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Dropping her off at Uzushio one morning without so much as a word as the last trial for the place as the man’s apprentice wasn’t very nice of Orochimaru, but Anko supposed that nothing was.
Really, if it weren’t for the hallucinations, she would’ve been fine and dandy. It was a rather nice place for a vacation, what with the sandy beaches and azure sea, if you could look past the rubble and skeletons, of course.
“You’re not interested in the temple?” the Uzumaki woman disturbed Anko’d thoughts, approaching her silently on no feet at all.
Anko’s heart skipped a beat at the Uzumaki’s unnoticeable entrance. “No.” She turned around on the cliff she was looking out to the sea from to stare the Uzumaki in her blank eyes. “I won’t repeat your mistakes.”
“Is worshipping life’s only certainty a mistake?” The sneer that stretched on the woman’s face was all condescension. Anko thought that meant the woman would leave her alone, but she had no such luck; ice-cold fingers brushed her cheek as the woman placed her forehead against Anko’s.
“So naive,” the Uzumaki crooned, staring into Anko’s eyes involuntarily locked onto hers. “To think yourself as immortal the same as any of them.”
Those were the last words Anko heard before being thrown off the cliff.