A black figure stood in front of the dissection table, the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly under the operating lights.
His fingers were long and steady, with slightly white tips—a mark left by years of wearing rubber gloves.
A young woman was lying on the dissection table.
Her chest was still rising and falling slightly, and her eyelashes trembled gently under the influence of anesthesia.
This was also one of the reasons why he joined Danzo's side.
To obtain the Singed template, one needs both a financial backer and test subjects.
"Start recording," he said to the ninja holding the camera in the corner, his voice hoarse but calm.
This was his 127th experiment, and each one brought him one step closer to the truth.
The moment the chest cavity was opened, he saw an unusual phenomenon—the experimental subject's heart was an unnatural dark red, and its surface was covered with fine black lines, spreading like a spider web.
"Interesting…" He leaned closer to examine it.
Just then, the test subject's eyelids suddenly began to twitch violently, and the data on the monitoring device started to jump wildly.
"No, it's not time yet…" He quickly took a pale blue vial from the tray and inserted the needle into his carotid artery.
Those were a pair of eyes as black as ink, without a trace of white, staring straight at the ceiling.
Hiruko felt his heart skip a beat, but he quickly calmed down.
"Continue to observe…" he muttered to himself, as the scalpel in his hand fell again.
The monitoring device emitted a piercing alarm, and all the test subjects' indicators were dropping rapidly.
Hiruko reached for the refrigerator, and when his fingertips touched the specially made "Life No. 1," a chilling sensation spread from his fingertips.
The potion was an eerie, dark blue color, emitting a faint glow in the darkness, like a fluorescent creature from the deep sea.
He carefully took out the medicine, and the water droplets that had condensed on the glass tube slid down his gloves.
This medicine is a weakened version of the Hashirama cells that he spent three years refining from thousands of failures.
"Injection dose: 2ml," he muttered to himself as he drew the medication into the syringe.
The moment the needle pierced the subject's carotid artery, the pale blue liquid mixed with the dark red blood, forming an eerie purple hue.
The data on the monitor was fluctuating wildly, and my heart rate jumped from 40 beats per minute to 200 beats per minute in an instant.
Hiruko stared intently at the documents, his pen moving rapidly across the notebook.
However, the next second, the surrounding instruments quickly emitted a loud alarm.
"Beep beep! Beep beep!"
Hiruko subconsciously took a step back, and the notebook in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Ah—" The test subject let out a shrill scream as her body began to twist and deform.
The monitor emitted a piercing alarm.
The branches spread rapidly and pierced the laboratory ceiling.
Hiruko saw tender green leaves beginning to sprout on the branches, gleaming eerily under the operating lights.
"Help...help me..." The test subject's voice had become distorted, and her vocal cords seemed to be hardening.
Hiruko saw that her eyes had turned dark brown, and the pupils reflected the shadows of countless tree branches.
Suddenly all growth stopped.
The laboratory fell into a deathly silence.
"Failed again!"
From the shadows behind Hiruko, an old figure slowly emerged.
"Yes, the path to transforming ordinary people into powerful ninjas is fraught with difficulties, and we need to overcome many obstacles," Hiruko said calmly as he carefully wiped the blood off his hands with alcohol.
At this moment, the other ninjas around Hiruko had already silently carried the unfortunate test subject away from the scene.
When he took off his mask, Hiruko revealed a very gentle and handsome face, giving people a very warm and comfortable feeling.
Danzo, leaning on his cane with a meaningful smile on his face, said to Hiruko, "We've used up all our civilian spies. You should pause the experiment for now."
"Want to vent a little?" The old man's lips curled into a strange smile, a sly glint in his eyes.
"A walking priestess? You old codger, you really have the guts!" Hiruko looked at Danzo expressionlessly, but her tone revealed a hint of amusement.
"Hehe, for her, this is the best ending, Hiruko," Danzo said with a light laugh, as if he knew everything.
"In that case, you can give it to me!"
Over the course of more than a decade since he transmigrated and awakened the mystery of his unborn child, Hiruko has done many things.
(End of chapter)