Konoha: Gojo Satoru Template, Taking Over The Seventh Class

【567】Viagra

Sweat dripped from his face and body, as if he had done a strenuous exercise and wet his pajamas.

As one of Konoha's special Jōnin, he shouldn't be frightened to this extent by a nightmare, but Anko still couldn't help shivering as he recalled what was in the dream.

"Really, even though that bastard Orochimaru is dead, I still can't get rid of his influence. Is it because of the curse mark?"

Anko subconsciously touched the curse mark on the back of his neck, showing a wry smile.

A month ago, she heard the news of Orochimaru's death. On the one hand, she felt sad for the death of her former teacher. On the other hand, she was very glad that she finally got rid of Orochimaru's control, and she no longer had to worry about the curse seal.

Perhaps because of Orochimaru's death, the curse marks on her body have been very stable recently, without any signs of rampage.

Apart from having some dreams about Orochimaru, there are no other anomalies.

This may be because I 'missed' the other party too much in the past.

Every time, I can dream that I am standing in the boundless darkness, and the sarcoma surging from the ground seems to be slowly squeezing towards her from the belly of some carnivorous creature.

And every time I look back, I can see Orochimaru standing behind him abruptly, smiling at himself with an unknown meaning.

The content of the dream ends here every time.

"Maybe I should go to the hospital and get some calming medicine..."

Anko shook his head.

It's impossible to go on like this, you must get rid of this dream as soon as possible, and let your energy and spirit recover, otherwise you won't even be able to do the task well.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and was about to take off her wet pajamas when something suddenly fell on her shoulders, which made her startled.

"who!?"

She is Konoha's special Jōnin, whose strength is far superior to Chūnin, even if it is Jōnin, it is impossible for her to approach behind her silently.

When she turned her head, her body froze.

The bright red light reflected in her eyes.

For a while, sleepiness hit, without the slightest resistance mentality, the body was weak and fell by the window, and passed out.

The Hypnosis person was wearing a black hooded windbreaker, a mask based on black patterns on his face, and a pair of bright red eyes were exposed.

Sharingan.

"Is it Sasuke?"

it was her last thought

He looked at Anko who had been put to sleep with his hypnosis, and stretched out his hand to grab Anko's neck.

He further uncovered the pajamas there, then took out a spell from his pocket, and pasted it on the seal on Anko's neck.

A snake-shaped mental shock rushed into his brain, screaming at him crazily, full of struggle and panic.

"snort!"

With a bright red right eye, the three Tomoe are instantly connected to form the Mangekyō Sharingan with a more complex pattern.

The snake-shaped spiritual energy disappeared from his brain without a trace, leaving no residue.

In the heyday of Orochimaru, he was not afraid, let alone just a residual mental shock now?

This kind of mental attack may be effective for ordinary ninjas, but in front of his Sharingan, such a mental attack is simply out of reach.

Take away the spell on Anko's neck, only to see that the skin of Anko's neck is white, and the black lines of the spell mark disappear.

"In this way, the curse seals that were scattered outside were successfully recovered."

As he said that, he cast his eyes out of the window, and his bright red eyes were full of deepness.

"Sasuke, Sasuke, you must win Killer Bee, you are worthy of my efforts for you."