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ONPASSIVE ja oma tietoturvasi
Keskeisenä ideana on, että ONPASSIVE tarjoaa erittäin turvallisen alustan, joka suojaa henkilö- ja yritystietoja varkauksilta ja varmistaa käyttäjille täydellisen hallinnan ja luottamuksen. ONPASSIVE tarjoaa turvallisen alustan, jossa on lukuisia etuja, mukaan lukien pääsy OES-taustatoimistoon ja ekosysteemiin. ONPASSIVE:n avulla hallitset täysin henkilökohtaisia tietojasi, toisin kuin muut…
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Boredom was a dangerous thing.
Most of the world's population thought they knew this and thought they understood it. Most people agonize over autumn nights that never seem to end or whine about having nowhere to be. Most of those people did not know Orochimaru. If idle hands were the Devil's plaything his idle mind was essentially a portal to hell.
People that had been in close contact with him for extended periods of time knew this but they did not know the half of it. Luckily most of anything that sprang to his mind were just scraps of ideas or musings. He kept his thoughts to himself. After all, once something is spoken it cannot be unheard. Just throwing his own personal thoughts out to the sharks like that was a highly offensive idea to his warped sense of right and wrong.
Still. No one was brave enough to give him suggestions without fear of immediate disembowelment.
And Konohakagure still had spotty security.
Surely it was a little better now that Princess was the Hokage. Sarutobi Sensei liked the idea of taking in anyone that needed a village but not everyone coming in liked the idea of the village. The old man's head had always been so far up in a bright future he often did not look back down at the sobering ground. Tsunade was a sensible, albeit temperamental, woman.
His forged numbers and porcelain mask were still enough to get him through the gates under the guise of a wandering bard.
Last time he was bored and anywhere near here he'd murdered two kages and scarred a couple thousand people for life. Though there were a few hitches it was still satisfactory and got the secondary and primary jobs done. He shouldn't relish teaching people that chaos happens and they'll have to deal with it. But he really does.
No, nothing dramatic today. Today a little bit of intel gathering on the networks of citizens and districts. Perhaps that's just what he told himself. Being born and "Raised" here, his information on it was thorough but a little dated. He was just very curious to see how Tsunade's influence seeped into the average denizens.
He wasn't even carrying much on him: paper, brushes, a couple of knives, a small zither to be believable. Though he supposed one didn't really need to pack much when you can summon your preferred weapon from your esophagus.
Best of all, he'd come by himself. If he didn't hate what this village pretended to stand for so much it would be a nice vacation from any nagging subordinates.