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The Red Flash Chapter 60 (A Snake Student)
🕑 Added 2021-12-19 06:29:24 +0000 UTCAnko
Anko would be the first to say that meeting Orochimaru was weird. The weirdest, really. From what she's heard, Orochimaru is the scariest motherfucker ever to live, and he's strange and probably conducts illegal experiments under Konoha. Still, no one can convince the Hokage of anything. So, really, upon meeting him, Anko kind of expected to be killed simply for existing.
Only that's the opposite of what Orochimaru does. Rather, he ensures she survives. It's... No one's ever done such a thing for her before. Anko doesn't expect anyone to either. She assumes it was just a one-off thing.
It was not a one-off thing.
With new genins having graduated from the Academy, Anko's been pushed closer to the war front. She now works as a messenger between various bases within Konoha-controlled land. It is, by far, more dangerous, and now she works alone. She's gotten faster, figured out better ways to lay down traps now, but that doesn't keep her safe.
Due to how often she's moving and how close to the frontlines she is, it doesn't surprise Anko that she comes across many frontline ninjas. Most of them she's heard of, their actions being listened to back home in Konoha. Still, she's surprised when she comes across Orochimaru yet again.
This time, however, he looks a lot less put together. His hair has been twisted up into a bun with spiked wire caught throughout it. Dirt and blood cover him and rips on the edges decorate his clothes. He looks exhausted, too, from where he's leaning against a tree, eyes closed and looking half-asleep.
"Never seen the sannin before?" Someone gruffly says from beside her. Anko doesn't startle, but her hand might grip the hilt of a kunai before she relaxes. She turns to face the kunoichi, who looks just as dirty and haggard as Orochimaru.
"I met him in Konoha," Anko says, which is close enough to the truth that nothing else matters. "He, uh, looked different, then."
The kunoichi laughs, a bitter scoff leaving her lips. "Welcome to the war, kid," she says. "Appearances go to shit out here, no matter how much you try. Even Orochimaru-sama knows that."
"And Orochimaru-sama is trying to sleep," the ninja in question says, opening one golden eye to stare at them. "Your talking doesn't help."
Rolling her eyes, the kunoichi replies, "If you were trying to sleep, it wouldn't matter. You'd be out of it. Besides, no way are you sleeping when we're resupplying."
Orochimaru sighs but opens both eyes. He considers Anko, and Anko finds herself scowling in response. "Hello, Anko-chan. Hope you're doing well."
"Oh? You know the gremlin, Orochimaru-sama?" At that, Anko goes to kick the kunoichi in the ankle because Konoha-nin or not, she's not going to be called a gremlin by anyone. The kunoichi dodges with a laugh and heads towards the supplies in the middle, abandoning both Anko and Orochimaru.
When she looks at Orochimaru, she finds him smiling. Despite the dirt covering him, Anko can't help but think it suits him. It seems to add a new light to his eyes. "Have a seat, Anko-chan. I'm not moving anytime soon, and I doubt you are either."
For a second, Anko considers not doing it. She doesn't want to follow his orders, but her legs are getting tired. She drops down onto the ground and crosses her legs, glaring at Orochimaru and daring him to comment. However, he just laughs, shaking his head. "You've gotten better," he offers, and, well, Anko would think it's a meaningless compliment, but this is Orochimaru, so... so maybe it isn't.
"At what?" She asks, cautious because she hasn't done anything so long as she's been here.
"Moving silently, leaving no tracks, being ready for an attack," Orochimaru shrugs. "It's easy to see in how you stand and how you act. Besides, you wouldn't have made it out here if you hadn't improved. You're capable of it, so I'm not surprised in the slightest. But, if you want, I have some advice for you."
Anko considers it. Getting advice from Orochimaru would be invaluable, and she wants to live, but it's also Orochimaru, and Anko's not entirely sure if she likes him. "If it's something dumb, I'm not listening. I'm also not going to call you sensei or some other shitty title!"
"No... That's okay," Orochimaru says. "I don't have students anyway." He pauses, tilting his head, and Anko folds her arms. "Your chakra signature, though relatively small at the moment, thanks to your age, is still noticeable. Most people won't look for it or search for it amongst the chakra signatures flaring during a battle. However, there is a chance people can locate you by it and hunt you down as a result."
"I can't do anything about that! You can't use chakra and hide your chakra signature. That's just- just impossible!"
"It's tricky," Orochimaru counters. "You need to pull your chakra into your core and only let a little bit trickle out of your feet. You can do this, and I dare say you'd be good at it; you only need to try."
Scowling, Anko does as he asked—but only because he seems legit! She finds her chakra in her chest, bubbling and flickering ever so slightly. Slowly, she crushes it down into something small, wraps it around her spine to hide it. She almost can't feel it, with how dim it becomes. She glances at Orochimaru, who's smiling.
"Good work," he says. "Now, try to channel some into your feet while keeping your chakra hidden."
This is where Anko thinks things will fail. Her chakra is almost out of reach, but she manages to send a trickle down to her feet. It pools there, not enough to actually tree-hop with, but after a few moments, she finds she has enough to do so.
"I did it!" Anko says, grinning, before remembering who's in front of her and scowls. It's too late, though, and Orochimaru's eyes crinkle up in what could be a smile.
"I knew you could," he says. "Nicely done. You've picked that up faster than anyone I've ever taught to do that."
Anko sniffs. "Well, I am pretty good," she agrees. Then, after a pause, she says cautiously, "You got anything else to teach me? Not- Not that I'm your student! But it'd be useful, y'know?"
For a moment, Orochimaru just stares at her before getting to his feet. "Alright," he says. "Let's get to work."
The night was dark and peaceful; gray clouds shrouded the moon's unearthly luminous glow from showering its light upon the Village Hidden in the Leaves. No stars were visible in the black sky; no trace of human life could be heard or seen within the quiet darkness. The citizens of the Leaf Village were snuggled in their warm beds, their heads filled with sweet dreams. All but for one, that is.
In her small apartment bedroom, a beautiful, yet tormented, kunoichi twisted and turned under the covers of her twin-sized bed, her lithe form, young and taut with her youth, was coated with cold sweat from head to toe. Anko Mitarashi awoke with a violent jolt, her ragged and broken gasps trying to force down oxygen into her lungs. She couldn't breathe; it hurt too much to do so. Her chest felt incredibly tight, her gut clenching at the pain that was resonating throughout her body, originating from a single spot on the left side of her neck. It was the very thing that kept reminding her of the agony and sorrow she had to face every day for the rest of her life. It was an indelible brand, like a scar that was burned deep within her soul.
Heavens' Curse Mark.
Anko brought up her right hand to claw at the mark, her fingernails making rivulets of blood that seeped down her neck and onto and under her mesh bodysuit she wore all the time. There were days when the Curse Mark would pulsate, as it would react to her nightmares and thoughts, but it was never as bad as what she was feeling know. The pain was more excruciating this time, almost like if he was actually near her.
Her spiky ponytail that held her violet hair together stuck to her forehead from the sweat; her bangs were covering her tired pupil-less brown eyes. She grimaced at the waves of pain flowing through her each time the Curse Mark throbbed, her teeth biting down her bottom lip to prevent her from hollering out in pain.
Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes, but the snake kunoichi refused to let them fall down her heart-shaped face. Tears were a sign of weakness, a disgrace not only to the Shinobi Rules but also to herself, and that was why she couldn't bring herself to let it pour down her round cheeks. She would never allow anyone to see them—not even to herself. She was a strong and reliable kunoichi of the Hidden Leaf Village, who faced the world with a tough and confident aura without caving in to anyone or anything. She was not some small child who would break down over a nightmare.
And yet, here she was, weeping over the vivid nightmare that still haunted her every thought. It didn't matter whether she was awake or asleep; the memories of his twisted smirk, his demonic laughter, his captivating, spellbound eyes flooded back into her mind, along with the fear that had cut through her life like a razor-sharp blade and penetrated her to the hilt.
She masked her anguish with a happy façade, all of her true, melancholy emotions pent up inside her. Moisture from around her eyes threatened to spill out from her again, but Anko held them back, not wanting all the barriers she'd built over the years crumble over as something as unwelcome memories.
"Stop it, now..." she chastised herself in a vehement whisper into the lucid darkness, her voice rasped and strained. "Get a grip, Anko..."
Her hands journeyed up to her scalp, her nails clutching her wet purple strands. The nightmare was still repeating over and over in her head; the fear she felt even in her dreamland was as real as anything she could feel in reality...and that frightened her to no end. She hated it; she hated him for causing her so much overwhelming sorrow and anger stirring within her. She wondered when there would ever be a day when he didn't invade her every thought, regret.
Will there ever be a day when she could forget about him and stop living in her shattered past that she barely possessed any recollection of? She wished she could forget everything. Forget him. Forget that she had cared and admired him because, in the end, all she got in return was his betrayal. He abandoned her when he was the only thing she had left in the world. He cast her off when he deemed her useless, tossing her aside as if she was trash.
He would pay—one day.
Then maybe he will see just how 'useless' she was now. She would be there, a kunai in her fisted right hand, her eyes blazing with fire and bloodlust, and he would be dead. It was her duty, her atonement, her vendetta. It was that sole reason that kept her alive to this very day. She had struggled onto what was like a thin spider thread of life, clinging desperately onto it as a way to stop herself from dieing at anyone else's hands.
Her tears began to stream down her face and splattered down onto her bedsheets, creating dark marks on them. Her knees curled up into her chest, and she wrapped her arms around them, her now red and puffy face buried in them. The silence was broken when her muffled sobs and wails echoed in her bedroom, her hot tears stinging her cold skin.
She couldn't shake off the nightmare; it brought back so many unwanted memories racing through her mind that she could never forget. In the dream, she was bloody and broken within the vast darkness. His golden eyes glowered down at her with a wicked smile plastered on his pale lips. She cried and screamed out in pain and torment; her body felt like wildfire was coursing in her veins.
"Ugh..." The violet-haired woman cursed under her breath, the Curse Mark pulsating in conjunction with her hatred and misery. She wished she'd never met him at all if she'd known the cost.
Anko sniffled back her tears, her eyes flickering over to the photos she kept on the long desk that reached from behind her bed. She gripped the photo of the most precious memory to her, the picture of her, Kakashi, and a younger Naruto.
She pressed the photo into her chest, how much she wished that Kakashi was with her tonight, but Anko had said that she needed to be there in time, unlike 'Some' Jonin she knew.
A chuckle escaped her mouth, remembering the face Kashi-kun made when she made that comment.
She needed to rest for the next day. The Chūnin Exams were tomorrow, and she needed to be her usual cheerful self to avoid any unnecessary concern or worry from the few people she actually counted as her friends.
She shook off the horrid images of her nightmare and breathed out a deep sigh before succumbing into slumber, droplets of tears trickling down her cheeks. She tried not to think of her former mentor but rather thinking of the excitement she would feel to see this year's Chūnin Exams candidates. She looked forward to see how many would actually pass her test and how well Naruto would do. She was, after all, the proctor for the second phase of the exams.
As she slept, she couldn't help but think what life would be like if she would to discard her tortured emotions from her scarred soul. How simple it would be for her to live if she'd forgotten Orochimaru, about the Curse Mark, about everything. How easy it would be to throw away all of those uninvited memories that rushed through her head every day of her life into a bottomless sea and just pretend that they never happened. She could be happy, maybe even normal.
However, whether the violet-haired woman knew or it or not, her hatred, memories of the one she held—and will continue to hold—was better left in the depths of her wounded heart rather in the depths of the sea.
Tomorrow
The forest was dark and large, with densely overgrown trees and enormous, man-eating creatures inhabited inside of it. All of the gates were locked with signs warning anyone of its dangers and at the side of the area was the scroll distributing shed, where three other proctors sat, observing the snake kunoichi and the candidates.
It was the perfect spot for the kiddies to undergo the second phase of the exam and move on to the third exam.
That is...if they survive it first.
"Whoa... Nice place. What is it?" Sakura inquired in a frightened tone.
"This is the location for the second phase of the exam. It's the Forty-Fourth Battle Training Zone..." she paused as the fear sank deeper into the kids, smiling. "But we call it the 'Forest of Death.'"
The ominous name of the zone caused an uproar a group of fearful mutters and worried expressions among the Genin, each of them staring deeply into the vast forest.
"This whole place just completely creeps me out." Anko heard the scared pink-haired girl said.
Anko chuckled, smiling broadly. "It should; they called it the Forest of Death. And soon enough, you're gonna find out why."
After throwing the kunai at Naruto and him catching it with his two fingers.
"Seems like everyone here today is quick-tempered. There must be something in the air." Anko smirked in anticipation at the fun that was soon to come. "Hmm, this is gonna be fun."
Quick-tempered? Sheesh! You're the one who threw the kunai at me! Naruto said inside his head, his eyes tracking out Anko as she headed back to front to face all of the Genin.
"Now, before we begin this test, I've something to hand out to you all." The snake kunoichi reached in her coat and held out a pile of paper in her right hand to show to the Genin. "It's just a standard consent form. Before the test, all of you are going to have to read over this form and then sign it."
"What for?" A blonde girl asked.
"Some of you may not come back from this test, and I have to get your consent to that risk. Otherwise, it'll be my reasonability." Anko explained with a sheepish smile and laugh. Murmurs filled the crowd again, worried and scared looks surfacing on some of the kids' faces.
After explaining the exam rules, almost everyone was frightened to continue with the Chunin Exam.
Raising his hand as if he was asking permission to speak inside a classroom, Shikamaru piped up. "So, um, let's say in mid-exam, can we quit?"
Anko swiveled her to head to frown at the lazy boy. "Of course not! In a middle of a battle, you can't say, 'Sorry, I quit.'" Smiling, she let out a couple of chuckles. "Well, I guess you can, but it will only get you killed!"
"Oh, just great... This is gonna a drag..." the Nara boy complained, arms folded across his chest as he received an annoyed look from his female teammate while his best friend was munching down on some chips.
Ignoring the boy, Anko turned her attention back to the rest of the Genin, holding out three fingers one by one as she explained the rules for the test. "There are also some ways you can get disqualified. The first is simple: If all three team members can't make it to the tower with both scrolls after five days. Number two: If a team loses a member or if a member becomes incapacitated and cannot continue.
But most importantly, none of you, absolutely none of you, may look at the contents of the scrolls until you've reached the tower."
And with that said, all of the kids got into their teams and talked over their consent form, while some of them wandered off on their own to read it over. The air was heavy with anticipation, worried and eagerness. Meanwhile, the other proctors drew up a curtain at the scroll distribution shed, ensuring no one else would know which team had which scroll.
Hmm... It looks like they're starting to understand what's really involved in this test. Anko observed the crowd of Genin with her hands in her coat pockets, pleased that some of them just realized how serious this test is. Her eyes lingered the most on Naruto, sitting on the ground, writing something on a large blank paper. She liked that determination in his blue eyes, and something told her that Naruto would make these Chunin Exams far more interesting than any other exam ever.
Once everyone was ready to hand in their forms, Anko watched as they headed to the shed to collect their scrolls; a slight breeze wafted through her violet hair, and a smile graced her lips. I wonder if any of them will survive this...except Naruto.
Staring down at her wristwatch on her on her right arm, reading it as it was close to two o'clock in the afternoon, Anko's loud voice carried among the Genin.
"Listen up! All of the teams had received their scrolls, so everybody go to your gate and waited there! When the gates open, the test is on!" When it was close to 2:30, the proctors started to unlock the gates, letting the chains slide off the handles. As the clock stroked precisely at 2:30, the snake kunoichi finally gave out her last announcement. "All right, heads up, you maggots! The second part of the test has begun!"
The gates opened with a whoosh as soon as she spoke those words and in went the Genin. It wasn't long afterward until Anko heard a couple of male fearful screams vibrating throughout the forest and to where Anko stood at the entrance.
A few hours later, Anko sat on the flat roof of the shed, her legs hanging in the air as she snacked down on her favorite food, enjoying herself while she paid no mind to the carnage that was taking place within the Forest of Death.
"Mmm-mm... Nothing makes dumplings goes down like a little sweet red bean soup. Ahh... Nice." She happily sipped down the can of soup and then another bite off her stick of dumpling. "Guess it's about that time. Soon after I finish this little snack, I'll see how the kiddies are doing. The quicker ones will be finishing soon. I suppose I'll wait and go greet them at the tower."
She munched down the last dumpling on her stick. She lazily threw to the trunk of a nearby tree with perfect accuracy without even looking, adding the last stick to complete an outline of a Leaf symbol that was made out of at least fifty dumpling sticks—a testament of how much she loved her village as much as her favorite food.
"There—a perfect Leaf Village symbol!" Anko smiled brightly at her completed design.
A sentinel dressed in the standard Chūnin Exams proctor uniform appeared before the snake kunoichi, kneeling down on one knee in a puff of smoke. It was Mozuku, one of the other proctors for the exams. "Pardon, ma'am; there's a problem!"
"Hmm? What sort of problem?" Anko inquired calmly, swinging her legs from left to right.
"Corpses, ma'am! Three of them!" came the urgent reply.
However, Anko remained nonchalant about the news. Hearing about dead bodies wasn't anything new. People were killed in the Chūnin Exams all the time. Whatever they found was probably the remains of a bunch of kids that got themselves slaughtered in the exams. Mumbling, she continued to munch down her dumpling in her mouth as she replied in a slightly bored tone, "Come on. I'm trying to eat here."
"I think you'll want to see them. There is something strange about them." Mozuku told her. That caught Anko's interest as she swallowed the last of her food down in her throat, putting a finger to her chin. What could be so weird about corpses?
"Besides being dead?" she voiced her thoughts out loud.
When Anko arrived at the area, her stomach lurched at the gruesome sight in front of her. She gazed down at the awkwardly twisted positions that bodies were laid facedown on the ground and against the Leaf Village's Buddha statues as fear sliced through her.
It wasn't the splattered blood across the Buddha statues that bothered her, nor was it the rancid smell of the three dead bodies radiating off them. What really frightened the brave and tough kunoichi the most was the fact that their faces were gone as if something or someone ripped them off. The wind blew in the trees, sending chills down Anko's spine, giving the area an even more terrible aura to it.
"I went through their belongings, found their identification—Ninja from the Hidden Grass Village. All three of them were registered for the Chūnin Exams." Kotetsu Hagane, one of the other proctors for the exams, reported crossing his arms over his chest. "They weren't just killed.
"All their faces..." Anko felt her fingers twitched at the nervousness she felt rising up inside her, almost curling into a fist. She felt disturbed; an uneasy feeling of remembrance was nagging at the back of her brain. It was something darkly familiar... "They're gone..."
"Yeah." Kotetsu frowned grimly at the dead bodies. "There's nothing where their faces used to be like they melted or something."
Anko grasped at her Curse Mark, her right making it's way almost unconsciously to where it was branded on her neck. She gazed down at one of the Genin, trying desperately to remember where she had seen that clothing before.
No doubt about it. She thought gravely, clenching her teeth together so tightly that it would seem like they were going to break. She closed her fingers over the mark that she had loathed so much ever since he gave it to her. This is his jutsu. Why's he here? What's he doing at the Chūnin Exams?... Naruto!
She felt her body almost trembling at the terror swirling within her, sounds of shaking gasps escaping her lips. Snapping out of her own thoughts, she turned to the Chūnin behind her, pivoting around in a panicked state. "Okay, I need photos of what these three used to look like! Where are their IDs?"
"Right here, ma'am." Mozuku handed her the pictures. She gripped the photos in her hand, immediately recognizing the Grass ninja's first image.
So this is the face he stole... The snake kunoichi's eyes widened at the realization, and she gasped in shock, remembering Naruto glaring at the kunoichi. Had it already happened when...?
"Ugh... We've got big trouble!" She swiveled around to face Kotetsu and the other two Chūnin, all of them startled by her alarmed and urgent tone. "Okay, get moving! Tell Lord Hokage exactly what's happened here! And while you at it, tell the ANBU Black Ops they better get a couple of convoys to the Forest of Death!" She turned her back to them before she went on. "Meanwhile, I'm gonna head in after these guys! Now go!"
"Right!' The three men disappeared from her sight at once, knowing better to follow her orders and ask questions later.
He's come... He's here in the Hidden Leaf Village...Anko reached for her neck again, her face becoming dark and dangerously serious as a foul wind moved in the air. All of her bitter emotions of hate and fury boiled inside her gut, feeding off the longing to settle the score between her and the man who had cursed her life.
He was here.
It was time to end it.
Hours passed since the violet-haired woman journeyed into the densely overgrown Forest of Death, racing through the trees and all the while avoiding out the traps and ravenous beasts in the area. The sun was setting soon, its crimson glow shining beautifully over the Hidden Leaf Village. If it weren't for the dire situation she was in, Anko would've stopped and admired the sun's blood-like blaze.
She jumped from one tree to another, allowing herself to fall until her hands caught on a thick branch, using the momentum to swing herself upon it to halt her pursuit for her perpetrator, gazing as the sun was sinking further down in the sky.
Sun's going down... I gotta find him soon. My odds are bad enough as it; it'll get worse in the dark. But why now? I hope he hadn't gotten to Naruto yet; Anko shook off her musings; she needed to find him as soon as possible.
When night had fallen upon the village like a blanket, it was only then Anko's senses were able to pick his presence up. She darted through the trees, galloping from one branch to another and over many other forest obstacles that stood in her way. Her violet bangs lashed at her eyes, but she ignored it as she increased her hasty pace in the Forest of Death.
I can feel him! He's somewhere close! Anko jumped down from one tree to land in a space between two enormous ones, her body running closer to he was as if she was being drawn closer to him by a magnetic force. She wondered if the Curse Mark had something to do with it, but she forcefully shrugged off that thought as she used her amazing reflexes and smooth acrobat movements to leap through the trees until she came to her destination.
He was upside, his entire body embedded itself a tree, and to her surprise, he wasn't wearing any mask; it was ripped out, showing her his true face. His slit-pupil eye opened as she landed down in front of him. She approached him almost casually, without a single hint of fear in her eyes. There was no room for it, not now.
She wasn't afraid of him...or maybe she was. She just didn't show it, not in front of him. She looked at him directly with bold eyes, although the aura radiating from his body could frighten any shinobi that came in contact with him.
However, Anko was different, knowing there was always that darkness, that malice in his golden eyes, even when she was under his tutelage. She was so young back then, blinded by her admiration to see what he truly was. She was so stupid; she should've seen his true, dark intentions.
Orochimaru chuckled softly, amused to see his old student again. "Well, well, Anko. It's been a while..."
"This is no time to reminisce; you're an S-class criminal, top of the most wanted list. You've got to be taken down, and it's only fitting that I'm the one to do it." Anko replied back at him harshly as she slid senbon needles between her fingers in her right hand, not taking his bait. "'Cause, after all, you're the one that taught me everything, right, Sensei?"
"Not quite," he answered simply. Anko growled, preparing to throw the needles at him when his expandable, long tongue shot out from his mouth as it started to chase and lash at her. She leaped backward onto a side of a tree to dodge it, but his tongue followed and coiled itself around her wrist, forcing her to drop her weapons as he pulled her towards him.
She landed on the branch and held out her free hand at her old sensei. "Striking Shadow Snake!"
Green snakes from her sleeve slithered and crashed into the bark the tree Orochimaru was embedded in, causing a large cloud of dust.
"Come outta there!" Anko yelled, pulling the serpents to force Orochimaru towards her and slammed him the tree opposite of him. She retracted the vipers into her sleeve and quickly went over to him, pinning her left hand over his right hand against the tree, stabbing them both with a kunai to prevent him from escaping her.
Orochimaru was slightly surprised by her actions, observing her carefully with his exposed slit-eye. She winced, panted heavily, and ignored the pain and blood flowing from the self-inflicted wound, its tangy smell invading her nostrils like a drug. "Hah... I gotcha'. Now then, lemme just borrow your left hand."
She entwined her right hand with his left hand, sticking up her index finger and her pinky. Orochimaru gasped slightly; his eye widened in recognition and then drifted back to his old pupil. "That hand sign..."
"Right, it's over. You and I are going to die here." She gasped for air as she stared at him with tired eyes, a small fatigued smirk on her face. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and thought out the jutsu in her head. Ninja Art: Twin Snake Sacrifice Jutsu...!
Anko stopped midway when she heard an eerie laugh echoing in the air around her. "I'm afraid you will die alone, Anko..."
Her eyes snapped open in shock, and she gasped, pivoting her head slowly to see him standing on the other side of the massive branch, his pale features looking at her with a sneer.
"That's right; Substitution." He indicated the duplicate she pinned to the tree. She whirled her head back to the copy; her eyes broadened even more as it melted into the mud.
The moon shone down on them with its luminous light, giving Orochimaru a more oppressive aura to him. Anko heard him laughing at her near-death experience as she shut her eyes down in shame and agony, all of her confidence washing away from her. This was just too mortifying for her to endure, her gut clenching at her desperate attempt to stop him.
Sauntering to her with a haughty smile, he spoke to her in a taunting tone. "Of course, you're one of the elite now, a righteous warrior. How naughty of you to be using a Forbidden Jutsu I taught you."
"What do you want here, Orochimaru?" She asked, hoping he hadn't hurt Naruto, just the thought of him giving the blonde a cursed mark made her anger boil.
Much to Anko's surprise, a shadow of anger flashed through his face.
"That's not important to you, my dear Student," Orochimaru spoke, hiding the anger inside him.
As Orochimaru was about to attack when his body got electrocuted, and a bolt of massive lightning pierced his heart, blood flew everywhere as Anko couldn't believe the hand filled with lightning sticking outside Orochimaru's chest.
The Sannin slowly turned his head around, making eye contact with the Sharingan of Kakashi Hatake.
Comments
Jeremie
your story is quickly becoming garbage as you don't need to do a chapter long flashback for EVERY fucking character as EVERYONE knows the history of Anko and Pedomaru you're just fucking up the story by going way to in depth with bullshit. Also as I said in my review just hurry an get to the 4 jinchuriki gangbang and then to making the other jinchuriki either young good looking females or all somehow connected to the Uzumaki clan since you seem to be hell bent on pairing him with Yugito in EVERY one of your stories which is stupid as she's older than Naruto and has almost no screen time hell Fu had more character development (at least in the anime) than Yugito did in the entire series but since she's a jinchuriki you gotta put her with him so as I've stated before you should just make every jinchuriki besides Naruto female and then have an all jinchuriki gangbang orgy
Drinor
Thanks for reading my story
Jonhenry pennington
Thanks for the chapter 👍
Jeremie
another fucking stupid chapter. Just hurry up and get to the shocking reveal of Gaara actually being a female named Gaia and wanting Naruto to fuck the shit out of her after he kicks her ass during the invasion, I mean it's only fucking logical since you want EVERY Jinchuriki to be with Naruto in some fashion. You've already revealed Roshi being an Uzumaki and made Yugito younger and suddenly having her and Naruto sexually attracted to each other. After the chunin exams and you've had the 4 jinchuriki orgy you can move on to figuring out how to make Han, B, Utakata, and Yagura either into younger women or somehow also connected to the Uzumaki clan
