The dungeon of Konoha's Military Police Force was built thirty meters underground. The farther down one went, the murkier the air became.
Uchiha Sanpo slowly descended the stairs, flames casting swaying shadows across the walls.
On the third underground level, the area around the iron door was covered in fingernail scratches—the desperate marks left behind by the last prisoner before his death.
Click—
The heavy iron door opened. Boots stepped onto the water-seeping floor, making an unpleasant squelching sound.
In front of Cell 44, Uchiha Sanpo stopped. His Sharingan turned slightly, taking in every detail of the other man's body data.
Matsui Shikone. Jōnin. Height: 1.98 meters. Skilled in taijutsu. Chakra meridian width: 1.7 times that of an ordinary person...
Matsui Shikone raised his head warily, unease in his eyes. "It's not mealtime. Uchiha brat, what do you want?"
Uchiha Sanpo did not answer. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun sharply: Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique.
Matsui Shikone's body instantly went rigid. In the illusion, five massive iron spikes pinned his spiritual body in place, leaving him unable to move.
In reality, Uchiha Sanpo had already used a specially made key to open the triple-encrypted cell door.
"Test subject status confirmed. Suitable for Impure World Reincarnation."
Uchiha Sanpo murmured to himself and took five crystal syringes from his ninja tool pouch.
Four of them contained a pale green fluorescent liquid, slowly flowing like living things in the dim light;
The last one was deep red, so thick it resembled congealed blood.
He quickly formed hand seals, and two shadow clones appeared at his left and right.
The first shadow clone took out a precision syringe and drove the needle accurately into Matsui Shikone's abdomen. The instant the needle tip touched muscle, the deep red liquid began injecting automatically.
"Urgh... ah..." Matsui Shikone's