Amegakure.
Jiraiya watched Orochimaru shove a slimy scroll deep into a snake's belly and dispel the summoning, his expression looking deeply disturbed.
"Orochimaru, don't you think what you wrote to that kid is rather... ambiguous?"
As the infamous, veteran author of adult novel series, Jiraiya was more than qualified to spot a terrifying red flag in someone's writing.
"As long as the message is delivered and the psychological purpose is achieved, that is all that matters," Orochimaru replied smoothly.
His pale hands were busy manipulating a highly questionable clump of fleshy cells in a petri dish, completely indifferent to his former teammate's horror.
"I'm worried the message will be delivered too properly and vastly misinterpreted," Jiraiya said, his face etched with genuine, sweating concern for the Uchiha boy.
"If Sasuke mistakenly believes you are going to physically assault him for some sick breeding experiment, he will rather die than submit. He will do the exact opposite of what you want."
"He will go completely berserk, voluntarily blind himself, destroy his own dick and intentionally make himself permanently infertile just to ensure you can never harvest his body or his Sharingan. What then?"
"Sasuke is not as foolish as you are," Orochimaru sneered, briefly glancing at Jiraiya before returning his attention to the squirming meat in his hands.
"After reviewing the cursed medical records I left behind in the Sound Village, he should realize I do not actually need his physical equipment to artificially produce his offspring."
"Fair point," Jiraiya nodded earnestly, deciding to drop the Uchiha's incoming trauma. "Alright, Orochimaru. Since Naruto and Sasuke are working so hard, I need to step up my game too. I cannot let my own juniors surpass me so easily."
"Oh," Orochimaru replied, completely unbothered.
He knew Jiraiya's degenerate personality all too well.
Even after Orochimaru had maliciously sealed both his dick and his asshole, Jiraiya had just continued slacking off and writing his angsty smut novels.
What more could he expect?
"Orochimaru, let me be honest with you," Jiraiya pressed on, stepping closer to the lab table.
"I have technically mastered Sage Mode, but it's imperfect. I still need five whole minutes to summon Shima and Fukasaku to my shoulders and gather the natural energy for me..."
"Sigh... maybe I'm just too sentimental and emotionally unstable. I can never naturally achieve the empty tranquility the Toad Sage described as necessary for perfect Sage Mode."
"But this time is completely different! Naruto truly lives up to his reputation as my greatest disciple, Minato's son, the genius creator of the Sexy Jutsu, and the most unpredictable ninja in history!"
"Orochimaru, release my seal! I want to achieve the absolute clarity to master perfect Sage Mode using Naruto's specific method too!"
Jiraiya tilted his head back with a tragically heroic expression, closing his eyes in sheer martyrdom!
Don't think Jiraiya was just putting on a cheap theatrical act or looking for a flimsy excuse to get his dick functions back.
He was genuinely sincere in that moment!
Remember exactly where Orochimaru had placed that vile seal and what highly invasive, physical contact it would take to manually remove it.
Back when he was ambushed, Jiraiya had desperately screamed at Orochimaru, "Don't touch it!"
Now, purely for the noble sake of training the ultimate Sage Mode, he was willing to completely set aside his personal dignity and actively beg Orochimaru to touch him there again—a true testament to his internal struggle as a shinobi!
Yet...
"Daga Kotowaru!" Orochimaru stated, his tone was dripping with disgust.
This was because the snake Sannin understood Jiraiya's biological urges all too well.
Perhaps Jiraiya was being genuinely sincere about his training in this specific moment, but that noble motivation would completely evaporate the exact second his seal was removed and his bodily urges returned to his brain.
"Huh?"
Jiraiya opened his eyes, realizing Orochimaru's deadpan refusal meant any further begging for his manhood would be entirely futile.
With a heavy sigh of defeat, he slinked out of the underground laboratory to find a quiet corner to continue writing his smut.
Fortunately, the Second Hokage's psychological warfare, combined with Naruto's highly cursed ingenuity, had given him a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps Naruto's desperate efforts would force a situation where the seal got broken soon in combat, without needing Orochimaru's hands at all.
"That degenerate finally left," Sarutobi Hiruzen muttered in relief, flipping through classified documents at a nearby desk.
"How is the project progressing?" Tobirama asked Orochimaru from across the sterile room.
"Almost ready. We can have Makoto come by now," Orochimaru replied, placing the squirming petri dish onto the cold metal table.
With the addition of the "Professor" Hiruzen, the pace of highly unethical scientific progress in the laboratory had accelerated.
The core theoretical foundations remained the same, but the practical applications had completely diverged into several cursed directions.
The first direction was fulfilling Orochimaru's terrifying promise to Sasuke: artificially cultivating a biological daughter for him in the future.
However, Orochimaru's organic artificial humans were vastly distinct from the clones Amado would eventually create.
This purely biological approach leaned heavily toward the 'Mitsuki' artificial human model, allowing for extreme genetic optimization and fleshy modifications of various traits.
Amado's future modifications, on the other hand, primarily relied on clunky mechanical cybernetics—like creating the cyborg Delta to replace his dead daughter, possessing a completely different personality.
Similarly, Kashin Koji, though genetically cloned from Jiraiya, possessed a vastly different, boring personallity.
In stark contrast, the artificial humans currently being grown in Orochimaru's vats bore almost zero resemblance to the snake Sannin himself.
Disturbingly, they were being genetically modeled to physically resemble the Second Hokage.
Following Makoto's guidance, Orochimaru continued his original research path, absolutely refusing to abandon his exploration of mechanical... or rather, Scientific Ninja Tools.
After all, were the earliest, most brutal Scientific Ninja Tools not the cursed body modifications forced upon the Sound Village grunts?
This horrific logic led directly to their second major application: forcefully granting Hyuga Hanabi access to pure Ōtsutsuki Clan Chakra, thereby artificially awakening the legendary Tenseigan in her eyes.
This was the highly volatile experiment they were preparing to conduct right now.
When Makoto finally strolled into the underground laboratory, Orochimaru quickly briefed him on the fleshy logistics.
"Wait a minute," Orochimaru suddenly hissed, his eyes narrowing. "I remember Black Zetsu is exceptionally good at suppressing chakra signatures, correct? Let's force him to assist us with the operation."
"Uh... sure," Makoto replied, slightly hesitant but ultimately agreeing to the mad scientist's demand.
As the only person in the room who actually knew what "Black Zetsu" was, he paused briefly before giving his consent to use it as a lab tool.
After successfully looting all the Tailed Beast Chakra from the illusion, Makoto had proposed delaying Kaguya's resurrection to lay traps for the hiding Isshiki and ensure global safety.
They unanimously supported this paranoid plan.
For them, both Isshiki and Kaguya remained terrifying, unknown threats.
Delaying the final boss fight to aggressively power-level the Shinobi World first was just basic logic.
As for Makoto's personal agenda? Whether he resurrected Kaguya first and then attempted to psychologically conquer her through intense therapy, or mentally conquered her first while she was still helplessly seal and then reseal her, the end result would be the exact same.
Honestly, the latter approach seemed vastly easier given the current geopolitical nightmare.
Creating a controlled environment where Kaguya smugly felt like she was hiding in the shadows while everyone else was exposed in the open would greatly stroke her massive ego, enhance her fragile sense of security, and accelerate the trust required to conquer her!
...
A few minutes later...
On the cold steel operating table in the center of the laboratory, a White Zetsu lay completely motionless, strapped down and surrounded by Orochimaru, Makoto, and Black Zetsu.
Sarutobi Hiruzen and Senju Tobirama, having nothing better to do with their free time, observed the gruesome scene from a safe distance.
"Black Zetsu, it's up to your nature now. Suppress the chakra that will emerge, and crush any potential sentient will that might try to manifest and take over the host," Orochimaru ordered.
"Makoto, if you please. Infuse Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki's raw power into the meat."
Black Zetsu silently extended a shadowy hand and pressed it firmly against the White Zetsu's pale chest, a writhing mass of pitch-black darkness envelope the creature to act as a biological dampener.
Meanwhile, Makoto casually retrieved the disc containing Momoshiki's extracted Karma seal.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he forcefully jammed it directly into the White Zetsu's exposed flesh.
Immediately, jagged tattoo-like patterns aggressively spread across the White Zetsu's entire body, glowing with a sinister energy.
Seeing the corruption taking root perfectly, Orochimaru licked his lips and excitedly pulled out a sterilized surgical knife.
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