The Era of Everyone Being Kage-Level Has Arrived; Even the Cleaning Lady Can Roll Rasengans

The train's whistle still echoed through the valley, carrying the pungent smell of raw iron rust.

Iwagakure's expansion was advancing at a downright unreasonable speed.

The God Tree Root Cultivation Pod was still running, spewing out pools of green genetic fluid around the clock.

Orochimaru's gang of research maniacs, clad in white coats stained with grease, even ate beside the cultivation tanks. The reek of chemical reagents on them was so harsh it made people's eyes sting.

"Lord Yoru, the final batch of enhancement drugs has left the factory."

Orochimaru wiped the cold sweat from his face. Green slime filled the cracks beneath his fingernails.

He cradled a metal case full of blue medicine like it was some priceless family heirloom.

Half a red bloody fingerprint still stained the edge of the case, making it nauseating to look at.

"In today's Iwagakure, even Auntie Zhang, the woman sweeping at the village gate, can practically roll a Rasengan as big as a washbasin."

Yoru took the case and casually tossed it onto a battered wooden table beside him.

With a sizzle.

The liquid sloshed inside the syringes, giving off a cold metallic gleam.

"How are those brats doing now?"

Yoru turned his head and looked at the scenes on the training ground outside the window, scenes painful enough to make one's teeth ache.

The old Iwagakure had relied on nothing but stubbornly grinding away at Earth Release and hardening their bodies through sheer effort.

But now?

The Gene Optimization Serum developed by Orochimaru, along with the Scientific Ninja Tools those scientists forcibly stuffed into their hands.

Those children had been soaked in the Gravity Sealing Room since they were little, each one trained into a tiny monster.

On the training ground.

A five- or six-year-old Iwagakure brat was doing push-ups, drenched