Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 275 Following Orochimaru's Path

In the land of water, in a secluded forest.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows, and a small, thin figure wandered aimlessly through the woods.

White hair, green eyes, red eyeshadow on the eyelids, and two red dots between the eyebrows.

He looked only five or six years old, wearing tattered coarse cloth clothes, and walking barefoot on the cold mud, yet he seemed not to feel any cold at all.

"I'm all alone again —"

Kimimaro looked up at the gray sky, his eyes revealing emptiness.

He had been imprisoned by his clansmen ever since he could remember.

To the Kaguya clan, his body, which had awakened the Shikotsumyaku (Corpse Bone Pulse), was merely a pure killing machine.

The only reason to leave the cage is to fight, to kill.

Those clansmen who regarded him as a weapon were completely wiped out by Kirigakure during their rebellion.

His entire clan was wiped out, leaving him the sole survivor.

He is free.

However, he did not know the meaning of his life.

Kimimaro felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

He looked down at the ants busily carrying food on the ground and at the occasional birds flying by in the sky.

They all seem to have their own reason for existing, and they are all striving for survival.

But what is the meaning of his existence?

If a weapon loses its master, is there still a need for it to exist?

Just then, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a bright spot in front of him.

There, an unnamed little white flower blooms alone among the weeds.

A gentle breeze blows, and the pure white petals sway softly, appearing so fragile yet so stubborn.

Kimimaro slowly walked to the flower, squatted down, and quietly looked at it.

Why did you open here?

He asked softly.

There was no sound, no response.

The flowers simply continued to sway in the wind.

A sudden surge of inexplicable irritability and anger welled up inside me.

Why aren't you answering me? Even you're ignoring me!

He raised his right hand, and a pure white bone spur pierced out from his palm, which he held in his hand and transformed into a sharp bone knife.

Why are you still here when no one can see you?

Since it's meaningless, let's destroy it.

Anyway, in a place like this, no one can see it.

Just as he raised the bone knife, ready to swing it down...

"Stop doing that."

A calm and gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

Kimimaro's pupils contracted sharply, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.

He was completely unaware that someone was approaching!

He turned around abruptly and found that a young man was already standing behind him.

The man just looked at him calmly.

Aoba didn't expect to be so lucky. He couldn't find the Six-Tails Jinchuriki, Utakata, but he unexpectedly ran into this little guy.

Wild Kimimaro!

Kimimaro gripped the bone blade tightly, staring warily at Aoba like a frightened little beast, without uttering a word.

Aoba looked at the white-haired boy in front of her, who was full of wariness, and then at the surviving little flower on the ground. A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Actually, there's no such thing as 'life necessarily having meaning.'"

Aoba's voice was soft, yet it seemed to possess some strange magic, clearly reaching Kimimaro's ears.

Kimimaro was stunned. He slowly stood up and looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him.

He slowly walked forward, knelt down in front of Kimimaro, and looked directly at the lonely soul.

"but----"

Aoba looked into Kimimaro's clear green eyes and said softly.

"As long as you survive, you might find something interesting to do."

"Just like you, finding this beautiful flower in this desolate forest."

Aoba paused, her smile becoming even gentler.

"Just like I found you here."

At this point, Aoba reached out and gently touched Kimimaro's cold cheek.

"Come, come with me."

Feeling the warmth on his cheek, Kimimaro's lifeless eyes suddenly contracted.

It was a warmth he had never experienced before.

The feeling of being needed.

Kimimaro stared blankly at Aoba, a blush spreading across his cheeks at a visible speed.

He slowly lowered the bone knife in his hand, and the bone retracted back into his body.

Then, he nodded heavily and followed Qingye without hesitation.

Looking at Kimimaro following closely behind him, Aoba turned his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

He silently gave Orochimaru a thumbs up in his heart.

As expected of Orochimaru!

Many people's impression of Orochimaru is that of the most insane scientist in the ninja world, or a calamity-bringing wind that brings death.

But only those who truly understand the plot know that Orochimaru is also extremely skilled at abducting children!

His insight, in particular, is ridiculously sharp.

Those who catch his eye are all geniuses with top-tier talent and special bloodline limits.

The only time he failed was with Erzhuzi, which led to him finding himself a living father.

When it comes to kidnapping children, they really need to learn more from Orochimaru!

a few days later.

Aoba, along with Kisame Hoshigaki, Sachiko Sakai, and Shiro and Kimimaro, returned to the Island of Oblivion.

Orochimaru's gaze instantly locked onto the two children beside Aoba.

Those golden pupils suddenly contracted, and then he stuck out his long tongue again to wash his face, instantly leaving a very deep impression on the four newcomers.

Kisame Hoshigaki looked at Orochimaru and unconsciously revealed his shark teeth, clearly showing that he was still quite wary of Orochimaru.

"Hehehe—Aoba-kun, you've really had a very fruitful trip this time."

Orochimaru's gaze swept back and forth between Haku and Kimimaro.

That look made Bai feel a little uneasy, and he unconsciously leaned closer to Qingye.

Kimimaro didn't care. He could sense the ill intentions of the person in front of him, but strangely, there was no murderous intent.

It's unclear whether Orochimaru noticed something, but Aoba didn't seem to care at all.

Kidnapping children is a matter of skill; whoever kidnaps one first gets to keep the child.

"Alright, the child just arrived, don't frighten him."

Aoba waved his hand, signaling someone to take them to settle in first.

After everyone else had left, Aoba walked to the lab table and got straight to the point.

"Is the improvement to the cursed seal complete?"

When it came to serious matters, Orochimaru put away his perverted smile, walked to the incubation tank next to him, and handed a scroll to Aoba.

"It has been modified according to your requirements."

Aoba took the scroll, a glint of blue light flashing in his eyes.

The chip starts up instantly, rapidly scanning and analyzing the data on the reel.

A moment later, Qingye raised an eyebrow, a surprised smile appearing on her face.

"That's interesting."

Aoba looked at Orochimaru and exclaimed, "Your latest version of the cursed seal is remarkably similar to Tsunade's Yin Seal."

Orochimaru's original cursed seal was designed to facilitate his own resurrection and resurrection, and it contained a large number of Orochimaru's soul fragments and will.

The cursed seal has now been completely stripped of its soul-level components, becoming a pure "external chakra storage device".

"It's simply sealing and utilizing energy; there's nothing particularly advanced about it."

Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"In comparison, I'm more interested in that theory you mentioned to me last time —"

Instead of through brutal soul splitting, one transforms their own genes, memories, and even soul into something resembling a data file and implants it into another person's body.

"This 'data' will gradually thaw over time, or as the host's chakra is depleted during battle."

"The moment the data is completely thawed, the host's body will be completely replaced, thus achieving a true and flawless resurrection!"

Orochimaru became more and more excited as he spoke, and even his breathing became rapid.

"Aoba-kun, your concept is indeed much more elegant than my previous Immortal Reincarnation!"

Seeing Orochimaru's fanatical appearance, Aoba couldn't help but smile.

"So I've been looking for help."

Orochimaru stuck out his tongue again and washed his face, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Aoba-kun~ You're the kind of person who hates trouble, yet you always end up doing the most troublesome things."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's begin!"

Aoba stood up, her gaze becoming serious.

"First, restore the water to the eyes."

"Then, address your soul's problems."

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