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Japanese shodo scrolls and old books, photographed by D. Watson.
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hc that they used to support each other a lot before the war, especially in a nonverbal way
Just noticed how Tsunade seemed kinda reserved with Jiraiya in her arc (and not only there) but when she was talking about Nawaki and Dan to Orochimaru she allowed herself to be very emotional
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One single second
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Orochimaru.
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🐍O r o c h i m a r u🐍
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|| What were your feelings on Nawaki dying, when he was supposed to be safe under your leadership?
The Snake Sage would rather not talk about his...feelings on the matter. Though if they could be described in a a word, he would prefer ‘numb’. 
Nawaki’s death had been a miscalculation on his part. The boy wasn’t supposed to die - Orochimaru had made very careful with his Genin team, since it was the first set of lives he had been entrusted with. As a Konoha shinobi, he was nothing if not loyal to the village but his Genin team was his second family after the idiots he called teammates. 
Nawaki wasn’t supposed to die. Despite the fact that it happened during war, despite the fact that Orochimaru had been careful enough to have his team skirt the frontlines rather than risk engaging the enemy directly. 
He should have been more careful - maybe if he had anticipated the traps before Nawaki had jumped in...iie, like I said, it was a miscalculation. One that cost him his faith in humanity and the resilience of human beings. 
Humans are frail creatures, after all. 
Needless to say, the guilt is one of the reasons he still keeps the Senju’s cells in a special, sealed scroll. Nobody, perhaps not even Tsunade, is aware that when he promised to bring her lover and brother back, he wasn’t entirely referring to the Nindaime’s forbidden technique. 
The guilt is a constant thorn prickling the back of his subconscious. 
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Dango skewers? Psh. Child’s play coming from an overgrown, biological repository of a brat.
“Who do you think ensured you had the time to begin with, my dear?” 
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The answer is a barrage of dango skewers being hurled his way, followed by a storm of curse words.
“And who the fuck told you to intrude on MY time, sensei dearest?”
If only her skill with poison was enough to let her dip her words in it too.
@better-than-the-basilisk​
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“Heavens forbid the world’s fate if you two ever spend time productively.” Came the dry drawl as pale digits lingered over his mouth; an unsuccessful attempt at stifling yet another yawn.
“Just kill him or break his face already.”
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comchancanhblog:
伝説の三忍ろぐ
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The slug that somehow manages to find him and has the skill to drop directly on his head was chosen for one specific reason - its excessive sliminess. The note it brought with it read: I get it that you're a creep - yet that's no excuse to keep lurking around. As for the pictures, they do exist. Within a volt only the Hokage as access to. That means NOT you.
Unimpressed, nimble fingers gingerly pull the slimy slug away from his head, serpentine hues staring a stark contrast from the miniature-Katsuyu’s annoyingly sunny disposition. 
“...”
“...”
Cue a note that was offered to the summons to take back to her silly summoner.
Either you destroy them or I will. 
I’m bored. 
He would have preferred sending a grass snake but this was an apt means of communication, since Manda had been pouting over the lack of sacrifices as of late. 
Of course, he could have chanced a visit himself but that would mean using energy that was better spent somewhere else. 
@senjutsunade
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Sticky note attached to Godaime’s Log featuring cursive handwriting: 
That’s because Orochimaru is indeed the most terrifying thing to ever grace the feeble minds that make the entirety of a dim-witted village. Between the residents and that fool of a toad, they probably share one collective neuron. 
What pictures? The world will never know, princess. 
Godaime Log
Day 92 since Hokagedom
Konoha thinks of Orochimaru as the most terrifying thing, following the Suna attack. And they haven’t even seen him in rage over Jiraiya stealing his shampoo, yet. 
I have a feeling sensei died because he threatened to make Oro’s pictures with his missing milk teeth public….I support the killing if that’s the case. Those pictures shouldn’t even exist!! Oro isn’t the only one in them!!
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He could still hear the echos of their dying screams, see those blasted speckles of red that simply refused to fade from his vision and the numerous body bags that lined the inside of those kami-forsaken trenches. The very same trenches that had been meant for defense, yet they were turned into storage units of excess limbs and flesh; a quantity well beyond the facilities of any hospital or research center. 
As heartless as he had convinced himself to be; steeled himself to see those bloodied limbs, even the legendary Snake summoner hadn’t been immune when those dreaded bags of decaying flesh had moved; patients too sick to be treated, too far gone to waste medical resources on.
Ah, but they had been alive. 
Compared to that, the lone Suna nin strapped to the table could very well have been enjoying a stroll in the Daimyo’s flower gardens. Bored brown hues met his own, one brow arching slightly, “Are you going to get on with it or what? My mission is in two days.”
Ah yes. “Exhibition of different chakra natures, hm?” He said, tone as smooth as silk as serpentine hues examined the man-- no, boy’s reflection in his scalpel. He was barely fourteen, having recently been promoted to chunin, according to his file. 
“Hai. And no, just wind and fire.” There was an excited tilt at the mention of fire, “You know those Konoha nin...reports said we might encounter them on the way and I’d like to give them what for...” trailing off, the man shot him a smirk, undoubtedly already imagining the hearty celebrations of his impending triumph. 
What for, indeed, came the equally dry thought. Honestly, it was buffoons like this that reminded him of those arrogant little twits on the battlefield; young, full of ill placed ambitions, as if their sole efforts would garner a Kage’s personal favor. 
He had been there, of course - at the end of those personal favors and more, if he dared declare it. The Sandaime had been nothing if not a gracious benefactor, his ridiculous council of wrinkled playmates even more so. 
“This might hurt a little.” He monotoned without a hint of remorse, internally reveling at the worried frown that pinched his client’s face. 
---Or a lot. His screams would be a welcome addition to the eternal conundrum he had doomed himself to. 
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Free-spirit
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 @uchihaa-itachi​, @konohagakurekakashi​, @minaa-munch​, @better-than-the-basilisk​, @jiraiya-legendary-sannin​, @himekushinada​, @strawberry-medic, @serpent-spurned​​ @swirleysarefun
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Well well, what do we have here?
Mitarashi-sama; Konoha’s Mistress and Snake Whisperer - at your service. Contact for all source of mischief and torment. Will give you Nightmares and Life-time Trauma, free of cost.
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@konohagakurekakashi​ || @uchihaa-itachi​ || @minaa-munch​ || @better-than-the-basilisk​ || @jiraiya-legendary-sannin​
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