Though there was unreasonable stigma against delving into the nature of these abilities, there were no pesky kekkai gekkai laws, and such a wonderful rainbow of bloodlines. Sound had taught him that the loyal subordinates would allow him to conduct experiments on their selves, and even volunteer valuable data. All the more reason to recrate his Hidden Village. The boy who was Orochimaru smiled. This was a heaven indeed.
But first…
World domination could start with school subjugation.
As with all schools, there was a mix of students with a mix of quirks. For some kami-forsaken reason, the individuals of authority (i.e. the teachers) did not step in to discipline the brats that went out of hand. Unlike Shinobi Academies, which carefully cultivated environments that mimicked the real world and employed specially trained operatives who shaped those under their care to fit into future roles, these so-called educators seemed content to let their charges run feral.
Utterly shameful. If children were not taught discipline, respect, and politeness, society would be overrun with chaos. He was quite certain that the blind eye teachers turned towards quirk use was at least a contributing factor in the epidemic of violent crime. The belief that a single form of strength was the foundation of powerand not using it as a obfuscation for the subtler aspects of the work of shinobiwas absolutely ludicrous and clearly causing great waste of potential as thuggish brutes grew unmotivated through arrogance and the actually talented children's smothered confidence destroyed their motivation as well. Honestly.
Fortunately, that was the exact sort of situation that he could take advantage of. And his potential subjects were young enough that he could easily indoctrinate them into cooperating with his experiments.
Case in point.
"Sumi-kun." He said gently, offering up the wind-scattered papers (he had seen genin conjure up better fuutons, but what could you expect of laxly raised civilians?) "You are not stupid."
The boy raised red rimmed eyes. "You think? But I can't even do my homework right and now I have to write it again. And I accidentally erased Kodama-kun's homework too and--"
A sniff. Idiotic teachers again. At least with Jinchuuriki boy's situation, the lack of interpersonal bonds made the ones he did have that much stronger and easier to manipulate him through, while using the boy as a scapegoat at least kept the treatment of other students somewhat acceptable. This though. The teachers didn't believe that Sumi-kun wasn't using his quirk as an excuse to get out of doing homework, and when the boy, out of stress, destroyed the class's golden boy's schoolwork, they let the boy scatter the contents of Sumi's backpack everywhere with that shoddy excuse for a futon.
"You can have mine." He thrust his own filled out papers at the boy. There was no need for him to degrade himself with such drivel, so it could be put to far better use.
"Re-really?"
"Of course." He shrugged. "We can also try to figure out your Quirk together, if you want."
He could see so much potential in pigment manipulation. Fool-proof forgery, document recovery/restoration, and, if he could teach Sumi to access chakra, touch-setting seals, one of the most difficult aspects of fuiinjutsu. Of course, for combat, even if the Sai brat's ink beasts weren't replicable, any foreign chemical in the bloodstream boded ill for the body, especially if the ink climbed over the eyes.
Sumi-kun threw his arms around him. Orochimaru patted his classmate awkwardly. Excellent, they could start after lunch. He had plenty of notebooks he wanted to recycle.