It's been 2 weeks since I arrived here with sensei constantly coming down here to visit me. He told me this place is called limbo. Apparently, my life isn't done yet and might be brought back to life but not now at least. There are others here as well, some of them just comes here to watch over the ones they left behind, some are waiting for their loved ones and bring them to their final resting place, some are the ones who have passed away already but still can't go on to the heaven or hell because of something binding them to earth and the ones I got samples from, to use for edo tensei jutsu.
What surprised me though is this place is like the alternate version of the elemental nations, and by alternate I mean the place is here but everyone is equal. No shinobi, no kages , no rogue ninjas, just plain normal people. There's no end to this place, we just need to think of the place and it just appears, even my apartment back in konoha has its version here, and I stayed there ever since.
So here I am writing in my diary, I might be seen a lot as the traitor of konoha but I'm still a person even though people are still judgmental about it but I don't really care. I look outside my window, and see the portal that brought me here, open again. It brought a sage, a very familiar toad sage, Jiraiya.
Sensei greets him with a warm hug. I still find it odd that people, who looked like they've gone through a lot of pain, can look normal again as if they've never been injured or murdered at all. They never even age, from the age they were before they departed. I've never seen him look so fragile, rods embedded on his back, one arm missing, throat crushed, blood just kept pouring out of his wounds, but a couple of seconds later, he looked okay again with no trace of the damage done to his body. Sensei apparently told him where I was, and he looks at my window.
" Hey, hebi."
Uggh, why does he have to be so loud, I can hear him even from all the way here in third floor of this apartment building. I feel myself grimace at that nickname. I hate that nickname.
" Don't call me hebi, ero-sennin."
Kukuku, that blonde kid really rubbed off on me and besides it suits him.
" You… don't call me that!"
Short tempered as always. Oh well… he's always been like that anyways. I put down my pen and close the diary and placed it on my desk. Kukuku… it's just another day in the afterlife, might as well enjoy it for now while I'm still here.
Orochimaru
One of the legendary Sannin