In other words, trying to get lucky by purchasing ready-made dyes is probably not going to work.
To obtain Prontosil, he has to synthesize it from scratch, designing his own route, preparing his own raw materials, and testing it step by step.
However, organic synthesis is not something that can be accomplished simply by adding some random stuff to a beaker and stirring it.
Every step of the reaction, whether the temperature is too high or too low, whether the solvent is chosen or not, or whether the amount of catalyst differs by a few percentage points, can result in drastically different outcomes.
Whether all the intermediates and raw materials needed to synthesize prontosil can be found in this world is unknown.
But troublesome as it may be, at least the direction is clearer. Although the path of chemical synthesis is complicated, once each step is completed, it is completed, unlike the biological route, which is full of uncertainties that are difficult to reproduce.
Moreover, he also benefits from multiple talents, such as Gourmet, Pinnacle of Medicine, and Seeing Through Things as Clearly as Observing a Flame, as well as some talents related to fortune.
It is likely that he will have the opportunity to deduce the most likely synthesis path in the future.
"If I master math, physics, and chemistry, I won't be afraid of being transported to another world! I should have studied science back then."
Shinichi silently complained to himself, then pulled himself out of his thoughts, pushed open the door, and walked out.
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What can an eleven-year-old do? What are they doing?
Some are still struggling with their textbooks in the Ninja Academy; some have already donned headbands and are busy on missions; and some, at this age, have opened their ominous, eerie eyes amid painful struggles, possessing strength comparable to a Kage.
Some of them have even become famous throughout the Shinobi World, becoming masters in many fields in the eyes of the world.
For Mei Terumi at age eleven, her eleventh year was clearly not a pleasant one.
As a renowned new generation genius in the Village Hidden in the Mist, she should have been receiving praise from her seniors and envious glances from her peers.
The reality is, for now, she is just a prisoner.
Two days later, at the prisoner-of-war camp behind Konoha's main camp.
Before the morning light had penetrated the thin mist in the forest, the camp gates had already been pulled open from both sides.
One by one, the Kirigakure ninjas silently stepped forward under the indifferent gaze of the Konoha's ninjas.
They were not shackled, but each of them had taken a pill specially made by Shinichi Higashino, and now their bodies were heavy, and they had little strength left.
Some of the powerful Kirigakure ninjas were even subjected to chakra restraint by the sealing team, making it impossible for them to mobilize any chakra.
Mei Terumi walked slowly towards the back of the group, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the expressionless Konoha ninjas on either side. Then, she lowered her voice and asked a Kirigakure Jonin beside her, "Senior, is Konoha... planning to take us somewhere for execution?"
"No whispering allowed!"
Before the Kirigakure Jonin could answer, a Konoha ninja glared at Mei Terumi and shouted sharply.
"Oh…"
Mei Terumi muttered something, then obediently shut her mouth.
However, she calmed down a bit because, judging by the situation, they probably weren't going to be taken away to be executed.
If they really wanted to kill them, they could have just finished them off in the ruins, and they didn't even need to finish them off; there was no need to dig them out of the rubble, treat their wounds, and give them medicine.
During their time in the prisoner-of-war camp, Konoha's arrangements for them were strange in every way.
Although there were all sorts of restrictions and the guards were all very fierce, there was no torture or deliberate starvation or freezing.
The food, drinks, and clothing, while not exactly luxurious, were all there, leaving the group of Kirigakure prisoners completely baffled as to what Konoha was really up to.
Mei Terumi was naturally confused as well, but she vaguely felt that her life was probably safe for the time being.
She's not afraid of death, at least not verbally!
But she's still so young, and she doesn't want to die here in such a muddled way.
In particular, she has never had a sweet romance.
Thinking of this, Mei Terumi couldn't help but sob a few more times in her heart.
And so, the three hundred prisoners of war from Village Hidden in the Mist, escorted by the Konoha group, silently walked out of the prisoner-of-war camp.
Mei Terumi, with her head down, was casually kicking at the pebbles at her feet when she suddenly felt the line in front of her pause slightly.
She looked up and peered through the gaps in the crowd.
As the morning mist dissipated, a tall, slender figure stood against the light outside the camp gate. The morning light shone down from behind him, gilding his silhouette with a pale gold edge. His face was obscured; only the silhouette of a young man was visible.
The sea breeze blew through the trees, lifting a corner of his robe.
The moment they saw who it was, all the Kirigakure ninjas' expressions changed; it was Shinichi Higashino!
Some people even instinctively took a half step back, their faces showing fear, as if the person standing in that morning light was not… a person, but the death that descended itself from the sky during that raging storm!
Shinichi's gaze calmly swept over the three hundred faces, each with a different expression, before he turned around, took the first step, and spoke: "Let's go."
At the command, the troops slowly began to move.
More than two thousand Konoha ninjas were divided into two groups, with three hundred Kirigakure prisoners in the middle, and marched along the main road toward Konoha.
Mei Terumi followed in the middle of the group, her gaze passing over the shoulders of her Village Hidden in the Mist companions in the rows ahead, secretly glancing at the backlit figure at the very front.
The morning light had become much brighter without him even realizing it, clearly illuminating his black hair and the outline of his figure.
"He's really handsome."
The longer she looked, the more her inner fangirl tendencies surfaced.
Strictly speaking, Shinichi Higashino was not the most handsome person she had ever seen, but perhaps the reputation and power that shook the Shinobi World had unconsciously given him an aura.
Or perhaps it was because, when she had been buried beneath the rubble helplessly awaiting death, he had been the one who pulled her out.
Or perhaps he simply possessed an extraordinary and indescribable charm.
In any case, in Mei Terumi's eyes at this moment, Shinichi Higashino looked exceptionally handsome.
Mei Terumi had long been familiar with the name Shinichi Higashino.
Ever since the end of last year, this young man's name had repeatedly shaken the entire Shinobi World, and each of his accomplishments had been more astonishing than the last.
Even before the Village Hidden in the Mist officially went to war with Konoha, his name had already been discussed countless times within the village.
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