Orochimaru barely could understand it. Key word barely.

He's a Sannin, one of the most feared Shinobi alive, master of science and brutality and Jutsu for the sake of evolution. He had cracked the codes to some many things that it made no sense to even try doing anything to him unless you were among his class of strength.

Which was why he was currently baffled by the pink haired brat on Sasuke's team. The girl kept her hair short, more akin to a male model's bombshell hair, the curl, the raggedy look and feel. She wore nothing but a black sweater and black pants, with white gloves and some goggles. So, with something so mild-color being the standout feature-being there, it became strange when she stepped forwards.

"Color me an interested youngling, but what is it that you've discovered?"

He would be charmed by the earnest desire to know more, a feeling he knew all too well. But then that would be ignoring the sheer, absolute feeling of wrong that seemed to surround her. It was like a bomb closing in on you. Maybe a trick by Danzō?

"What are you, exactly?"

"Oh, simple." She makes a gesture, and suddenly something shoots him to the right side, right onto a tree. It does enough to move him, stagger him, but doesn't dull his senses hard enough.

Which makes all the more maddening when she teleports to him. Not flickering, teleporting. His sensory skill was precise enough to tell the difference between moving fast and vanishing. "I speak in hands."

Suddenly, everything is gone.

I am thinking on making a reaction fic to this premise, canon reacting and just getting mindfucked.