[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 230

The two bid farewell to the pitiful Koala (not really) and slowly ambled into the arena.

Orochimaru, held by Sabo, felt extremely uncomfortable. Sabo, like a thief, would hide him in one corner for a moment, then dart to another.

That cautious demeanor made Orochimaru feel utterly embarrassed. Is this how the Revolutionary Army does missions?

When they finally spotted Luffy, the scene before them made them pause.

Luffy, having inadvertently exposed his identity by talking to Chinjao, was now being frantically chased by Cavendish.

Luffy dodged left and right, yelling something all the while.

Cavendish, with a cold expression, gripped his weapon… roaring and pursuing Luffy, determined not to stop until he had cut him down.

(◞‸◟ ) Sigh… Sabo and Orochimaru sighed simultaneously.

Especially Orochimaru, should he feel sorry for Law? Luffy’s actions had made his already meaningless disguise even more meaningless.

As Chinjao joined the fray, the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.

The arena soldiers also rushed over to maintain order.

For a moment, dust flew everywhere in the arena, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

As the smoke and dust gradually cleared, everyone was astonished to find that Luffy had already vanished.

Cavendish, acting like a madman, roared Luffy’s name and rushed frantically towards the arena’s passage.

Orochimaru looked at the chaotic scene, his head throbbing. He rubbed his temples. Are these people’s eyes not working? They can’t even see the obvious finger on the windowsill?

Anyone with eyes could see Luffy was hanging outside, and they could ignore that?

After a moment of speechlessness, Orochimaru looked at Sabo, slightly raising his long, well-defined hand.

Slowly, it rested on Sabo’s shoulder, his gaze carrying an indescribable tenderness.

“You go find Luffy. I have other matters to attend to.”

Sabo’s heart felt as if it had been stirred by something, and a surge of reluctance instantly welled up within him.

Sabo, like a cat doting on its owner, pressed closer to Orochimaru, gently rubbing his face against Orochimaru’s neck. The warm breath between them intermittently brushed against Orochimaru’s skin as he mumbled,

“Damn it, I haven’t hugged enough yet.”

But he also knew the priorities. Despite his immense reluctance, he slowly released his arms wrapped around Orochimaru.

His eyes were full of helplessness, continuously gazing at Orochimaru’s receding figure until it gradually blurred.

Then, he took a deep breath, hid himself in a corner, but his mind was still filled with Orochimaru’s scent and touch. He was utterly listless, like a cat that had lost its catnip.

Orochimaru slowly paced along the windows on the second floor of the arena.

Occasionally, he would casually glance through the window at the fierce battle within the arena, his eyes showing a hint of laziness and amusement.

That bare-chested man in the blue cloak is King Riku, right? He’s certainly still strong for his age, and no one recognizes him? The soldiers’ so-called loyalty seems a bit watered down.

These seeded players all seem to be part of the Anti-Doflamingo Alliance, right?

And a few are future subordinates of Luffy.

Orochimaru watched the battle above with interest.

Until Bartolomeo’s actions captured his full attention—Bartolomeo stood at the edge of the arena, took off his pants, and began to urinate.

Orochimaru’s steps seemed to be under a stasis spell, and he fell silent for a moment.

His heart was in a tangled struggle. What should he do? His self-proclaimed subordinate was a bit embarrassing, and he didn’t want him anymore.

But if he let him continue like this, Orochimaru felt his reputation would be damaged…

After hesitating and walking a few more steps, Orochimaru finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

He quickly pulled out the megaphone he hadn’t used in a long time from his embrace, brought it to his mouth, and loudly reprimanded, “Barto! Hold it in!”

The voice, amplified by the megaphone, echoed over the arena, causing everyone to turn their heads, astonished by the sudden shout.

Bartolomeo, who was in a state of extreme relaxation and comfortable excretion, froze instantly upon hearing Orochimaru’s reprimand, as if his soul had been sucked out. His body stiffened and petrified on the spot, and one could even see slight cracks appearing on his rigid body, as if he would shatter into dust the next second.

After all, Orochimaru’s voice was very unique, and as a loyal fan, Bartolomeo would certainly not forget it. At this moment, his mind was blank, filled only with:

“It’s over, he actually peed so disgracefully in front of Senior Orochimaru…”

After a moment, he finally recovered from the extreme shock, but how could his body’s instincts be controlled at will? How could this urine be held back just by saying so?

He could only frantically try to turn and cover himself. Just then, Hack quietly walked behind Bartolomeo, muttering, “Sorry, I’m going to ambush you. Please forgive me.”

Before he finished speaking, Bartolomeo turned too abruptly, and the unstopped urine directly drenched Hack.

Hack instantly stood frozen on the spot.

And Bartolomeo, looking at the person he had peed on, sighed, “What a good person… he actually volunteered to help me cover up.”

Bartolomeo finally finished expelling his “stock,” and didn’t forget to shake it off, wipe it clean, and only put it back after ensuring it was clean. He even squatted down and washed his hands in the water trough at the edge of the arena, which was full of fighting fish, before putting his pants back on.

He kept thinking that Senior Orochimaru was very particular about neatness and cleanliness, and he couldn’t leave a worse impression on him.

Sabo, secretly observing from the shadows, witnessed this scene. Seeing Hack drenched in urine and looking disheveled, he abruptly raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, his face full of conflict.

Hack was, in a way, half his mentor, but in such an embarrassing situation, he truly didn’t know how to face him. He even had the urge to pretend not to know him.

What to do, urgent online. Hack seemed to be carrying his dedicated Den Den Mushi, right? Oh… no… that’s Koala’s. Good, good, it’s not dirty.

And in the arena, the moment Bartolomeo’s urine splashed onto Hack,

The surrounding contestants seemed to trigger some unified avoidance mechanism, almost simultaneously retreating sharply, moving away from these two “trouble sources” with synchronized movements.

Their faces were filled with terror, and they reached an unspoken consensus without even needing eye contact.

At this moment, all competition disputes and ranking battles were thrown to the wind. After all, compared to those, no one wanted to be splashed by this sudden “flood.”

Even if it was just a tiny bit, it was something they could not tolerate.

Thanks to this Fish-Man brother for his self-sacrifice.