Аннотация: Treatment of Orochimaru. And the agreement with him about Konoha and Sasuke.
Chapter 2. Treatment of Orochimaru.
It was not easy to bring Orochimaru back into the ranks of the active Shinobi. I had to go through several rather grueling procedures using medical seals. In the process, I almost learned firsthand what chakra exhaustion is. Slowly but surely, I grew new nerve endings and chakrocannels in my hands, then repaired the tissues. It's a tedious and painstaking task. Kabuto was always hanging around and helping as much as he could. I must give the bespectacled man his due - he is a first-class medic.I must give the bespectacled man his due - he is a first-class medic. Of course, it doesn't reach me. But he has every chance to be on the same level with me. Or maybe higher. However, he knows all this. Moreover, I didn't skimp on the praise. The guy started calling me sensei, but I don't mind. The boy should be tied to himself in order to avoid further problems.
Orochimaru was still a long way from making a full recovery. He will have to develop his practically new limbs for at least a month. But he could already move his arms. And he was terribly pleased with it. I did not allow Shizune to treat Sannin. She is a girl who is too correct and can do anything for the sake of higher goals. Don't tempt fate. When we get to Konoha, I'll take her to the hospital. Let him work there and not drip on my brain. The Hokage's assistant must be absolutely loyal to the Hokage, not to the village.
"Old friend, there is one small request", I was doing another therapy session on a man's hands. Yes, the initial treatment is almost finished. Soon, Orochimaru will be able to use his hands as before. But you'll have to train them all over again.
"Ku-u... I'm already afraid to ask what came into your head this time, old friend", The brunette lying on the bed returned the hairpin.
"Are you still sulking? Just think, she scared me. Who knew you were afraid of ghosts?" She shrugged her shoulders, continuing the healing effect of the medicine.
"I'm not afraid of ghosts," Orochimaru replied. Well, yes, well, yes. But you're squealing like a girl. But the thing was that one evening I decided to make fun of him and stumbled into his room under the henge of the Third, pretending to be a corpse not of the first freshness, who with the words "Give me your hands!" He slowly crawled towards Sannin's bed. Well, I was bored! Boring! And I have a good imagination. Who knew that the snake also has a good imagination. The man almost fell off the bed. He came to his senses, however, quickly, and I was almost beaten for bullying while I was laughing on the floor. "So what do you need this time?"
"It's like Sasuke's supposed to come to you soon..." I threw a test balloon.
"From where? You've been showing amazing awareness of a lot of things lately, though. You have good sources of information." That's right, it's better to let him think that I have an extensive network of spies.
"I'm trying. So, sooner or later, the guy will try to beat you up. He knows why you need him, and he's not happy about it. His dream is to kill Itachi, and Itachi is happy. So either you occupy his body or you kill him. Perpendicular to me. But the guy should never be on my horizon again." That's it, therapy is over for today. You can call Kabuto to bring lunch for Orochimaru. I would like to make sure that the bespectacled man has memorized everything correctly so that the recovery of Sannin's limbs continues at the same pace.
"Are you going to give up sharingan so easily?" The man twirled his hands, wiggled his fingers, checking fine motor skills. It's getting better and better every day. I'm a genius!
"I'd rather deal with Itachi than this petty vigilante. The older one messed with his brain so much that the younger one has no thoughts other than "Get power" and "Kill Itachi". Yes, and you walked with forged boots over his soul. It is not recommended to carry out psychocorrection under such conditions. It's easier to get rid of possible problems. And their quantity and quality are enormous with these introductory courses - no Kekkei Genkai will overshadow the likely consequences. I would rather lose a powerful clan, or rather a tiny one, striving for a negative value, the chance of its restoration, than condemn myself and the village to a possible war with a strong and insane opponent." Now we need to put the materials away from the prying eyes of Shizune. She's a good girl, but she's too proper. And he's already looking askance at my relationship with Orochimaru.
"I get you. In any case, I'll need the kid right before the body change."
"Don't forget to notify me when your henchmen come to the village for the boy. It's better to let everything go smoothly, and I won't have to sacrifice my people. Get out of here quietly, and only then, when it's too late to catch up, I'll develop a frenzy of activity to capture the escaped Uchiha. With zero results, of course. And no one will be late for your ritual." Yes, if Orochimaru's body change can be carried out immediately, then I generally avoid many problems. It's better to have a psychotic friend who is grateful to you than a revenge-obsessed boy.
"You've become a scary person," the brunette chuckled approvingly. Yes, I am generally evil on a global scale!
"Anyway, I'm a politician now. Or rather, I'm learning to be one. And you know perfectly well that you can't stay white and fluffy here. Also, try not to kill Itachi. I have plans for the older Uchiha. But he will come for your life when he finds out that you have absorbed Sasuke." Well, I've put everything away in hiding places. I've sealed some things in scrolls. Now I am clean before the law.
"Are you sure you can talk him into it?"
"There are always options." If I dig out Shitsuye's eye from Danzo, I'll talk him into it anyway. And you can help me with that. Orochimaru grinned slyly. Looks like we were thinking the same thing. But if there are more problems with Itachi than there are profits, then I won't interfere with his death either. As it is, almost anything can be cured...
"Tell me, why is it still "Freedom"?" Suddenly, the man changed the subject. What is he talking about now? Ah! About Kanji in my Haori. Two years ago, due to a fundamental change in my personality, my appearance underwent a major change. Yes, I don't look much like my old self. My hair is now tied up in a high ponytail, I prefer black leather pants and a T-shirt, dark blue haori on top, and comfortable flat sandals on my feet. Nothing superfluous, nothing for show. Well, now I always carry a gun with me. Two chakra-conducting kunai were waiting in the wings on his belt and a standard shinobi bag on his right leg.
"How can I explain it to you. Freedom is an unattainable goal, the end." It's a holy thing to load your neighbor. I sat down on the chair next to the bed again. There is no truth in the legs.
"Hold on. But you're free now. You live as you want, you do what you want..." The man was surprised. If only it were that simple, Orochimaru. I think you just haven't really thought about it. I was all about achieving his goal.
"No. Man is never free. We are constantly within the limits. The most obvious ones are family, friends, clan, and the state. And if you break those boundaries, you'll fall into new ones, much harder. Those that a person sets for himself. Morality, strength, time, responsibility, duty, habits, faith. A person is never free. It is not for nothing that death has always been considered complete freedom." I looked with interest at the change of emotions in the eyes of an old acquaintance. There is usually nothing to read on the face of this snake except a slight mockery.
"Do you want to die?"
"No, of course not. I'm pushing myself into new frames. This is life."
"You know, you're going to break my brain with your homegrown philosophy sooner or later." the patient gave birth with a hiss. Yes, we women are so weird...
"But how beautiful it sounds!" I called happy Kabuto. The guy was running around with new techniques, like with a written bag. He worked off all his free time so as not to let his master down. I'm jealous! Where, that's where, in what parts did Orochimaru get such a loyal assistant for him personally? While Sannin was eating, the boy did not take his devoted gaze off him.
"Hmm, Jiraiya will be arriving soon." The man looked up from the rice and fish. Yakushi exclusively prepared the Sound for the chapter. I was already busy, and we didn't really trust Shizune. Of course, I can remove any poison, but it's better not to tempt fate.
"Yes, it's time for you to leave slowly. I have trained your assistant in everything necessary for further therapy. So before you know it, your hands will be back to normal. Really, Kabuto-kun?" The guy nodded happily in response. He actually had a holiday on the street unexpectedly. You managed to learn so many new things from me! Yes, he won't betray you until you betray him.
"Will you tell our mutual friend that you helped me for old times' sake?" Orochimaru finished his meal and handed the tray of dishes to the medic.
"Why admit something outright? Don't we know how devoted he was to his teacher? I'd rather tell him that I owed you a life debt. You can't argue with that."
A day later, we said goodbye to Orochimaru and Kabuto, very pleased with each other. The men went back to the Sound. He took my genetic material with him, and sent a jar of blood to the common people. I had to draw it out. A deal is a deal. The snake almost dropped saliva on her. An experimental maniac. When the guests had disappeared, Shizune sighed happily, as if breathing the same air as snake sannin was hard for her. Still, the girl doesn't understand what "necessary" is yet. And I'm not going to give her a chance to understand. The student will go to run the hospital and won't get in my way. I barely managed to shake off her questions "Why did I help the enemy of the village?". I had to plead a long-standing debt and all that. I think I swallowed that explanation, too.
And so, over evening tea and gatherings with Tonton, causing me a sense of deja vu, two people appeared in front of me on the porch. The teacher and his student. Something drew me to the wrong steppe.