“The aning of life is actually quite simple.
“Before you noticed this flower, its existence held no aning. No one knew of its beginning or its end. No one knew of its beauty or its decay.
“But today, you noticed this flower. Its existence suddenly gained aning. Its bloom and decline beca a part of your story.
“Now, this flower lives in your mory. It has left a mark on your life. This flower t you, just as you t , Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Sarutobi-sensei.
“You give aning to our lives, and we, in turn, beco the aning of yours.”
Hui’s words lingered in the air, leaving Orochimaru silent.
He pondered deeply, mulling over Hui’s perspective.
Yet, sothing still felt just out of reach, an elusive piece of the puzzle that prevented him from finding the clarity he sought over the years.
Hui noticed this as well and sighed inwardly.
If words weren’t enough, then another thod would have to suffice.
Boom!
Suddenly, a trendous aura burst forth from Hui, shaking the ground and causing cracks to spread like veins across the earth.
Fierce winds roared, scattering leaves and dust into the air.
The sheer force of the outburst stunned both Tsunade and Orochimaru, leaving them montarily frozen.
Orochimaru instinctively assud it was an enemy attack, but the next mont, his body stiffened. He couldn’t move. His pupils dilated in shock and terror.
An overwhelming wave of killing intent enveloped him, suffocating and inescapable.
It was as if he could already see his death, his body cleaved in two, his consciousness slipping away.
The source of this oppressive aura was none other than Hui.
From the ti he had beco an ANBU at the age of six, Hui had killed more enemies than he could count.
The killing intent he had accumulated was beyond anything Orochimaru, a re Jonin, could endure.
In that mont, Orochimaru felt death as a visceral, tangible reality.
Each step Hui took toward him seed to hamr against his heart, blanking out his mind bit by bit.
By the ti Hui stood before him, Orochimaru’s thoughts had dissolved into emptiness. His body was paralyzed, and even his breathing seed to stop.
He was dying.
Then, as abruptly as it began, everything ceased.
The overwhelming storm of killing intent dissipated, leaving an eerie calm in its wake.
Orochimaru’s thoughts began to return, and his body slowly regained its warmth.
Finally, his vision refocused, and he t Hui’s gaze.
Hui spoke softly yet firmly:
“The aning of life is to live.”
“Live…” Orochimaru murmured.
Within him, sothing cracked and shattered—a thick wall that had long shrouded his heart.
It was as if a dusty gem had been polished clean, revealing its brilliance.
In that instant, Orochimaru had an epiphany.
The aning of life had always been simple: to live.
As long as one lived, everything else had aning.
“To live is to possess infinite possibilities,” Hui continued. “Only by living can you find the aning of life beyond re survival.”
For the first ti in a long while, Orochimaru smiled.
“I understand now. To live, to search for life’s aning… How ironic that I, who have long pondered the purpose of life, was most afraid of losing it.”
He chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
“We are here in this world. Wouldn’t it be a sha not to see more of its wonders, to et more of its people?
“I crave life, and I cherish it.
“Because as long as I live, everything is possible—whether it’s what I yearn for or what I lack now.
“As long as I live, perhaps one day, I’ll achieve what I once thought impossible.
“No matter the wish, as long as one lives, there is hope for its realization.”
These words reflected Hui’s own personal view of life.
In his previous life, he had yearned for a second chance while trapped in despair. Though he failed, his “death” had brought him a new beginning.
He used quotation marks in his mind because he never truly believed he had died.
Death ant complete erasure—of soul, mory, and existence.
The fact that he could transmigrate proved his soul and mories had endured.
Thus, Hui was still alive. And because he was alive, he had gained everything he once yearned for.
As Hui spoke, his senses caught the sight of an old snake. Its body was frail, and its life was nearing its end.
Yet, it clung to life with stubborn determination.
Hui disappeared from where he stood for a mont and reappeared a mont lated with the old snake in his hand.
He addressed Orochimaru.
“See this snake? It’s old and dying. Its life is filled with pain and struggle. Even if it fights to live, its fate is sealed—it will die by the end of today.”
Orochimaru watched the snake curiously, unsure of what Hui was getting at.
“But we t it today while it’s still alive. If we had encountered it tomorrow, it would have been dead, and its story would have ended.”
Hui gently stroked the snake.
“Because we t it today, while it’s still alive, it will gain sothing it would never have otherwise—life.”
With that, Hui’s Heavenly Eye activated. A surge of life force flowed into the snake, triggering a transformation.
The old snake shed its skin, its vitality restored.
Now brimming with energy, the snake coiled itself in Hui’s hands, clearly aware of its savior. Instead of attacking, it flicked its tongue at Hui in what seed like gratitude.
Hui crouched and set the snake down. It circled his feet once before slithering back into the forest, its life extended by several years.
“No matter how painful, how confused, or how difficult life may seem, as long as one lives, there is hope. There are possibilities,” Hui said, watching the snake disappear into the woods.
Then he turned to Orochimaru, who stood there, stunned.
Hui said nothing more, simply smiling.
It took several seconds for Orochimaru to regain his composure.
“Just now, Hui… you…” Orochimaru stamred, his voice trembling.
“Yes,” Hui replied. “Life force. As long as I will it, as long as you will it, everyone I care about and everyone who cares for can continue living.”
For the first ti, Hui revealed his mastery over life itself to Orochimaru.
“I see,” Orochimaru said, his voice steady but filled with a clarity he did not have before. This ti, his smile was genuine.
He had found the answer he had long sought.
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A/n: Cherish life. No matter how painful, difficult, or confusing things may be, as long as you live, anything is possible!
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