In the 53rd year of Konoha, or alternatively, the 3rd year of the Northern Lands.
Pakura leaned against Orochimaru's chest, gazing at the lingering aura of passion hanging in the air. The two had just gone through a bout of intense exertion.
As the rain cleared and the weather turned fine, Orochimaru pulled out a cigarette and lit it for himself.
Chapter 185