The boy glared at her, and she noticed his eyes were red.
"See?" he hissed. "You should have left while you still had the chance."
"He's quite right, Sakura-chan." Kabuto commented, walking out from among the Oto-nin. "Because now, well, now you're trapped. Your team will die, and you, dear Sakura-chan, oh, do we have plans for you."
The boy next to Sakura lunged at Kabuto, murderous intent clear in his eyes.
In an instant, the silver-haired medi-nin was surrounded by several other shinobi. The boy continued on, regardless of his own safety. He managed to fell two of the six that protected Orochimaru's right hand, before being struck down himself. Even then, face down on the floor, an Oto boot on his neck, and countless weapons trained on him, he looked up at Kabuto with hatred, a vicious snarl ripping out of him.
'What is he?' Sakura found herself wondering.
Kabuto smirked, approaching the restrained boy. "You do hate me, don't you, Jaganshi?" he mocked, kneeling down to eye-level with the boy.
'Jaganshi?' Sakura thought.
And, at that moment, she noticed the pale eye in the center of his forehead, partially obscured by his slipping headband, and the strands of his matted, black hair.