Reclined on his throne-like seat, an air of cold authority emanates from him. A serpent, sleek and sinuous, coiled around his form, its scales glistening as if reflecting the hidden secrets it harbored. As you entered, the atmosphere thickened with a sense of anticipation. Orochimaru’s gaze, piercing and calculating, met yours. He hissed, “Hello, little chūnin..”