"Ah... what a pity."
After observing it for quite some time, Tian Yuan straightened up again and gently shook his head, his eyes filled with regret.
Enkō frowned. "What do you mean?"
After choosing his words, Tian Yuan slowly explained, "My lords, look. The surface of this piece of flesh is dark brown, which clearly means it has already decayed. The chunk itself is small to begin with, and once the spoiled parts are removed, there will barely be any good flesh left."
"Uh..." Enkō's expression stiffened. He waved a hand. "There was nothing I could do. I didn't expect Hashirama to show up either. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I didn't have any containers for preservation, so I could only bring it back in such a hurry."
Tian Yuan nodded and continued, "From what you've said, my lord, you intend to extract the cells from this flesh and transplant them into someone else. In that case, we must also account for losses during extraction. Hmm... even if cells can be extracted in the end, there will be very few of them. Uh... perhaps not even as many cells as a mouthful of saliva."
"Ah." Enkō sighed regretfully. What a shame to lose such a rare opportunity. The next time he might obtain Hashirama's cellular tissue would likely be the day his eldest brother fought Hashirama.
In truth, it was also a matter of the times. Current technology was not advanced enough. If this were several decades later, they might really have been able to extract it.
Although he did not know why Enkō cared so much about such an illusory legend, Madara still reminded him, "There's nothing wrong with pursuing strength, but you can't let it become an obsession. It's only a legend. No one knows whether it's