@dragon-coil -- ;
Of the shinobi whom had survived long enough through the war to its end, whom had been in Amegakure, Orochimaru was one of three or so. And the drive to know if her son was even alive was something she couldn’t wait around to pan out with time. She was a Leaf-nin, had a place to live, and lived according to the barriers set by the village she’d managed to surmount. Of course, only shinobi who were Jounin or higher could be granted leave so easily, as someone like her wasn’t quite there--or would ever be, really. But, she had to try--for her son’s sake.
It was with reservation that the Uzumaki approached the Sannin, knowing that dodging away would help no one.
“Excuse me, Orochimaru-sama... when you were in Ame, did you see anyone with hair like mine?”
