"So what are we now?"
"Master and pet."
"If that's what you like, I'll go along with it."
"Where's your self-respect?"
"Can self-respect get me kisses?"
Xuanhui looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. Something had gone wrong with the way he had raised her.
They kissed for an hour before finally wearing themselves out, then sat on the swing and gently swayed.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
What had started as an exchange of sweet nothings had turned into them showing each other their love.
"From now on, I'll be yours forever..."
Worn out from playing around, Pakura rested her head on Xuanhui's shoulder and fell asleep.
Xuanhui patted Pakura's head, pondering the future of the Shinobi World...
"Heehee! It's finally done!"
Obito and Black Zetsu exchanged a glance.
They looked at Orochimaru, whose face bore a hint of obsession.
"Orochimaru, what is this?"
Orochimaru ran his tongue around his lips and strolled toward the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
He raised a finger and pointed at the nutrient tubes behind it.
"I've successfully downgraded the Hashirama Cells!"
Black Zetsu's pitch-black face was full of confusion.
"What the hell?"
Although he had lived a long time and knew how to scheme, his understanding of scientific research was only rudimentary.
Obito's raspy voice rang out too, carrying a questioning edge.
"Orochimaru, is downgrading them supposed to be a good thing?"
"You two really don't understand..."
He shook the test tubes in his hands and mixed the two solutions together. What had originally been just 1 ml of tissue fluid instantly multiplied to 5 ml!
"This is..."
Orochimaru patted the outer shell of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
"Did you know? Hashirama Cells aren't base cells, but derivatives of base cells."
"I don't understand."