svetikya Chapter 2 Orochimaru, the Innately Evil Little Wizard
Chapter 2 Orochimaru, the Innately Evil Little Wizard
Orochimaru did not get the answer he wanted.
His new body's father was so frightened he fainted.
He shook his head helplessly, grabbed the man by the collar, and dragged him out of the kitchen like a corpse.
Upon entering the living room, Orochimaru waved his right hand.
Bang!
The man was thrown out like a cannonball, crashing into the underside of the sofa.
He groaned, but did not wake up.
Orochimaru was not surprised by this, as he had interrogated many ninjas from other villages when he was in Konoha.
When the ninjas could no longer resist, they would habitually pretend to faint in order to buy time.
Fortunately, he has more important things to do now.
巳-未-申-亥-午-寅-子-丑-寅-卯-辰-巳-午-未-申-酉-戌-亥!
Orochimaru skillfully executed a barrier ninjutsu consisting of a total of eighteen hand seals.
This barrier is far weaker than the one set up by the Konoha Barrier Team, but given his limited chakra, he has no choice but to settle for second best.
After all, even the worst barrier warning is still a warning.
Jiraiya didn't understand this principle when he first went on a mission, so by the time he discovered the Cloud Village ninjas who had snuck up on him, he already had several kunai stuck to his butt.
Orochimaru was taken aback when he thought of this.
"Is it the effect of my new body's bloodline limit that causes me to intermittently recall things from the past?"
Orochimaru was surprised by the sudden surge of nostalgia in his mind, but it did not affect the actions of his hands.
He is a ninja.
The best thing a ninja can do is to slit the throat of an enemy while shedding tears for the death of his comrades.
After setting up the barrier and establishing the most basic warning, Orochimaru decided to interrogate the father of this new body again.
He returned to the man's side, twirling the kitchen knife he had previously chosen, which resembled a kunai.
"First, the toes; the little toe doesn't affect walking."
Orochimaru spoke calmly, then raised his sword and brought it down.
Click!
The man's left little toe flew off instantly.
"Next is..."
"Ah!!! No, Slack, stop! I'm your father!" the man cried out in pain.
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, and after comparing the before and after, he confirmed the information:
The new body's name is Slack, and he is this man's son.
Orochimaru, however, seemed not to hear his new body's father's screams at all, and continued to slide the kunai-shaped cleaver in his hand.
This time, the cleaver reached the man's right little toe.
"Dad, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."
Orochimaru spoke gently, then swiftly brought his sword down!
Click!
Another piece of his little finger flew off, followed by a spray of blood from the wound.
This time, the man stopped saying he was Orochimaru's father. He curled up like a boiled shrimp, gasping for breath.
The first priority of interrogation is to make your victim understand that you don't want information, you just enjoy torturing people.
Orochimaru recalled the Second Hokage's insights that he had imparted to the Konoha interrogation team, and couldn't help but smile wryly.
The Second Hokage was truly a kind and good person.
Orochimaru sighed for a moment, then continued to look at his new body's father with a smile.
The man, who was gasping for breath, was hunched over like a boiled shrimp. But the moment his gaze met Orochimaru's, he was so frightened that he stopped gasping.
He desperately suppressed his pain, to the point that his lips turned blue and he began to tremble uncontrollably.
It's ready.
Orochimaru slowly nodded and said softly:
"Do you remember the questions I asked you earlier?"
"Britain! Privet Road is in Britain! The five major powers you mentioned are the five permanent members of the UN Security Council! As far as I know, they are the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union, China, and France!"
"And ninjas! I know ninjas! They were assassins from ancient Japan!"
The man spoke rapidly, as if afraid that if he spoke too slowly he would lose another toe.
only……
These answers were somewhat beyond Orochimaru's imagination.
He frowned almost imperceptibly, suppressing his doubts, then forced a relaxed and gentle smile and continued his interrogation:
"So, what do you think is the reason I treated you this way today?"
The man didn't know.
But he needs to know!
The man's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally settling on the calendar hanging on the wall.
October 1991, 6!
The date was circled in red.
This is today's date.
Upon realizing this, the man's face immediately contorted in pain.
"Today is June 30th, your eleventh birthday!" the man exclaimed excitedly.
That's strange...
He clearly wanted to kill his son, who possessed a bloodline limit, but at this moment, a trace of guilt appeared on his face.
Orochimaru calmly looked at the father of the new body and slowly nodded.
"You're right, so please do what a father should do and prepare for me..."
Orochimaru glanced out the window.
The sun had just risen above the horizon; it was early morning.
"Birthday breakfast!"
Upon hearing this, the man immediately got up.
However, to avoid touching his wound, he had to turn his feet inward and slowly move towards the kitchen.
But just then, Orochimaru's voice suddenly rang out.
"Wait a moment!"
The man's body stiffened as if he had been electrocuted.
The next second, he heard an owl hoot coming from his own chimney.
He turned around instinctively and witnessed a scene he would never forget.
Orochimaru flicked his right hand, and the cleaver shot out like a bullet, embedding itself in the forehead of the owl that emerged from the chimney.
"Take this away, as an extra meal," Orochimaru ordered.
The man dared not delay, and enduring the pain, picked up the lifeless owl, only to see the letter clutched in the owl's foot.
The recipient was his own son.
"Slack, yes, I have your letter."
"Open it and put it on the table."
Orochimaru spoke calmly, without moving an inch.
Once the man had disappeared from his sight, Orochimaru stood up, frowning as he examined the blood-stained letter spread out on the table.
In fact, he had already sensed the owl's presence through the barrier.
In his mind, this owl should be something like a reconnaissance ninja beast.
The owl then flew right into his current home.
Then this is no ordinary ninja beast; it is very likely to have a self-destruct function, such as a ninja beast carrying explosive tags.
That's why he acted so decisively and had his new body's father pick up the ninja beast to prevent himself from being attacked by ninjutsu.
But now it seems...
"Just a messenger?"
Orochimaru frowned, a slight smirk creeping onto his lips. He suspected he was being overly tense; perhaps the danger here wasn't as great as he imagined.
With a hint of self-reflection, Orochimaru looked at the letter spread out on the table.
Following the usual practice of ninja reconnaissance, Orochimaru refined the information:
A magic school called Hogwarts invited him to enroll.
The headmaster's name is Dumbledore, and the vice-headmaster's name is Minerva McGonagall.
The school required students to bring their own magic items, textbooks, and uniforms. The list was very long, but Orochimaru memorized it all.
The letter also specifically stated that a professor would come to take her and her family to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary items.
Orochimaru's snake-like eyes narrowed, confirming that his earlier tension was just right, because this place was indeed very dangerous.
After all, even the Konoha Ninja Academy only required freshmen to bring ninja tools to school during the Fourth Shinobi World War.
The main reason for doing this is to make it easier for students to go to the battlefield at any time.
After careful consideration, Orochimaru gained a rudimentary understanding.
first……
This is definitely not the ninja world I live in. I need to gather as much information about the new world as possible.
Secondly...
It's still dangerous here. As a "ninja" with a "bloodline limit," once you enter the "ninja school" called Hogwarts, you have to be ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
Therefore, the best response is to give the professor who comes to pick you up a little shock, so that he realizes your magnanimity.
After all, the first batch of soldiers sent to the battlefield were cannon fodder with no training value.
With his plan in mind, Orochimaru relaxed for once and began to admire the invitation to the "Ninja Academy" in the other world.
The snake, lion, eagle, and badger form the "family crest" of the "Ninja Academy".
The snake was silver and not very attractive.
When I have the chance, I want to change this snake, preferably to pure white.
Orochimaru secretly plotted.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall burst into Dumbledore's office looking nervous and started yelling at the White Lord, who was happily sipping his honey tea.
"Albus, I think you should know something about this! It seems we've invited someone..."
Professor McGonagall paused abruptly as she spoke.
She didn't know how to organize her thoughts. She knew that as a professor, she shouldn't be prejudiced against the students about to enroll.
but……
But what that student did was horrifying!
Even the mysterious man from back then never killed the messenger owl with a kitchen knife!
This is simply... simply...
He's practically a born evil little black wizard!
"Minerva, I think you're overreacting." Dumbledore's firm and steady gaze passed through the small round glasses perched on his nose. "I already know what Mr. Anguis did. From what I understand, he has been abused by his biological father, which is why he did such an extreme thing."
"It's Slack Anguill, both his first and last names mean 'snake'!" Professor McGonagall emphasized. "You must go and fetch him yourself; you mustn't let him go astray!"
"I have more important things to do."
"What could be more important than your students, Albus!"
a lot of……
Dumbledore sighed softly, but did not refute Professor McGonagall's question.
He knew that part of the reason he avoided picking up the child in person was because he was afraid of repeating the same mistake.
When he picked up Tom Riddle, who is Voldemort, he used violence to intimidate him, which instead aroused his desire for power.
So this time, Dumbledore decided to try a different approach.
"For a newborn from a Muggle family, their first encounter with magic is of paramount importance," Dumbledore said slowly. "The person I've sent has a similar background and family to Mr. Anguill. I believe he will be able to appease Mr. Anguill and guide him onto the right path."
"Who are you talking about, Albus?" Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, hardly believing the name that came to mind.
Dumbledore nodded sincerely, confirming Professor McGonagall's conjecture:
"You guessed it, Minerva. It's Snape."