Ah, guess I underestimated how complicated this would be.
Kawaki understood what the two were implying and started planning when he could get some blood from Fugaku.
"Alright, no more messing around. Time to get serious."
Tsunade strode past Kawaki, opened a cabinet, and pulled out a blood-drawing kit.
"Got it."
Kawaki obediently dragged over a stool, sat down, and placed his arm on the table.
"What's all this hassle for? Just cut him open a little and let some blood out."
Orochimaru cracked a joke at Kawaki's expense while pulling out his small knife again for show.
"Stay the hell away from me!"
Seeing Orochimaru start to approach, Kawaki extended one leg and kicked violently at the air.
Yeah, his regeneration ability was top-notch, but he wasn't into unnecessary pain.
"You two knock it off already—my stomach hurts from laughing so much."
Tsunade watched the two clowns, almost dropping the needle in her hand.
"Fine."
With elegant precision, Orochimaru put his knife away and stood aside watching with a smile on his face.
Since meeting Kawaki, his life had taken on a whole new kind of excitement.
Moments like these were ones he'd never known before.
"All done."
With Orochimaru finally not interfering, Tsunade swiftly drew a vial of blood from Kawaki.
The moment she pulled out the needle, the puncture wound on Kawaki's arm vanished.
"I'll run the tests. You guys go ahead."
Clutching the blood sample, Tsunade left without a second glance.
"Kawaki-kun, come with me."
Orochimaru led Kawaki into another room, which contained a single bed.
The room stank of harsh disinfectant.
Beside the bed stood an instrument table filled with various knives of different sizes.
It looked exactly like what Kawaki pictured when he thought about checking experimental results.
"Please lie down."
Orochimaru kindly wiped the metal bed surface clean.
"Just curious... What's this room for anyway?"
Kawaki felt the atmosphere seemed a bit off.
"It's mainly for dissections."
"Why are you asking so many questions? Lie down already."
Orochimaru snapped, urging him again.
"Hell, promise me you won't use any blades on me."
Suddenly Kawaki pictured Orochimaru carefully removing his internal organs one by one.
"Mm, sure," Orochimaru said breezily, as if he'd just stuff everything back in.
"I'll slice you up into strips."
In one fluid move, Orochimaru seized Kawaki and slammed him onto the cold metal bed.
"Bro, I've treated you well."
"Why must it come to this?"
Kawaki pushed at Orochimaru's chest with both hands, looking utterly pathetic.
"Cut the crap and behave yourself."
Orochimaru couldn't stand Kawaki's exaggerated facial expression.
Then, using brute strength, Orochimaru subdued Kawaki entirely, patting him down thoroughly from head to toe.
"He seems healthy enough."
"Although, maybe his kidneys could use a little work."
After saying this, Orochimaru didn't spare Kawaki another glance, smacking his hands together before turning around to leave.
"Pfft, you're the one needing a boost."
Kawaki immediately jumped upright from the bed. There was no way a man could just accept being called out for weak kidneys.
Standing up, he placed both hands on his lower back, as if there really was some soreness there.
Everything was fine until he said something—it suddenly made Kawaki feel paranoid.
Was it really time for him to slow down?
Chuan Feng walked out the door with a belly full of doubts.
Tsunade had not come out yet, while Misao was taking care of an experimental white mouse under the guidance of Orochimaru.
"Cough, cough～"
"Do I really need to have it filled?"
Kawaki leaned closer to Orochimaru.
"Then you'll have to ask Tsunade about that. I'm not sure if you have that kind of power or not."
"Haha~"
Orochimaru was speaking with a smile, but unfortunately Tsunade, who had just walked out the door, overheard him.
"You two bastards, stop talking about adult stuff!"
As the words fell, there was a "thud, thud," and both Kawa Kaede and Orochimaru already had lumps on their heads.
Misao blushed, half understanding and half not.
"Understood."
Both covered their heads, tears welling up in their eyes.
Her fists have been tempered through countless battles, and they hurt like hell!
"Orochimaru, how is the situation on your side?"
Tsunade looked at Misao's experimental results, and the white mouse was already lively and energetic.
"All is well."
"Okay, let's wait for the blood analysis report."
After confirming, Tsunade immediately took Misao away to prevent her from picking up any bad habits—as the saying goes, "Better safe than sorry."
They had a quick lunch, and soon after, the blood test results came back.
After reviewing the report, Tsunade prepared to perform a transplantation surgery using Hashirama's original cells on Kawaki.
She was not surprised at all—Sichuan Maple's body was as strong as an ox.
This time, instead of using the dissection room, a brand new operating room prepared specifically for this occasion was used, arranged personally by Tsunade.
Chuan Feng had already changed into loose surgical attire.
He naturally lay down on the cold metal operating table upon entering the operating room.
Five minutes later, Tsunade and Orochimaru walked in.
First, Tsunade connected various monitoring devices to Kawahae's body to keep track of his physical condition at all times.
Only proceed to the next step after repeatedly verifying that the equipment is operating correctly.
"Ready?"
"Let's begin."
Upon hearing Tsunade's question, Kawafusa extended his arm.
A syringe filled with cloudy liquid has a long, thin needle at its front end.
She didn't squeeze out a bit of liquid from the needle first—the dose had been precisely calculated by Tsunade herself, and every drop was extremely precious.
"Hu～"
Tsunade took a deep breath to steady herself. Despite being fully prepared, she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
"It has begun."
She located the vein, inserted the needle, and injected the entire tube of cloudy liquid into Chuanfeng's body.
The transplantation of pillar cells has officially begun.
Chuan Feng felt as if his arm had been lightly bitten by an ant, followed by a cool sensation flowing through his veins.
At first, he felt no discomfort at all—in fact, he felt quite good.
After all, at this moment, the Wood Release seemed to be beckoning him.
He clapped his hands together, thinking that his wish of "getting whatever he desired" was about to come true.
Seeing the expression on Kawaki's face, Tsunade's heart, which had been filled with worry, finally settled.
Orochimaru slowly relaxed his tightly clenched fist. The two stared intently at the surveillance monitor.
At this moment, the data on the instrument is the most reliable basis.
Within the next minute, the original cells of the pillar surged through the blood into every part of Kawafuji's body.
His blood began to boil, and his blood pressure gradually increased.
His blood began to boil, and his blood pressure gradually increased.
Agony beyond words surged through his body, twisting his face into a mask of anguish.
The monitors displayed wild fluctuations in his vital signs.
"Ahhh!!!"
Kawaki's eyes snapped open as he released a piercing scream that echoed through the operating room.
"Kawaki!"
Tsunade lost her composure and rushed forward, grabbing his hand.
"Don't. This is normal, you know that."
Orochimaru held Tsunade back, keeping his calm exterior even as his heart suddenly pounded faster.
Gritting her teeth, Tsunade clenched her fists, waiting helplessly.
The readings were indeed still within acceptable limits, not yet life-threatening.
"Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ahhh!!!"
The edges of the surgical bed buckled under Kawaki's grip.
His exposed skin flushed bright red—a clear sign of rapidly rising body temperature.
As the pain intensified, Kawaki could clearly feel his cells breaking apart and reforming inside him.
Faces of Hashirama began emerging across his body beneath the surgical attire.
With his eyes closed, the pale mask sharply contrasted with his natural skin tone.
The fusion continued—faces of Hashirama twisted and vanished, only to resurface moments later.
No one knew how many times it repeated before Kawaki's voice grew hoarse from screaming.
Suddenly, the pain vanished in an instant.
Kawaki's eyes rolled upward, pupils replaced entirely by white, and his screams ceased abruptly.
Then his eyelids slowly drooped, and his head slumped limply to the side—he was already unconscious.
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