Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The atmosphere inside the Hokage's office was as heavy as the sea before a storm.

Orochimaru's appearance was like a giant serpent quietly slipping into the deep sea, strangely calming the originally raging waves.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at his most outstanding disciple, whose golden snake eyes held an abyss he could never fathom.

He put down the sanction order, sat back down in his chair, and wearily rubbed his temples.

Orochimaru, do you really want to become Hokage?

He had kept this question in his heart for a long time.

Orochimaru licked his lips, a gesture that was both elegant and dangerous.

"Teacher, as you know, I have no interest in power itself."

He walked slowly to the window, gazing at the village below, his voice filled with a kind of obsessive fervor.

"What I crave is knowledge, the complete truth and art of ninjutsu in this world. Life is too short, but the ocean of knowledge is boundless."

He turned around, his golden pupils shining eerily bright in the dim room.

"Becoming Hokage will allow me to stand taller and see further. Those forbidden techniques sealed in the village, those legacies left by the First and Second Hokage... shouldn't someone inherit and study them?"

These words were utterly rebellious, yet terrifyingly frank.

Hiruzen Sarutobi remained silent.

He knew that Orochimaru was not lying.

This is him, a madman who would give up everything in pursuit of the truth.

"Almost all of Konoha's new generation died on the battlefield."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's voice was hoarse and heavy.

"The combined invasion of the four great ninja villages... Konoha needs strength, it needs a hero who can lead the village to victory."

He raised his head, and a resolute gambler's glint flashed in his aged eyes.

"Orochimaru, I'll give you a chance."

"Prove your worth. If you can lead Konoha to defeat the combined forces of the four great ninja villages and thwart their ambitions..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi spoke slowly and deliberately, making a promise as heavy as a mountain.

"I recommend you to become the Fourth Hokage."

For the first time, Orochimaru's face showed obvious surprise.

He looked at his teacher, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke on that wrinkled face.

But he couldn't find it.

Hiruzen Sarutobi is serious.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Orochimaru chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and louder, filled with pleasure and excitement.

"Teacher, are you finally willing to acknowledge my worth? Very well, I accept this bet."

War is the best laboratory. Countless powerful individuals and countless unique bloodline limits will blossom there. For him, it is a feast, not a disaster.

"Oh, right, I heard Tsunade is back too?"

Orochimaru abruptly changed the subject, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"That woman, bound by emotions and memories... is no longer of any use."

He seemed to have thought of something even more interesting, a hint of curiosity flashing in his golden snake eyes.

"On the contrary, that kid named Sakuya Sengen today is quite interesting. He managed to turn the tables on Danzo despite his deadly trap. I'm very interested in his secret techniques."

Hiruzen Sarutobi frowned but did not reply.

"So, teacher."

Orochimaru walked to the desk, placed the pen back on the pen holder, and his posture was respectful to the point of being hypocritical.

"Before I go to the front lines, please allow me to stay by your side and learn the so-called 'Way of Hokage'."

……

Shuo Ye Qianxuan limped home, with two furtive shadows following him not far behind.

A black-haired girl, and another... a girl holding a pig?

He knew without even turning around.

That pig had an incredibly keen nose; the scent of Tsunade that clung to it was probably as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark.

Qianxuan sighed inwardly, turned around, and entered another street.

A short while later, the Ichiraku Ramen sign appeared in front of me.

Welcome!

A young man with a short haircut and a warm smile peeked out.

He's a young, middle-aged man who types by hand.

Qianxuan sat down as if he knew the way inside and out.

"Handmade ramen, three bowls of miso ramen, extra fish cake, to go."

"Okay!"

He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and just wanted to fill his stomach quickly so he could go home and face the bigger problem.

The ramen was ready quickly.

Qianxuan picked up the takeout bag, just as he was about to pay, when he caught a glimpse of the figure hiding behind the telephone pole out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly an idea came to him, and he waved in that direction.

"Hey, you've been following me all this way, aren't you going to come out and sit for a bit?"

Shizune froze, holding Tun Tun, and slowly moved out from behind the telephone pole, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"I...I didn't..."

"Alright."

Qianxuan placed the packaged ramen in front of her, then rummaged in his pocket for a long time, only managing to pull out a few coins, before spreading his hands out with a self-righteous expression.

"I don't have enough money, could you pay for me? Thanks."

After saying that, he didn't give Jingyin any time to react. He picked up the ramen, turned around and ran, as fast as lightning, disappearing around the street corner in the blink of an eye.

Shizune, holding Ton-Ton, stared blankly at the steaming ramen bill in front of her.

"Um... how many guests are there in total?"

He peeked out and, somewhat embarrassed, gave a number.

Silent's face turned even redder.

She looked down at her empty wallet, feeling like crying.

……

In Sengen's hut, Tsunade had already changed back into her own clothes.

She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheet that Qian Xuan had torn off and crumpled into a ball.

That glaring crimson stain above felt like a needle, repeatedly pricking her eyes and heart.

Throw it away?

She can't.

Wash it off?

She couldn't do it either.

What is this?

An absurd hangover?

An unspeakable accident?

She thought of the boy, of his clean soapy smell, and of his eyes, which always seemed a little tired but would become unusually bright at certain moments.

hateful!

He just ran away like that!

They took advantage of me and left me here all alone without even a word of explanation?

Tsunade grew angrier the more she thought about it, and a nameless rage surged to her head.

She suddenly stood up, grabbed the wad of sheets, and tried to tear it to shreds with brute force.

Just then.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.

Shuo Ye Qianxuan appeared at the door carrying a takeout bag.

He looked at the woman in the room who exuded an aura of "keep away" and the "evidence" in her hand, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.

Tsunade froze, her hand holding the bed sheet awkwardly clasped together, unsure whether to put it down or not, creating a very embarrassing situation.

Qianxuan silently closed the door, walked in, and placed the takeout bag on the table.

The rich aroma of ramen instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere that was about to explode in the room.

He opened the bag and laid out the three bowls of steaming ramen.

Are you hungry?

Qianxuan pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of noodles, and blew on it.

"Let's eat first."