Why Does Orochimaru Look Like That Novels & Stories

A smirk carved onto my lips when my eyes landed on the familiar form of the man. Marl was calmly walking toward the cottage where I was staying. He looked like a model for a foreign clothing brand in a simple black T-shirt, gray sweat shorts, and slippers. He ran his fingers through his light brown messy hair. It made him look like Greek God, especially when the sunlight hit him. I heard some gasps and giggles from a group of women somewhere.. So, I just returned my attention to the laptop, shaking my head.

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.

Takuto Kimura stared at the glowing orange "meatballs" on his plate, his pupils vibrating like the tectonic plates during an 8.0 earthquake. The sight of these orange orbs of questionable substance triggered an instinctive sense of deep, primal suspicion—this wasn’t food, it was a puzzle wrapped in a question mark, and no one, absolutely no one, was going to get away with it.

It was a creature that looked like an octopus but was all white with six orange eyes arranged in a single line and rough scaly skin like a desert horned lizard. In the middle of the pile was a small open area; an open area in which they stood and began looking around to see if they had gotten far enough. "Get your sword out," Marius said and they both pulled their swords off their belts and stood back to back as outside the creature continued; squealing on and slithering its tentacles further in through the spaces. A moment later the tentacles found their way to the very open area and seeing them they both freaked; with Loque Bella screaming at the top of her voice.

One glance at her, and you could tell she was as ancient as time itself. She leaned heavily on her wooden staff, her hand trembling faintly as she gripped it, silvery-white hair falling nearly to her knees. Tangled yet somehow dignified, giving her an almost otherworldly elegance. She wore layer upon layer of garments—so many that at first glance, she appeared bulky, but her face… now that was where the trick comes in. The Oracle of Urekai possessed one of the most beautiful faces Daemonikai had ever seen in his long life.

We looked back and there he was, looking pissed and amused at the same time. The creature before us was strange though he looked human. The only thing that made it obvious he wasn't human was the mismatched color of his face. His face was darker on the left side than on the right. He was short but had huge muscles that could lift up someone with a pull of his shoulders. His yellow eyes sparked with his emotions and his hair was ruffled on his head, giving him the jungle look. I wondered if the look was intentional or it was because he had no choice. If he had been aiming for that rough edged look, I must say that he got it perfectly.

Her perfect body seems elegantly beautiful as if it was meant for only her. Unlike Melissa, who still had her black Leotard and nothing else. No pants, no bra, no slippers just that! Her red hair had spikes like she just fought with the walking dead! She looks wide like a warrior princess, originated from an anime character. Her big brown eyes look slightly swollen and red, the aftereffect of crying for long. Her cheeks were also red, obviously hot red! Her palms and finger look slightly bruised same as her neck and healing cuts at the corner of her lips.

There was no Doraemon in this world, so he didn't care about using this name as his fake name. "Nobita Nobi." Hong nodded and said, "Then let's finish our duel!" He took a deep breath, tightened all the muscles on his body, and was about to strike down Monica, but... "HONG, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Hong and Monica then turned and they saw a young woman with crazy-looking sanpaku eyes, thin black eyebrows, long black hair that falls down her back and some strands that fall over her face, an ample bosom, full red lips, a toothy grin revealing her shark-like teeth and a pair of rectangular semi-rimmed glasses.

His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Orange Monk’s body crouched into an unusual stance. His robe was in tatters, and his skin was exposed to all. His skin was cracked all over, like a parched land without a drop of water, and blood slowly dripped down the cracks. His appearance shook the hearts of all watching, and they were scared for his health. However the man in question, Orange Monk was unbothered. Enduring the pain he licked his lips, his eyes still clouded with bloodlust, and charged at Blue King once again. But this time things were different.

He showed his right thumb to me, the rows of white teeth that were neatly lined up looked dazzling, very similar to the character Teacher Man in the Naruto story. "Hehehe!" Tch. I shook my head and then got up. Looking for Mama's whereabouts. A light pat on the shoulder made me look back spontaneously. Who else if not Mother. The woman with a dress with a brown head scarf stretched out until her waist was looking at me, hips on her hands. Ouch! So he looks very barbaric. Looks like a gangster thug next door. Mother flicked my forehead. Looks like he knows that I have odd thoughts to him. Trying to avoid the flick, but still hit. I grinned while chuckling holding my forehead.