Dodai worked with high efficiency, hastily concocting a reasonable-sounding ancient record by the very next day and arranging for men to take a detour via the sea toward the Land of Rivers.
"An Iwagakure emissary."
Inside Kikyō Mountain Castle on the border of the Land of Fire, Shimura Danzō was quite surprised upon hearing the report.
Why would Iwagakure send an emissary to his side?
What was that old geezer Ōnoki trying to do?
"Perhaps they have come up with some novel ideas."
Orochimaru, who was currently adjusting and recovering the arm cells for Shimura Danzō, uttered a remark, equally curious about Iwagakure's intentions.
"Go bring them over."
Shimura Danzō could not figure it out for a moment, so he could only wait for people to come over and see.
"How many more times can this arm be used?"
Glancing at the grayish-white arm, Shimura Danzō was not very satisfied with it.
He had originally thought he could maintain it indefinitely, but who would have thought that fighting the Third Kazekage a few times would overdraw it.
And that was even with Orochimaru frequently coming over to adjust and maintain it; otherwise, it would have been scrap long ago.
What he wanted was not this kind of consumable.
"I am currently researching the essence of that ultra-strong vitality found in First Hokage's cells. If we achieve results, we can use that ultra-strong vitality to further maintain this arm.
However, if you continue to engage in that kind of high-intensity combat, it will eventually collapse anyway."
Wrapping specially prepared medical bandages around Shimura Danzō's arm, Orochimaru knew that this arm could not last much longer.
"It has to last through this war at the very least."
Shimura Danzō certainly did not want to drop the ball during this war.
Orochimaru did