Most Ninja paid little attention to so-called other extraordinary systems; at best they treated those people as possessors of some unusual Bloodline Limit.
The Naruto World was full of oddities, and the Ninja could not even fully research the chakra system, let alone other systems.
Pakura only gave her a curious glance: "So this little girl's power is actually rare?"
Sara's eyes were blank; she had no idea what Vegapunk meant by discovering a new extraordinary system, nor how she could possess a power the Kazekage called rare. "But apart from controlling the Ley Line, I don't have any special strength at all."
"It should be a fragment of power inherited from your ancestors. However, it's already begun to fade—most likely because there's no training method, and because you've left the nourishment of the Ley Line, so it no longer has any way to manifest."
As he spoke, Vegapunk carefully observed her, even reaching out to stroke Sara's hand a few times while injecting a little Chakra. Sara squirmed slightly, then flushed scarlet and fell silent.
"It can probably only be considered the residue of some extraordinary system," Vegapunk said with a shake of his head. "If this queen were to cultivate the chakra system, she might develop some Bloodline Limit, but that system can only express its final echo in that way."
Many extraordinary systems have been swallowed up by Chakra. The simplest example is hand seals, which originated from the cultivation system of Buddhist monks. Had those monks lacked their own extraordinary system, they could never have developed the method of molding energy through seals.
Nowadays, the monks' training is left with nothing but seals and some meditation-like mental exercises; the original system has essentially been replaced wholesale by Chakra.
Hearing this, Pakura, who had held little expectation to begin with, lost interest entirely. An unknown Bloodline Limit was nothing impressive in today's rapidly advancing Hidden Sand Village.
Vegapunk, however, was intrigued. Ley Line energy could travel through space-time; although it was more likely to be Parallel World travel, that was already an extremely mighty force.
And since the queen of the Land of Loulan could resonate with the Ley Line, did that mean her original cultivation system could fully control it?
More importantly, to return to the One Piece World, Vegapunk had to research spatial-temporal power. Compared with crossing different worlds, starting with the simpler Parallel World travel was a good approach.
Even so, Vegapunk could not reconstruct a cultivation system that had long since vanished; he could only try to approximate it with the chakra system.
(Orochimaru has some Flying Thunder God data, plus orthodox Sealing Techniques from Konoha. If I modify them and directly implant them into this queen's mind, perhaps I can see what happens.)
Sara shivered, and meeting Vegapunk's fervent gaze she felt no bashfulness this time—only an inexplicable fear... "What the—this guy... he actually stole so much of darling's affection the moment he arrived!"
Hancock stood at the lab door, gnashing her teeth and muttering.
"I don't think that qualifies as affection," Pakura said, wiping cold sweat, speechless.
"Oh, it's you, ugly woman. Aren't you the Kazekage? Why aren't you working?" Hancock glanced sideways at Pakura, chin lifted haughtily.
Already immune to Hancock, Pakura could not even muster anger: "The management-type robot Lord Vegapunk built is far better at administration than I am..."
"Of course! darling is the smartest person in the world!" Hancock declared proudly. "Only the most beautiful woman—me—deserves him! Women like you and Sara can only be maids!"
Pakura rolled her eyes, ignoring the Empress, who became highly emotional whenever Vegapunk was involved.
Leaning against the wall, she mused that her duties as Kazekage now seemed limited to attending Vegapunk.
"Sigh. With those management robots around, even the Kazekage feels unnecessary. These days I'm basically the lord's personal maid."
Though called robots, the so-called management-type machines possessed rudimentary self-awareness—though Vegapunk had restricted the growth of their self-data, keeping their consciousness extremely faint.
Such robots excelled at administration: they knew no favoritism, upheld rules more rigidly than Clones, and were therefore utterly impartial and incorruptible.
Setting aside concerns like machine revolt, these slightly self-aware robots were model public servants; the Sand Ninja would never try to sway an iron lump with connections or favors.
Although entrusting administration to an iron lump worried many, lower-rank Ninja soon saw the benefits.
Devoid of human sentiment but truly fair, the robots treated everyone equally, smoothing class mobility and allowing many junior Ninja to feel the Village was governed better.
Moreover, though it was an iron lump, it had plenty of Ninja supporters—all of them Hidden Sand's puppeteers.
These handcraft-obsessed Ninja practically worshipped the intelligent robot. Even Elder Chiyo spent her days scheming to study it, forcing Vegapunk to install weapon systems and combat programs lest some seventy-year-old lady "accidentally" damage it for research.
He doubted these Ninja, who could only carve puppets and add minor biotech, could reassemble the robot once it was taken apart.
Meanwhile, Sara—currently the target of Hancock's envy—harbored no romantic notions; Vegapunk's "affection" left her overwhelmed.
"I—I can't take any more..."
Drenched in sweat and gasping, Sara had just crawled out of the Training Pod when her legs buckled and she collapsed. Her experiment suit was soaked, clinging to her attractive figure, yet she paid it no mind. "Really... I can't. My whole body's limp and my head's spinning!"
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