Orochimaru Hideout Novels & Stories

Silence. Uriel cracked his knuckles. The man answered immediately. “Weapons.” There it was. The truth. Piece by piece. The entire network was beginning to unravel. For nearly an hour we questioned them. Names. Locations. Payments. Routes. Everything. Eventually the older prisoner broke too. And when he did…He gave us exactly what we needed. A hideout. Lower City. Near the old trade district. Hidden beneath an abandoned textile warehouse. Uriel looked at me. I looked at him.

There was no way that anyone could miss it. Three hours later,a group of samurai led by Fujiwara Fahito himself entered the hideout. The bandits had no time to react.

One Week Later — A Secure Hideout, Northern Coast of Spain The crash of distant waves echoed through the isolated cliffside, blending with the howling wind that swept over the rugged coast. The safehouse stood hidden among the rocky terrain, far from prying eyes, encrypted under Rook’s secure network. The war was over, but its shadows lingered. I stood near the open terrace, watching the endless ocean stretch into the horizon, its surface still despite the storm raging inside me. Natalia’s fortress had fallen... but her legacy—her network, her warships, her empire—hadn’t disappeared.

“So what if it is? We let them kill innocent people? Or do you want me to step in and let them have their way? Is that it?” “Of course not.” He held my gaze. “We outsmart them.” I breathed hard, fire burning in my lungs. I didn’t want to be held down. I didn’t want to wait to listen, but a part of me that was a leader that needed to protect her people waited and listened for a possible solution. “What do you know?” I asked. “Their hideout. I had my men watch out just in case something like this happened. And I was right. They have two hideouts. And both places are isolated and deep in the forest, the Rym Hollow and the Ravine.”

But the tension was already clawing at me, and we hadn’t even reached the enemy's location yet. After an hour, Howard raised his fist, signaling us to halt. We crouched low in the damp bush. My legs were already feeling fatigued, but I forced myself to stay still, to look as focused as the rest. Howard crouched and pointed ahead. Through the trees, half-hidden by trees, was a small yet reinforced man-made structure. An outpost, maybe. Smoke curled faintly from a chimney pipe that jutted out of its roof. We’d finally found the hideout.

We made contact with The Oracle, cautiously arranging a meeting in a secluded location. As we met with The Oracle, their face hidden behind a mask, we listened intently to the secrets they shared. They spoke of a hidden lair, a stronghold where the puppet masters orchestrated their plans and controlled the fate of countless lives. The Oracle provided us with detailed information, maps, and a warning of the dangers that awaited us.

I quickly smiled and clasped my hands together. “That settles it then, let’s go and follow the troops.” I said. Hideyoshi nodded and he got on his own horse. We were just on the troop’s trail; I told Hideyoshi that we shouldn’t be too far behind. Dengaku-hazama was on a narrow gorge, most likely the battle will ensue by this gorge. It’d be a safe place for us to stay above it so we can still see the action. As the thunderstorm came closer, the sounds of clashing thunder roared throughout the night sky. Yoshimoto and his troops were merrily celebrating their victories and Yoshimoto, thinking that his plans were fool-proof, gave into the temptation of drinking and celebrating.

Finally, the suit was dyed with a pattern of blue-on-blue waves to make the wearer invisible to the deadliest natural predator in the water: the great Toyotamahime ocean lizard. The chūnins eyed the outlanders warily, especially Temujin, and everyone murmured among themselves. Aki was certain no search parties from the Ethereal Nest could’ve reached this far north on their gliders and hot-air balloons so she decided to employ a different tactic than in Pukkitunturi.

And that was how they were able to drive back to the hideout. The hideout, located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, was a perfect haven for his gang's operations. The exterior was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, giving no hint of the sophisticated setup inside. The interior was a stark contrast: modern, well-lit, and equipped with the latest technology. Surveillance monitors lined one wall, showing live feeds from various locations. There were several rooms, each serving a different purpose – a planning room, an armory, and a makeshift medical bay.

However, since he was gagged and had a gunny sack over his head, he could not say anything at all. The ninja in charge took out his cell phone before he made a phone call to Yoshito. After the call was connected, he said respectfully, “Mr. Matsumoto, we have already scouted the Ito family mansion and found a very suitable location to hide the corpses. The opponent’s defence and security are also very weak. We are confident that we will not be discovered by anyone when we go over there to hide the corpses. Mr. Matsumoto, I wonder when you would like us to take action, then?” Yoshito laughed before he said, “Tokyo is in a very chaotic mess right now. It has not been so hectic and chaotic here