And when at last the boy is his, Orochimaru finds that his talent search was not in vain and that Sasuke is everything he could want in a container. He has a grace that Orochimaru has seen in only one other, and that one bore the same name, the same cursed eyes as this one. Every movement is purposeful and never wasted, because Sasuke has already learned the value of conservatism in his fighting, although he still works to implement this fully.
Even when he is not fighting Sasuke’s walk is like watching water flow over a streambed. Every time he walks by, the Snake can’t help but hold his breath and watch, afraid that his breath will send ripples over the reflection in front of him.
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