Orochimaru wore a faint smile, his eyes holding a playful glint as he watched the thickening fog before him.
"To strike preemptively, and then remain calm and collected after a successful blow—truly a troublesome prey." He offered a detached commentary on their performance, much like a restaurant patron evaluating the food on their table.
He pinned Uchiha Sasuke with an aggressive gaze, then suddenly lifted his chin and opened his mouth wide. A body slick with thick, viscous fluid slowly slided out from within.
Chapter 39