The first time he met Sasuke, the boy was a prideful twelve-year-old but knew things a twelve-year-old should not know. His hands knew killing and death and the cold steel of a weapon, and his heart knew hatred and vengeance, and Orochimaru had never seen anything so beautiful than this boy who had been forced to grow into a man far too quickly. But such was a shinobi’s fate; children died, and men and women lived, and survived to bring more men and women fully-grown into the world.
The snake saw things in the colors of intensity, and to his trained eye for talent Sasuke burned bright enough to make him gasp and recoil.
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