Experiment Successful

"Brother Madara, Izuna, please come in." Mina's sweet voice rang out.

Madara looked at the girl before him, whose youth had been stripped away by war, now quietly staring at Izuna. He was long accustomed to this sight.

He directly ignored the two, lifted his foot over the threshold, and walked toward the low table in the courtyard.

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Seeing Madara sit alone at the square table, Kosuke raised a hand and poured him a cup of plain water.

Madara glanced at the cup, a hint of amusement in his tone: "When did you pick up this habit? This is the first time you've poured water for me—how rare."

"Drink it or don't."

Kosuke let his hand go, setting the kettle down heavily on the table, the clear water in the cup rippling faintly.

He leaned back, his tone indifferent: "Now that I've started refining Chakra, that matter needs to be put on the agenda. Otherwise, it'll keep nagging at me."

Just as Madara was wondering when the experiment would begin, Mina's voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Madara, let me tell you, the first time Kosuke refined Chakra, his reserves were astonishing!"

At the same time, Kosuke directly released the pressure formed by his own Chakra.

"How is this possible?"

Madara's pupils sharply contracted. He braced his hands on the table and stood up, his face full of disbelief.

"Such a massive amount of Chakra? And you've only just started refining it, right? How did you manage to keep me completely unaware? It seems your control over Chakra is also impressive."

In response to Madara's shock, Kosuke acted as if no one else were there, picked up the cup of water from the table, and took a sip. "You didn't really think all my scribbling and reading over the past few years was just messing around, did you?"

Uh... what else would it be?

Catching Kosuke's mocking gaze, Madara instantly reverted to his previous arrogant expression.

He used a Chakra thread to right the chair he'd knocked over in his excitement and sat back down.

But inside, his mind was still churning with towering waves.

"Tch—boring. Can't you let me show off a little?"

"Wow, Little Kosuke is so Tekura, like a little cow riding a plane—cow..."

"Stop!! Have some mercy, just stop!"

Mina watched this scene, her eyes filled with delight.

If only there were no war, then we could play like this every day without a care. What a pity... Damn those Senju and Uzumaki!

"If you're free tomorrow, come to my Academy."

"Is it starting?"

"Yeah. I want to take advantage of this brief lull in the clan's activities to test it out. If it works, your chances of survival on the battlefield will increase. If it fails, pretend I never said anything."

"Especially you, Izuna. You're always wandering around. Do you think my home is yours? Ever since you came back from the battlefield, you've been showing up at my place every other day!"

Kosuke's gaze fell on Mina and Izuna with a look of frustration, irritation churning inside him.

If he remembered correctly, Izuna was already nine this year.

His current strength was far inferior to the version of him in the manga from his past life. If things continued like this, he probably wouldn't even live to twenty-four before that white-haired freak Senju Tobirama smacked him to death.

"Little Kosuke, what's with that look?? Why's it making me nervous?"

Nervous? You know what nervous is?

"Alright, Madara, do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

"No."

Seeing Kosuke, who had been frowning just moments ago, suddenly ask about him, Madara replied quietly.

"Have you awakened your Sharingan?"

Madara slowly nodded, simultaneously activating the Sharingan in his eyes. A single tomoe appeared clearly within the crimson pupil.

"Then let's go. Come with me to the Academy right now."

"We're coming too."

Seeing Kosuke and Madara about to leave, Mina quickly called out, afraid she and Izuna would be left out of the group.

In the basement of the Academy, on the left side of the ancestral shrine.

Kosuke, Madara, Mina, and Izuna stood before the prisoners held captive there.

Looking at the chunin firmly bound to the rack before him, Kosuke didn't hesitate. He immediately directed Izuna to bring a table from the side and laid out the modified Lesser Heavenly Circulation and Greater Heavenly Circulation route diagrams, written in a way ninjas could understand, where the prisoner could see them.

Having done this, Kosuke turned to look at Madara.

The meaning in his eyes was unmistakable.

Madara stepped forward slowly. His crimson single-tomoe Sharingan abruptly activated, its powerful Dojutsu instantly seizing the prisoner's mind, plunging him into a vortex of immense terror.

At the same time, he reached out, grabbed a long whip from the side, and lashed it viciously.

"Ah—you evil Uchiha..."

The insults from the captive's mouth had not yet finished when Madara's single-tomoe Sharingan reflected in his eyes.

"Look!" Madara's voice was as cold as a blade, the whip tip pointing at the Lesser Heavenly Circulation route map. "Re-circulate your Chakra according to this route! Do it, and you might save your life; refuse..."

Madara did not finish, but the murderous intent surging in his eyes said it all.

Under the genjutsu pressure of the Sharingan and the threat of death, the captive's eyes gradually filled with terror, darting between the scroll and the long whip in Madara's hand, cold sweat soaking his tattered clothes.

In the end, the instinct to survive overpowered everything. With despair and resentment, he began to arduously guide the circulation of Chakra within his body according to the route on the diagram.

The next second, his originally smooth-flowing Chakra suddenly surged wildly toward his Ren and Du Meridians, cycling with high efficiency.

The change in Chakra instantly broke him free from the mental suppression of the genjutsu. The Sharingan reflected in his eyes vanished in a flash, and his gaze returned to clarity.

He let out a despairing roar: "Ah...! Wicked Uchiha! You'll die a miserable death! If you've got the guts, kill me! Don't think... you'll ever make me cooperate with some evil experiment!"

"Silence him!"

Kosuke ordered with a frown, his mind rapidly analyzing the ninja's earlier Chakra shift.

Upon hearing this, Izuna stepped forward and struck the captive unconscious with a single hand chop.

Kosuke quickly approached, channeling his own Chakra into the other's body to examine it closely.

Seeing Kosuke's focused expression, the three stood silently aside, waiting for the result.

Several cups of tea's time passed.

Kosuke withdrew his Chakra and turned to face the three. "The Lesser Heavenly Circulation route is safe. Circulating Chakra along this path reduces loss in other meridians, making it more concentrated and refined. I speculate it will directly improve the precision of jutsu release and the burst of taijutsu."

He paused, turning back to cast a grave glance at the unconscious captive. "At the same time, because Chakra converges here, it's hard for it to spread to other meridians. This might reduce the power of large-scale jutsu and slow their activation speed."

As he spoke, thoughts churned in Kosuke's mind.

What about the Greater Heavenly Circulation route?

But that route was too complex. The moment Chakra inside the body began to change drastically, it would wake the caster.

It seemed only voluntary cooperation would work.

But who would be willing?

Clan members?

The moment this idea flashed through Kosuke's mind, it quickly took shape and solidified.

"But is there something else?"

Madara's eyes narrowed, his cold gaze sweeping over the captive repeatedly.

Hearing this, Kosuke turned back and shared the idea with the others. The three's expressions did not change, not even a flicker.

They all understood: if the Greater Heavenly Circulation route also succeeded, it would bring endless benefits to the clan.

As for failure...

Then it would be as if it never happened.