In the highest restricted laboratory on the third underground level, the stench of formaldehyde mixed with fermenting dead flesh was several times stronger than it had been last week. Yoru kicked open the rusty iron door, his sole slipping across the slimy green water with a piercing squelch. He casually spat on the scratched steel plate, getting rid of the taste of the half cucumber he had eaten outside along with it.
"Uncle Snake, shouldn't you get someone to air this damn place out?" Yoru covered his nose, the hem of his coat dragging through the grime. "Coming in here once feels like enough to give me rhinitis. This stench is harsher than the cold sweat Kakuzu breaks out in when he counts money."
Orochimaru was crouched before the enormous glass tank at the very back. His lab coat, which should have been white, was now splattered with dark red and deep purple bloodstains, stiff as though they had crusted over. The cold blade in his hand was rapidly dissecting the half of Kinshiki's rib cage that remained, still smoking black. At Yoru's voice, he abruptly turned around. Fanatical green light burned in his golden snake eyes, while drool ran down his long tongue to his collar.
"Lord Yoru! Your timing couldn't be better!" Orochimaru's excited voice cracked like a broken bellows. "The structure of these Ōtsutsuki Clan members is simply... simply too unreasonable, and yet too perfect!" With a hard pull, he extracted a translucent nerve strand from the gap in the pale bone. It pulsed faintly and gave off a blue glow.
Yoru walked over and casually took a half-chewed piece of gum from his pocket, sticking it onto an empty test tube rack with a smack. "Skip the nonsense. Get to the point." "Was that cry Urashiki