Tedious Relocation
Being constantly on the move used to be something he enjoyed. Going from anywhere to anywhere always heralded new things to see and new people to pick apart. Orochimaru had never quite felt what others would consider ‘at home' much of anywhere, even knowing every crevice of Konohagakure. No one spot ever held more comfort for him than any other place he'd have to rest his head.
But now it seemed to be something tedious. Now he was wandering freely at his own leisure less and less. Orochi found himself enjoying the time he got to sit in one spot, wretched or decadent as it may be. Travel for work is always less enjoyable than travel for fun. There was a broad range of what the Snake Sannin considered fun. A lot of it would not fall under any one else's definition of the word. Perhaps it was just psychosomatic: once something you enjoyed was on a fixed schedule it was less enjoyable. Perhaps it was just the reasons. Perhaps it was both.
A logical security measure, migrating from base to base. It worked incredibly well so far. Every now and then one of his bases, functional or abandoned, was stumbled upon by other country’s authorities and of course he himself was never there. At this rate no one would ever catch him at home, so to speak. Even if they did it was easy enough to slip out the back and push the self destruct button.
It was fun, being himself.
Orochimaru was just trying to enjoy being outside at the time being. He was by himself this time. His high profile subordinates were accompanying the caravan traveling north to the outermost edges of Fire Country & Rain. Sometimes he’d have his bodyguards with him but sometimes, like today, they’d stay with the caravan which took a different path.
That caravan itself was of minimal importance. It was mainly to distract anyone bright enough to figure out the serpent was on the move and direct them away from their actual target. Stationing his people around it made it much more convincing whilst he himself took a different, much more obscure route. He judged arriving at his destination in the dead hours of the impending night.
Orochi eyed the dark clouds in the distance trying to pour themselves over the mountain range. “A little rain never hurt anyone.” he mused as he continued to weave through the trees with a well-practiced effortless elegance.