"The Second is still puzzled by it."
Hiruko scratched his head. He did not understand why those people on the moon had suddenly become capable of breaking the Flying Thunder God formula either. Judging from their previous methods, they should not have possessed that ability.
The Tenseigan?
Orochimaru, however, fell into thought.
As an evolved dojutsu of the Byakugan, seeing through the flow of Chakra was no difficult feat for the Tenseigan.
After all, the Byakugan itself possessed a similar ability—
And if it could see through it, it could naturally interfere with it.
Therefore, those people on the moon did not need to understand the Flying Thunder God's complex spacetime coordinate formulas. They only needed to forcibly destroy the Chakra circulation pathways with their ocular power, like smashing a walnut.
Crude, but effective.
"Alright, I understand.
Take Minato to handle the paperwork and get two sets of white coats. Don't let him touch the culture dishes in cabinet number three."
After thinking for a moment, Orochimaru continued.
"No problem."
"Come on, kid. I'll show you around.
And pick up your things while we're at it—"
Hiruko nodded and left with Minato Namikaze.
Orochimaru took a deep breath. Chakra traced an intricate formula beneath his feet.
His vision warped in an instant.
Space folded and stretched, and the sound of rushing air by his ears vanished briefly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the Second's private laboratory on the third underground level.
The air here was perpetually thick with the pungent stench of formalin mixed with highly concentrated Chakra culture solution.
Thanks to the techniques he had provided, the Second had gained quite a few usable experimental materials.
Combined with the tireless nature of an Impure World Reincarnation body, the Second spent most of his