"Seeing you now is like seeing my former self."
Orochimaru patted Muzan on the shoulder. He could see Muzan's longing for life, and coupled with his body and obsession with research, Orochimaru felt that only Muzan could inherit everything he had.
"That won't be necessary."
Muzan took an imperceptible step back. He had no desire to become a freak like Orochimaru.
"Kehehe!"
Ambition colored Orochimaru's laughter as he opened his mouth and spat out a bundle of scrolls.
Muzan seriously suspected that Orochimaru had a dimensional pouch in his stomach like Doraemon, capable of stuffing anything inside. The saliva coating it, however, was disgusting.
"From the look in your eyes, you want to learn this technique? I can teach you."
Nothing was safer than one's own body. As long as Orochimaru was not killed, no one could obtain this experimental data.
"I'll pass. I think carrying things with me is fine."
Muzan opened the scroll and examined it carefully. It described a simple method of stimulating cells, making one's cells more active.
After all, the human body's cell division had limits. Even Tsunade, the founder of Medical Ninjutsu, was no exception and would not lightly stimulate cells to accelerate healing.
The notes in his hand simply described the effects of stimulating cells; they had not yet reached the level of Kabuto's later abilities.
It had to be said that the future Kabuto truly was a genius. If necessary, at this point in time, Kabuto should have arrived at Konoha's orphanage.
He could not let Orochimaru get there first.
"Although I do not know the strength of your cells, excessive stimulation will cause unavoidable harm to the body."
"Thank you, Teacher Orochimaru."
Muzan would have to research the rest himself. After all, Orochimaru's research leaned more toward the Bloodline Limits of