Uchiha Xuan ignored Chiyo's warning about the visual nerve, and looked past the complicated data flow to the lower left corner of the holographic projection.
There, several green light spots representing the "Lurking Shadow" team had just penetrated the underground pipe network in the seventh area of the Hidden Leaf Village site.
Instead of worrying about the logical loopholes in the optic nerve, it is better to see if these hounds that have just had their spines modified can bite people.
The picture on the screen was shaking, and the lens was specially made and attached a few centimeters to the ground - that was the perspective of Team Lurking Shadow.
Deep in the dark and damp ruins, the air is filled with the sour smell of old rotting corpses and mold.
Under a collapsed Hokage Rock, they found a secret room that had not been affected by the war.
On the stone platform in the center of the secret room, a petri dish covered with Sealing Jutsu style was emitting a faint green light.
That is the cell sample of Hashirama Senju.
In this crazy Shinobi World, this thing is ten thousand times more valuable than gold, and it is the "ticket to become a god" that countless ambitious people dream of.
The leader, number D-03, stretched out his hand, and his fingertips were still three inches away from the petri dish.
Xuan sat in front of the console, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and gently tapped the enter key with his finger.
Not for reward, but for domestication.
Deep underground, a high-frequency current exploded along the spine of D-03 without warning.
It was not an ordinary electric shock, but a signal storm that directly acted on the pain nerves.
Without any hesitation or even need for brain thinking, D-03's body reacted faster than his consciousness.
His knees hit the rough stone slab hard, making a tooth-breaking crunch.
Immediately afterwards, the three team members behind him knelt on the ground in unison like dominoes being toppled.
The severe pain caused their muscles to spasm wildly, and their gray combat uniforms were instantly wet with sweat.
But no one dared to scream, and even the sound of chattering teeth was clenched in the mouth.
Xuan looked at the trembling backs on the screen with indifferent eyes.
This is the practical version of the Pavlov effect.
The first reaction when seeing something good cannot be "take it", it must be "kneel down".
Only when you kneel to a standard enough level can you be qualified to touch the leftovers given by God.
In the picture, D-03 endured the heartbreaking pain and knocked his forehead heavily to the ground.
After ringing his head three times, the skin on his forehead was torn by gravel, and blood flowed down the bridge of his nose and into his mouth, carrying a fishy smell of rust.
After confirming this extremely humble gesture, Xuan released the electric shock command.
D-03, as if he had been granted amnesty, stretched out his trembling hands and picked up the petri dish like a fragile porcelain.
"Well done." Chiyo's voice suddenly sounded, "Obedience has been internalized into survival instinct. Then, there is no need to keep this step."
She pressed the detonator in her hand.
In the secret room, the petri dish in D-03's hand suddenly made a slight buzzing sound.
The nano-self-destructing puppet bug embedded at the bottom of the container was instantly activated, and the high temperature instantly carbonized the precious Hashirama Cells into a pinch of worthless black ash.
D-03 froze, holding a pile of black ash, with confusion and fear in his eyes.
He thought he had failed in his errand, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Tell them that the mission is accomplished." Xuan turned off the communication channel and picked up the herbal tea on the table. "The world today does not need dead old gods. Even the cells of God of Shinobi are just a bunch of expired proteins. What I want them to kneel to is not my power, but my rules."
The journey back was not smooth.
As soon as they emerged from the ruins, Team Lurking Shadow ran into three wandering ninjas searching for treasure in the ruins.
The other party obviously regarded these weirdos lying on the ground as seriously injured deserters.
"Hey, isn't this Hidden Leaf Village's disability?"
One of the wandering ninjas with a sinister face carried a big knife and spat on the back of D-03's hand.
He looked at these guys who were still sticking to the ground and sneered harshly, "What, your legs are broken? It's really embarrassing for a ninja to crawl on the ground like maggots."
The other two people also started laughing, looking at the Lurking Shadow team members with unscrupulous eyes, as if they were looking at some fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
D-03 did not wipe the saliva off the back of his hand, nor did he raise his head.
His gaze always remained at the opponent's ankle level.
For them now, this is the best hunting perspective.
"Maggots?"
This word swirled around in D-03's muddy mind before being abandoned.
Kill order, confirmed.
Just when the wandering ninja raised his foot to step on D-03's head, a sudden change occurred.
D-03, who had been lying motionless, moved.
But instead of standing up, he jumped out like a disturbed black mamba snake, sticking to the ground in an unprecedented and weird posture.
The modified spine gave him extremely terrifying flexibility.
He did not fight against gravity, but complied with it. His body was like a black lightning, sliding across a distance of two meters in an instant.
It's too fast, so fast that it completely exceeds normal human understanding of "attack forward".
The wandering ninja's feet were still in the air, and the short blade in D-03's hand had already cut into his crotch accurately from bottom to top, all the way up, as smoothly as cutting a piece of tofu.
Pfft--
Blood and colorful internal organs instantly splashed all over the floor.
The wandering ninja didn't even feel the pain before his whole body was disemboweled.
He clutched his stomach and fell down in fear. Only then did the shrill screams break through his throat.
"What..."
Before the other two people could react, the remaining Lurking Shadow team members had already arrived.
They don't need to stand or jump.
The elbow smashed the knee, the finger stab pierced the hamstring, and then the moment the opponent lost his balance and fell to the ground, the sharp teeth directly bit the throat.
The battle ends in three seconds.
The three ninjas who were arrogant just now turned into three warm corpses.
However, all members of the Lurking Shadow team still maintained their creepy crawling posture, with their bodies covered in the enemy's blood. They crawled over the corpses indifferently and continued to meander towards the base.
They didn't even raise their heads to look at those dead-set faces.
On the high platform of the shrine, Xuan looked down at everything and nodded with satisfaction.
"This attack method is very dirty and very effective." He ordered, "Drag those three corpses back. I will pull out their spines and melt them."
That night, a strange bronze statue appeared at the entrance of the Uchiha Clan's new base.
It was made of three complete human spines, wrapped in melted Kunai and scrap iron.
The bronze statue showed an extremely exaggerated kneeling posture, with its forehead firmly pressed against the ground, its hands clasped behind its back, and every vertebrae twisted into painful shapes.
Xuan stood in front of the bronze statue and announced to the assembled tribesmen, "This is the rule. Anyone who enters my domain must first worship this statue and then worship my way."
Late at night, the Kakkō in the furnace room flickered on and off.
Chiyo Saori stood alone in front of the operating table, holding a fine scalpel in his hand and dissecting the residue left by the bronze statue.
She extracted an extremely weak trace of chakra filled with resentment from the twisted metal structure, and then carefully injected it into the core of a miniature puppet.
It was a small doll only as big as a palm.
With the injection of chakra, the puppet's eyes lit up with a strange red light.
It did not attack or run around. Instead, under the shocked gaze of Chiyo, it stiffly bent its knees and slowly knelt down facing the void. It raised its hands high, holding a spare gear engraved with the word "Xuan".
His actions are standard and pious, with a kind of servility that goes deep into his bones.
Chiyo felt a chill running down her spine. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the cold gear, muttering to herself, "Have you even learned to surrender to metals and dead objects?"
The air outside the laboratory was extremely dry, and the night wind carried gravel and slapped it against the windows, making a rustling sound.
It seems that since the war, this land has not received a drop of rain for thirty days.