Orochimama

"Orochitama-sama!"

"My Lady. Welcome back."

"Boss Lady."

The wave of greetings did my heart well as I walked through the Sound base, or rather, the Tunnel base; which was a base hidden in a tunnel, so it was a Tunnel tunnel base. A joke I was sure I'd grow tired of eventually, but for the moment was delightful. As I walked the halls, I passed ninja sporting the new symbol of our village, though I passed the occasional musical note, or stylized representations of a waterfall or grass. The logistics of making brand new headbands for every single ninja was an ongoing process though one that should be solved within a week or two. I hadn't wanted to start mass production of the headbands until after I had declared the formation of the new village after all. It was hard to hide making tens of thousands of new headbands with a new symbol after all. Googlᴇ search novel⦿fire.net

Many of Sound's old bases had, of course, had an injection of Grass and Waterfall ninja to help staff the locations. A much needed improvement over the scramble for niche jobs I had to do just after my transformation. Logistics were the heart and soul of any governing body and it was something Orochimaru ignored to the best of his abilities.

After all, why waste time and resources building a secure and effective human resources department when you could instead watch the desperation of a starving man unravel his sanity before your very eyes?

I rolled my eyes at the idea. Such a waste.

Even someone that appeared useless and without merit at a glance had their usage if you put the time and effort in placing them in the correct location.

Case in point, the first person I had to meet with on my return.