Chapter-110

Their village had been invaded, their best ninjas stood no chance against the one person who had infiltrated their lair, and now had infiltrated their laboratory.

Orochimaru, for the first time in a long time, put his investigation aside to focus only on the person who was approaching.

His steps stopped, and he let the body of a Kunoichi fall heavily.

"I-I brought you... I brought you to the... let me go."

The eyes of the Sennin of the snakes swelled with surprise, seeing how, in such a crude and barbaric way, the head of one of his many Kunoichi of Sound was crushed under the foot of the Sennin of the toads, who had a deadly expression on his face.

"I never thought I would see you like this, old friend."

"I'm not your friend."

"Oh? Why so serious?" Even if he had a mocking smile on his lips, inside he was very concerned to see a side of his former teammate that he had never seen until now.

"You were the cause of all this," Jiraiya murmured heavily, and with heavy steps, he approached the Sennin of the snakes, to be face to face with him.

"You are giving me too much credit, Jiraiya. I only influenced the Uchiha, and I will not deny it to you. When I found out that Kushina would have a son, I was very excited, thinking that I would finally have a body that would give me the resistance, vitality, and chakra that I always wanted."

A vessel like Uzumaki Naruto would have been as or even more valuable than Uchiha Sasuke's body. With all the Uzumaki features he had, Orochimaru was sure that a body like that would last him a few decades, and with that chakra, the techniques they could handle would have no limits.

It was a shame that Minato had chosen to make his son a Jinchuriki.

"I have forgiven your life many times, but today will not be the same."

"Oh, yes? My dear Jiraiya, before our fight begins, I want to ask you just one question... Why are they hypocrites?"

"…"

"You and Princess Tsunade cry over the death of that brat, as if you had cared for him all your lives, when we know very well that you were only present less than a year ago."

"..." Those words, it didn't seem like it, but they had affected the wise man of the toads, who tried to keep a cold mask.

"What do you want to prove now, Jiraiya? That you will do justice for the life of a boy you barely know? He was the son of a student who was like the son you never had, and you... you just came to visit him. What? When he was 12 years old?"

"That decision did not correspond to me."

"You're pathetic, Jiraiya..."

"..." From the expression the toad sage had, Orochimaru knew he had struck a chord.

"Do you know what the biggest difference is between you and me? That, if I had been in your place, I would not have hesitated for a second to go to that village, break the necks and heads of whoever it was necessary to take that child into my custody. But you had to follow the orders of that geezer Hiruzen, who, instead of keeping his promise to take care of his Yondaime's son, ended up ruining everything."

"You know nothing!"

"Please, I am more than just someone obsessed with knowledge and jutsus. I am also interested in people and seeing how they react to the adversities that come their way. And you know what else?"

"…" Jiraiya didn't like the snake Sennin's smile at all.

"If I appeared before that boy when he was sleeping in that cold and dirty apartment with rotten food and spoke to him with nice words, I would have a Jinchuriki as my right hand. Yes, he has so much loyalty to a village that treated him like garbage. Imagine what his loyalty would be to the only person who offered him something more than just being a failed orphan."

"Orochimaru!" He no longer wanted to listen to anything else. They had attacked with a Rasengan and destroyed the head of his former teammate, but his hands were not stained with blood, but with mud.

In the corner of the room, Orochimaru appeared again.

"That boy grew up in solitude, only with the support of a ramen cook and his daughter who felt sorry for him. The rest of the village did not treat him like trash; he was ignored as if he did not exist, and they denied his existence. Is being cruel, and I was the only monster in Konoha?"

Jiraiya fired a large fireball, which destroyed the mud clone, only for several more to appear from every corner of the room.

"You lost a great shinobi, who had enough talent and heart to make one of the greatest heroes this continent had ever seen. But, you know something... you did me a favor by letting him die."

"I don't want to see how everything would have been if that boy had had a good teacher, how strong he would have become if his talent was exploited correctly."

"You could have done more, Jiraiya. Even if you had taken him away when he was a baby and raised him among prostitutes and alcohol, it would have been a better life than the one he had in that village."

"But you always rejected responsibility, Jiraiya. Why do you think Tsunade never saw you as more than a friend? Why didn't she see you as someone who could take the responsibility of being a husband, of being a father?"

"You could have been Hokage, changed things, but you decided it was better to satisfy your morbidity by atoning for women in the baths. Do you know how many things would have changed if you had only stayed in the village until Kushina had her child?"

"You could have at least saved the Uzumaki; you could have given that boy the knowledge of what it is to have a mother. We had our mothers for a short time before we were orphans, but it is worse to never have had her and never feel the warm hug that only a mother can give."

"You haven't changed, Jiraiya. Even if you are stronger than me, you are still a perverted loser who runs away every time responsibility knocks on your door. You are a failure... and you will always be a failure."

"I said shut up!" Slamming his hands on the ground, the sage made the entire laboratory shake, and flesh began to appear everywhere.

He had summoned the stomach of a toad and confined both Sennin in the narrow place.

Or at least that was the idea; the last clone of Orochimaru melted into mud, revealing that behind him, there was a small hole.

Orochimaru burst out of the ground hundreds of meters away, leaving behind a devastated Jiraiya, who felt worse than he had ever felt in his life.

...

"Any relevant news?"

"We have infiltrated the toad mountain, and indeed, his name is not on the summoners' table. The Uzumaki boy is dead," reported Zetsu, who completely left the earth to be among the members of Akatsuki. It's been a long time since everyone gets together physically in one place.

It was nothing less than to discuss the loss of one of the pieces of his plan.

"What are we going to do now that he's dead? I'd hate to wait for the nine-tailed fox to start reforming again," complained Sasori, who took the trouble to get out of his puppet and show his true face to the others.

"There aren't many other options, hmmm."

"When they killed the Mizukage, it took two years for the Three-Tailed Biju to reappear," Kisame thought out loud. The rebirth of the bijus was sometimes very arbitrary; there have been cases that in months after the death of the Biju, this will appear again in months, or others that take up to decades.

"Will we be inactive until that period of time?" Itachi asked calmly, who, as always, showed the perpetual expression of coldness that he had.

"For now, yes." Taking the floor, Pein made all the members of his organization look at him, being the Rinnegan user, who took one last look at the dark silhouette that was hiding somewhere in the cave, with a Sharingan that glowed in the darkness. "We will take a few years to wait for the rebirth of the Kyubi, and that will be when the 'Moon Eye' plan begins."

The talk ended, with all the members of the organization leaving. For them, the death of the Uzumaki meant nothing more than a brief delay in their plans.

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