Sprouting dense branches and leaves instantly covered the light from the chandelier, the ceiling was no longer flat, and dust fell in a rustling sound.
And on the hospital bed, this battle-hardened, strong-willed warrior had his eyes rolled back and blood flowing from his orifices.
This person is beyond saving.
Orochimaru made a judgment instantly based on the situation before him.
But he didn't give up. Instead, he formed hand seals and immediately entered Sage Mode.
A white tentacle emerged from his chest and went directly into the warrior's abdomen. Using this as a channel, Orochimaru carefully felt what was happening inside the warrior's body, chanting rapidly, and Shadow Clone was writing furiously, constantly recording.
The suppressor had lost its effect, and unlike Yakushi Kabuto, ordinary people did not have the endurance for natural energy and could not use Sage Chakra to suppress it.
Orochimaru was not doing this to save the warrior, but to obtain sufficient experimental data.
He knew better than anyone that death was meaningless. If it couldn't be used to pave the way for those who came after and increase their chances of survival, then it would be a great disservice to the warrior's sacrifice.
Time passed minute by minute. Under the agonizing wait of Mifune and others, half an hour soon passed, and the changes in the warrior's body finally couldn't be suppressed.
"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Technique!"
Orochimaru spat out high-temperature flames, burning the warrior, including the trees, to ashes.
Before Mifune and the warrior Okisuke could react, Orochimaru placed an experimental bed on top of the pile of black ash.
"Who's next?"
Faced with Orochimaru's question, the two men's faces were wooden, and even Fugaku Uchiha's eyes flickered.
That was a Jonin, an existence that was one in a hundred among ninjas. There weren't many in the Uchiha Clan either, and he just... died? Too easily, right?
Perhaps because the worst that happened to Uchiha members who underwent surgery was just serious injury, Fugaku never had a real sense of the risks of surgery. But after witnessing it with his own eyes, a layer of cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his back, and he immediately gave up the idea of having surgery himself.
If these people knew that the warrior had actually been declared dead in the first thirty seconds, they would probably be even more shocked.
Orochimaru swept his gaze across the three, a sinister smile on his face.
"I said from the beginning that the risks of surgery are high. Why do you all look like you just realized it now?"
"Are you still going to do it, or should we end it here?"
Orochimaru's words shook Mifune's heart.
End? How could it end? If it ended here, then he would have died for nothing.
"I'll go!"
The warrior Okisuke shouted and pushed open the door to the laboratory.
Mifune came back to his senses, did not try to stop him, but clenched his fists.
If Okisuke also died in the surgery, he would go too. If it was successful, then good. If it wasn't, then death would be the end of it all.
"Very good."
Orochimaru licked his lips and, as the warrior Okisuke stabilized his body, took out another fusion liquid from the scroll.
This batch had a lower concentration of First Hokage cells, and the effect after fusion was slightly worse. In other words, the risks were also lower.
Soon, after the warrior Okisuke lay on the experimental bed, Orochimaru directly injected it from his chest.
This time, the other party's reaction was not as intense as before. Only a few flesh sprouts rose from his chest, with no obvious tendency towards woodification.
Orochimaru nodded slightly. "Very good, the ratio is right."
White Zetsu cells, unlike First Hokage cells, do not self-proliferate, so after the first stage stabilized, he began to inject another kind of catalyst to stimulate the division of White Zetsu cells, while being ready to suppress the excessive reproduction of First Hokage cells at any time.
But this time, it was unexpectedly smooth. After changing the nutrient solution a few times, the warrior Okisuke safely passed the surgery.
Mifune and Fugaku Uchiha both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chakra has increased by more than 30%. With diligent training, it will continue to increase. As for recovery ability..."
Orochimaru smiled and, turning his hand, took out a scalpel and cut a long bloody gash in the warrior Okisuke's chest. "It's about this level."
The pain made the warrior Okisuke frown, but when he looked down, he was extremely shocked.
Through the wound, he could clearly see his internal organs, but even so, there was no large amount of blood spurting out. Instead, it was gradually healing.
In the past, such a serious injury would immediately cause him to lose most of his fighting power, but now, apart from the pain, he was almost unaffected.
Orochimaru was not surprised. This was normal for a wood-ified body. He instructed,
"Your body doesn't have this kind of recovery ability in all areas. It's concentrated in the torso and a small part of the limbs. You can try to figure out the specific range yourself."
"Yes, I will."
The warrior Okisuke touched the wound on his chest. Even though it was his own body, it felt somewhat strange at this moment.
He glanced at the direction under the hospital bed, where there was a pile of black ash.
"Your sacrifice will never be wasted. I will definitely take back the village from their hands."
"Alright, that's all for today."
After Orochimaru waited for the warrior Okisuke's condition to stabilize, he began to urge them to leave.
Mifune said in a deep voice, "Lord Orochimaru, I also need to undergo surgery."
"You? No."
Orochimaru shook his head. "I said before that your chances of success are extremely low."
"The leader of the samurai died in my hands. This is very troublesome."
Moreover, without Mifune, who else would have the appeal to make the remaining samurai risk their lives to enter the operating room?
Hearing Orochimaru say this, Mifune had no choice but to give up.
Besides the battlefield, there were other places that needed him to support them. He couldn't give up his life so early.
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At the original Land of Iron Samurai Village, inside the newly built ninja school.
On the playground, a child was pushed down onto the snow, making a crunching sound. Before he could support himself to stand up, a boy rode on top of him and punched him hard in the face.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault... If it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have died..."
The boy swung his fists wildly, tears rolling down his eyes, as if he wasn't the one doing the hitting, but rather the one being beaten.
Pulling the view further away, you could see that all over this playground, there were children fighting in chaos.
The children of the residents who moved from the Land of Water were outnumbered by the natives, putting them at a disadvantage. Even if there were a few who were slightly stronger, they couldn't beat the combined strength of three or five children.
Of course, the Land of Iron children didn't dare to use weapons, or even use heavy blows. If they did, someone would quickly step forward to stop them and be punished with confinement.
Releasing their anger with fists was the most intense way these children could express themselves.
"Ring ring..."
The recess whistle suddenly rang, and the actions of those who were hitting and those who were being hit paused for a moment. Then, they got up and ran to the classroom.
Soon, only a black-haired boy was lying in the snow.
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