"Tch..."
Orochimaru picked himself off the ground from the barrage of rain that had just hit, and hurt. He was drenched, he was hungry, and worst of all, he had gained no information on a potential enemy, though information had been obtained on him. Still, the humor of the Leader of the Akatsuki retreating after all these years of pursuit brought a chuckle to Orochimaru, whether he was a cause of it or not. In the end, it mattered little. Strategies could still be made, and cunning plans put in motion. It's what he was best at. It was time to get out of this place, though. It held no interest for him anymore, and the other persons would be up soon as well. With a quick somersaulting leap towards the city, the pale youth ran in the Shinobi fashion; head low and arms behind his back.
OOC- a visual representation of Pein's jutsu:
