The Seventh Day That Never Came

"What a fascinating thing! It must contain the secret of immortality!" In a dimly lit cave, Orochimaru carefully held the test tube in his hand. Under the faint light, he gazed at the blood powder dried on the soil, which filled only half the test tube. His expression was almost entranced, as though he were looking at something he had dreamed of and regarded as incomparably wonderful. To obtain this blood powder, he had paid a considerable price today.