MM Racing Chapter 442 Rescue
Chapter 442 Rescue
In the training grounds of that mysterious and solemn place, sunlight streamed down, casting a golden glow on the ground. Kimimaro, dressed in a black training uniform, stood tall and straight in the center of the arena. He closed his eyes, focusing intently on sensing the flow of natural energy around him and striving to draw it into his body for refining.
Kimimaro was one of Orochimaru's most loyal and outstanding subordinates. However, despite his unwavering loyalty and dedication, his training progress remained unsatisfactory, filling him with frustration and resentment. Once, he was the most powerful among Orochimaru's many subordinates, renowned for his exceptional talent and unwavering perseverance.
But life is unpredictable. He later resolutely abandoned the traditional ninja training system and devoted himself to the cultivation system. He thought he could gain greater power and achieve a higher level of breakthrough, but unexpectedly, his cultivation speed became stagnant, as if he were stuck in quagmire. Every time he tried to absorb natural energy, it was as if an invisible resistance was blocking his progress, making him feel frustrated and anxious. This situation has persisted for a long time and has now become a lingering shadow in his heart, making him more and more eager to find a way to increase his cultivation speed and regain his former invincible self.
Therefore, during this period, Kimimaro was like a raging fire ignited deep within his heart, constantly maintaining a state of striving and ambition. He seized every second, daring not to slacken for even a moment, regarding every minute and second as a precious opportunity to improve his strength, and never wasting a single moment.
Whether it's the first rays of sunlight in the morning or the stillness of the night, Kimimaro can always be seen diligently training. He might be practicing his moves alone in the mountains and forests, his movements as swift and agile as a ghost; or he might be sitting cross-legged in a quiet place, concentrating his mind and energy, sensing the flow and changes of power within his body.
Kimimaro knew that only by putting in far more effort and sweat than ordinary people could he possibly regain Orochimaru's approval and become his most outstanding subordinate once again. To this end, he endured physical exhaustion and pain, pushing his limits time and again. No matter how great the difficulties and setbacks, he never gave up, always gritting his teeth and persevering. Because in his heart, returning to Orochimaru's side and serving him was his greatest wish in life.
In that instant, Kimimaro, who was completely focused and giving his all, felt a strong, unexpected tremor surge within the deepest recesses of his soul. The tremor was like a lightning bolt striking his heart, instantly jolting him from his state of concentration.
Immediately afterward, he keenly realized that this tremor was actually a mysterious message transmitted by Orochimaru. Only he, who had spent a long time with Orochimaru and established a deep connection with him, could clearly perceive that unique fluctuation and frequency.
As Kimimaro fully immersed himself in this information, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had witnessed something shocking. The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly stood up. His movement was as swift as an enraged cheetah, unleashing astonishing power in an instant.
His figure moved with ghostly speed, reaching the door in the blink of an eye. Then, without hesitation, he sped down the mountain, his speed so fast that his form was almost invisible, leaving only a blurry afterimage that flashed through the air.
In that instant, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly surged into Kimimaro's mind. This force originated from the depths of Orochimaru's soul, like a message transcending time and space, clearly conveying an urgent situation to Kimimaro—Orochimaru was severely injured within the formation at the foot of the mountain, his life hanging by a thread, and he urgently needed Kimimaro's assistance!
Kimimaro's eyes widened, his heart filled with shock and worry. He knew all too well what Orochimaru meant to him—not just a mentor, but a family member. Now, with Orochimaru severely injured, he couldn't afford to sit idly by.
Kimimaro bit his lip, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. He silently vowed to reach the foot of the mountain as quickly as possible and ensure Orochimaru received timely treatment. Because in his heart, Orochimaru was everything, the very reason for his survival.
When Kimimaro arrived at the foot of the mountain at breakneck speed and successfully located Orochimaru's position using his keen senses, he was utterly stunned and horrified by the sight before him. Orochimaru lay sprawled beneath a large tree, covered in blood and grime, looking utterly wretched and miserable. His once pristine white clothes were now a shocking dark red stained with blood, and covered with wounds of various sizes, some so deep they exposed bone, from which blood continuously gushed, staining the surrounding ground crimson. Orochimaru's eyes were tightly closed, his face ashen, and his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible; he had clearly fallen into a deep coma, his fate unknown.
Seeing this scene, Kimimaro's heart tightened. He knew that every second counted and no time could be wasted. He rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, and bent down to carefully examine Orochimaru's condition. Orochimaru's face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and his body was motionless. However, when Kimimaro gently placed his hand near Orochimaru's nose, he could feel a faint, almost imperceptible breath. Realizing this, Kimimaro's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, eased slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he knew very well that although Orochimaru still had a glimmer of hope, he needed effective treatment as soon as possible. Therefore, without hesitation, he slung Orochimaru over his shoulder and ran with all his might towards the main hall at the mountain peak. Along the way, he moved with lightning speed, hoping to reach his destination as soon as possible so that his companions could lend a hand and provide emergency treatment to Orochimaru.
As Kimimaro struggled to support the weak and dying Orochimaru, slowly making his way towards the hall along the path, the others around them noticed the unusual situation. Their eyes widened in astonishment, their mouths agape, as if they could fit an egg inside.
It's important to know that Orochimaru has always been recognized as one of the most powerful figures in this training ground, having already broken through to the Golden Core stage. His unpredictable strength and profound power strike fear into the hearts of countless people, and even those self-proclaimed experts dare not be the slightest bit careless when facing him.
Yet now, this once awe-inspiring and powerful figure was utterly wretched, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, struggling even to stand. His eyes, no longer sharp and bright, were filled with weariness and despair, as if the flame of his life was about to be extinguished. Seeing this, a profound shock and bewilderment welled up within everyone present. What kind of enemy could have wounded Orochimaru in such a state? This mystery hung like a heavy cloud over everyone's hearts, sending chills down their spines.
Upon hearing this shocking news, Kabuto Yakushi and the others rushed to the scene immediately, eager to check on Orochimaru's condition. Kabuto, in particular, a former medical ninja, was extremely anxious. He dashed to the front with lightning speed and began to meticulously examine Orochimaru's injuries.
Kabuto was completely focused and meticulous. His sharp, professional eyes scanned Orochimaru from top to bottom and left to right, leaving no detail unchecked. He first gently touched Orochimaru's wounds to assess their severity; then he lifted Orochimaru's eyelids to observe his pupils; finally, he bent down and placed his ear close to Orochimaru's chest to listen to his heartbeat... He performed each examination with utmost care and precision.
After a long and tense examination, Kabuto's tense face finally relaxed slightly, and he involuntarily let out a long sigh. Orochimaru's condition was indeed quite wretched; his body was covered in wounds of all sizes, dripping with blood, a gruesome sight. However, thankfully, although Orochimaru appeared to be in dire straits, his life was not in danger, and these injuries were not life-threatening. In other words, as long as Orochimaru could be reassured and given enough time to rest and recuperate, he would surely make a full recovery in time.
After a meticulous and thorough examination, Kabuto solemnly recounted Orochimaru's condition to everyone present. Hearing Kabuto's description, the tension in everyone's hearts eased, but they were still far from completely at ease. A mixture of worry and doubt lingered on each person's face.
Orochimaru has successfully broken through to the Golden Core stage, and his strength is terrifying! Even the renowned and awe-inspiring Kage of the major ninja villages would probably be helpless against Orochimaru at this moment and would be unable to pose the slightest threat to him.
In the general perception, Orochimaru undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the ninja world, becoming the most powerful and mysterious being. It seems that no one or force in the world can shake him in the slightest, let alone pose even the slightest threat to him.