Things unfolded precisely as Orochimaru had imagined.
Ever since Orochimaru arrived at the border of the Land of Rain and began accosting anyone he met to ask about the Akatsuki—and beating up any ninja he encountered along the way—he had been waiting for this. Today, two people quietly tracked him down.
At that moment, Orochimaru was sitting in the middle of a jungle, happily devouring a roasted chicken. He had no idea why he was so fond of eating chicken. Were snakes simply born with a special devotion to poultry? He could not figure it out, but in any case, the wild chickens tasted different all across the world. Perhaps years from now, he would even be able to write a memoir titled *Memories of a Deceased Chicken*.
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