Repairing His Body, a Healthy Body Was a Little Strong

"Luo Uchiha..."

In the gloomy underground base, Orochimaru stood before an instrument, holding the latest examination report as his gaze moved back and forth between its contents and the child lying down.

These numbers were far too poor, weren't they?

With a body like this, not only could he not awaken the Sharingan, he could not even refine chakra.

No wonder Danzo had looked so strange when Orochimaru said he wanted to personally examine him for peace of mind. For a ninja, this body was no longer merely poor—it had never held any promise from the very beginning.

"This value increased too?"

A finger appeared before Orochimaru, pointing at one of the figures on the report.

Starting from that finger, the illusory figure gradually became clearer. At least, from Orochimaru's perspective, A Luo appeared in this manner.

"Welcome home, adorable child!"

Orochimaru froze for a moment, then smiled and reached out, wanting to touch that slightly fluffy-haired little head.

What an adorable young boy!

"Home? Though I feel agreeing right away would make you happier, I still need to point out that my home is wherever my brother is."

Seeing how happily Orochimaru was smiling, A Luo gave the matter some "serious" thought before explaining the facts to him.

"That's fine. Once you grow stronger, bring your brother over too."

Orochimaru had always considered himself tolerant toward mischievous children with talent, so his smile became even brighter.

"We'll see. He's safest staying over there for now. Konoha... may be a little terrible, but as the Uchiha clan's only remaining survivor, Konoha won't let the other villages set their sights on him yet."

A Luo shook his head. For now, he did not want to change Sasuke's situation too much.

When this "good-for-nothing" was stolen away, Danzo had been furious, but in the end, it did not involve too many interests and would not cause much trouble.

But Sasuke was different.

Ever since the Uchiha clan had been massacred, Sasuke Uchiha had been known to everyone as the Uchiha clan's last surviving member. In Konoha, he was practically a symbol of the past.

Tsunade of the Senju Clan, Naruto of the Uzumaki Clan, Sasuke of the Uchiha Clan...

On the surface, every clan really had only one person left...

"Don't worry. As long as you work hard to stay alive, there will definitely come a day when you can repay all those grievances and unwillingness!"

Orochimaru's raised hand finally came down on the little head. Unfortunately, A Luo had not materialized. He could see him, but his fingers still passed through empty air.

He had wanted to comfort the child, but that sudden emptiness scattered the emotions he had been trying to build up.

Somewhat displeased, he walked over to the mobile hospital bed and rubbed the brat's head twice with his hand before finally feeling satisfied.

"Help me find a place rich in spiritual energy... in other words, a place where natural energy is dense. In Konoha, I could only maintain a sickly body. Now that I've left, it's time to use the power cultivated by my soul to restore my body to health."

A Luo floated nearby and laughed heartily at Orochimaru's reaction.

But after laughing, it was time to begin what needed to be done.

"What else do you need? For repairing the body... do you need nutrient solution or a nutrient tank?"

Orochimaru had a great many research materials and research directions. He had plenty of materials related to bodily strengthening and physical restoration.

"If possible, find a container without a lid and fill it with nutrient solution for me to soak in. It should speed up my recovery."

A Luo thought it over. Since the nutrient solution was available, he might as well use it. It could also save him part of the process of extracting and converting energy from spiritual energy.

With a goal in mind and Orochimaru's careful arrangements, by the time dawn began to break, A Luo was deep within a forest thick with wood energy, back in his body and beginning a new round of cultivation.

"Soul... cultivation..."

More than two hundred meters away, Orochimaru leaned against a tree trunk and watched the small boy in the bathtub rapidly absorb the surrounding energy. The corners of his mouth slowly lifted, and his snake-like eyes brimmed with excitement and anticipation.

"Orochimaru-sama, Luo Uchiha's body will definitely recover..."

The white-haired child stood beside Orochimaru, looking at the child in the distance. He felt excitement, anticipation, and disappointment.

His own body was very strong. It should have been what Orochimaru-sama needed most, but he was ill—an inherited disease of his clan...

Having lost the possibility of dedicating himself to Orochimaru-sama, he felt lost over the value of his own existence.

Then, Orochimaru-sama had suddenly taken an interest in Konoha's Uchiha clan. Yesterday, he had even risked going to Konoha personally to bring this boy back.

He had been happy. Orochimaru-sama had finally found his favorite vessel. But after seeing the examination results conducted last night, he had felt sad.

This little Uchiha's body was terribly weak, so weak that he could not cultivate or become a ninja...

Fortunately, there was still hope. Though he did not know exactly what was going on, Orochimaru-sama had said this little Uchiha's body could be repaired, and he believed Orochimaru-sama's judgment.

As long as his body could be restored, as long as he could cultivate and grow stronger, Orochimaru-sama's wish could come true.

"Kimimaro, you're a good child..."

Orochimaru reached out and placed a hand atop Kimimaro's head, rubbing the soft little head. The slightly tense air around him relaxed as well.

In the past, what he needed most had been a vessel, but now things were different.

He had seen it. He had seen that child full of surprises truly using power drawn forth by his soul to gradually transform that sickly shell into a healthy body.

This power, this direction of cultivation and growth—this was what he loved and needed most!

He knew his research direction had been right. As long as he found the right path, all kinds of negative conditions in the body could be removed, allowing him to remain forever at his strongest state...

Compared to Orochimaru's excitement, A Luo, soaking in highly concentrated nutrient solution inside the bathtub, really wanted to complain.

And since he wanted to, he did.

System, just to be clear, most of the materials I bought are for cultivation, not body tempering, right?

A Luo looked at the strength of his cells, which had already surpassed that of ordinary children his age. He had not even started cultivating yet; merely recovering his health had done this. Wasn't that a bit excessive?

[Qi cultivation plus body tempering—the normal cultivation mode. Only when the two are matched can you grow better. Host, don't worry. Even if cultivators take the body-tempering path, they won't turn you into a muscle man. You don't have the aptitude for it.]

The system sent out the message with considerable disdain, telling its host not to overthink things.

A body stronger than that of ordinary children his age was perfectly normal.

Anything sold by the system, even low-priced materials, could never possibly be defective!