"Huh? What do you mean? Huh?"

Jiraiya was a little confused. What did that sentence mean?

If there’s a chance…

Does that mean he's not going to be killed?

Or would he kill himself if given the chance?

What exactly is it saying?

Damn it, Orochimaru's words are so hard to understand. I really don't know how Chiaki manages to get along with Orochimaru.

Orochimaru walked to Chiaki's side, ignoring Jiraiya scratching his head in frustration, and reached out his hand to Chiaki, who was still looking at the scroll. "Come on, come with me to rest. You're tired."

However, Chiaki did not accept Orochimaru's offer.

She put away the scroll, looked up at Orochimaru seriously, and said, "Aunt Orochimaru, I clearly had a chance to help them."

"I already saved them once, but they still died tragically because of Konoha."

“I cannot accept that completely innocent poor people are being needlessly affected because of our problems!”

"This has nothing to do with whether their lives or deaths are related to me. It's just that I feel it's really tragic that those who should have died didn't, while those who shouldn't have died did."

Orochimaru stared blankly at Chiaki, not expecting her to say such a thing.

Those who deserve to die, once they're dead, they're dead.

People who shouldn't have died died unjustly because of their own actions, so you want to help them, is that right?

“I want to help them, Aunt Snake.”

Chiaki's tone was filled with pity, yet also with reverence for life, which reminded Orochimaru of someone.

That person stands at the pinnacle of the ninja world, looking down on everything. He has the right to pity everything, and even despise everything.

Paradoxically, that person also had immense reverence for life and respected the choices and decisions of every life.

He seemed to appear out of nowhere, completely out of touch with the times and out of place in the ninja world.

With advanced ideas and formidable strength, they yearn for peace, and they kill those who deserve to die and protect those who don't.

Yes, it's almost exactly the same as Chiaki.

"It's so similar..."

Jiraiya looked at Chiaki and muttered to himself. Orochimaru glanced at him and nodded silently.

Yes.

You and he are so alike, Seven.

Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi.

As expected of a ninja with Hashirama Senju cells, right?

This personality and these thoughts are almost exactly the same as his.

Orochimaru suddenly became curious: if he were to inject Hashirama Senju's cells into the bodies of other ninjas, would their personalities ultimately resemble Hashirama's?

Or rather, is Chiaki like this because she is Chiaki, or because she has Hashirama Senju's cells within her body, which makes her this way...?

"Snake Aunt?"

Chiaki looked at Orochimaru, who was in a daze, with a puzzled expression. Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, snapped out of his reverie, licked his lips with his long tongue, and asked in a hoarse, sinister voice, "You want to help people who have nothing to do with you?"

"Ok!"

Chiaki nodded vigorously, and that familiar light reappeared in her eyes. Orochimaru sighed slightly.

"Go ahead, and if you encounter any problems, come back to me."

Orochimaru knew he couldn't stop it.

This is Qianqiu's truest thought, and it's also the thought for which she's willing to take action.

"Yay! Thank you, Aunt Snake!"

Chiaki threw herself into Orochimaru's arms again, acting like a spoiled little girl, while Orochimaru shook his head helplessly.

Jiraiya was so jealous that he couldn't even take care of himself. He really couldn't understand where he had gone wrong.

……

During this time, an urban legend emerged in the slums of Amegakure.

Legend has it that every night at midnight, a goddess with long silver hair would appear in an empty alley.

This woman will quietly help those she meets.

When an injured person sees her, their wounds will disappear.

People who are sick will recover when they see her.

Even those who have been poisoned by the green venom will recover from their poisoning after a few days if they see her.

Those poor people who had seen the silver-haired goddess said that after the goddess descended with her light, everything they saw became blissful.

A few poor people also said with certainty that the silver-haired goddess must be the pink-haired girl who had helped more than 700 people in the slums before.

But not many people believed it, at least not those who had expressed gratitude for the pink-haired girl's treatment.

The person the pink-haired girl healed didn't even offer a word of thanks; she simply abandoned her and fled.

How could a girl who has been treated like this possibly return to this place?

The slum is still a slum, but the people inside have changed; it's no longer the same seven hundred people.

Some fled, some scattered, and those who remained were either clinging to the past or truly unable to leave.

"Reporting to you, sir, there seems to be some unusual activity in the slums."

A Rain Ninja reported to Hanzo the Salamander, who took the report and glanced at it.

"A silver-haired goddess?"

"What the hell?"

"If someone is willing to treat her, let her get treatment. Keep a close eye on who this guy is."

What silver-haired goddess? This book isn't the one next door, so why pretend to be a goddess?

Hanzo the Salamander chuckled. This guy was definitely just a pretentious junior.

It must have been some wandering ninja who, seeing the miserable state of the slums, took pity on them and couldn't help but start treating them, right?

And because of his lack of strength, he concealed his identity.

Uninteresting womanly kindness.

Hanzo the Salamander tossed the scroll to his subordinate, stood up, and looked towards the slums.

That land has been contaminated by venom; neither the water nor the food can sustain life.