Jiraiya-sensei: You’ve Changed, Orochimaru

The rain crackled against the glass, leaving wet streaks across the window. The fierce wind made the tents rustle loudly, snapping at their corners now and then as if it would tear them loose and send them flying into the rain-swept night. Inside the Konoha camp's meeting tent. One hanging lamp, one table, four cups. Four people sat around the round table, at the edge of the lamp's circular glow. The light illuminated their bodies but left their faces shrouded in shadow. "...