"Of course. Even if you don't mind losing control of your bowels and bladder, you should still consider Lord Orochimaru and me."
Shinsuke Uchiha's expression soured at that. He looked at Yakushi Kabuto with open hostility.
Kabuto looked utterly unbothered. The two stared at each other for a moment before Shinsuke Uchiha snorted and turned toward the washroom.
There were more urgent matters to deal with. He didn't have time to argue with this bespectacled boy.
After he went into the washroom, Orochimaru nodded to Kabuto and continued preparing the nutrient solution they would need.
Kabuto's provocation had been done at Orochimaru's suggestion. Emotions like anger and irritation could heighten mental activity, which would help with the First Hokage Cells transplant.
Besides, it would prepare Shinsuke Uchiha for what was coming, so he wouldn't overreact to anything normal during the procedure.
Even a battle-hardened warrior who had killed countless people might not be able to accept losing control of his bowels and bladder. Especially when he'd soon be soaking in nutrient solution, and that solution...
In short, Orochimaru intended to take every possible advantage, no matter how small, to ensure the transplant succeeded.
A good while later—far longer than it would take an ordinary man to use the toilet and take a bath—Shinsuke Uchiha emerged from the washroom.
He looked as if he were questioning his entire existence, as though he'd only just discovered how much foul filth his body could hold.
"Now you understand, don't you? If you lose control during the operation, what do you think will happen?"
Yakushi Kabuto's eyes narrowed slightly. His cool expression and faintly teasing tone made the remark all the more scornful.
Shinsuke Uchiha's face turned ashen. He glanced at the water tank, over two meters long and filled with pale green