Potions, Experiments, and Squibs

His voice was not loud, but in the silent laboratory, every word seemed carved into stone, carrying a cold, utterly emotionless judgment.

The corners of his mouth dipped slightly. It was not contempt, but something more objective—the dispassionate verdict of "substandard" one might give a crudely made piece of craftsmanship.

He raised his right hand, palm upward, fingers slightly spread. Several rare materials sealed in special crystal bottles floated up beside him. Their stoppers popped open automatically, and the contents drifted from the mouths of the bottles, lining up in midair.

Mithril dust, silver-white like crushed starlight, slowly spun through the air.

Phoenix Rebirth Ashes Replica—a synthetic substance made from Fire Dragon blood and Unicorn horn powder, with magical fluctuations extremely similar to phoenix ashes—was dark red, like coagulated blood.

There was also a small vial of powdered Temporal Sand from a Time-Turner, the most precious material. Every grain emitted a faint golden glow, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Under Madara's Eye Technique, the materials began to fuse. The mithril dust moved first, spreading through the air to form an exceedingly thin, translucent silver-white film. Then the Phoenix Rebirth Ashes Replica was embedded into the molecular gaps of that film, grain by grain, like stars set into the night sky.

Finally came the Temporal Sand powder. It was not embedded, but enclosed within the film, like tiny glowing suns frozen inside ice.

Throughout the entire process, Madara's fingers did not move. His eyes did. Those scarlet Sharingan tracked the position of every molecule, the path of every thread of magic, and every peak and trough of energy fluctuations.

He knew where those materials were, where they needed to go, and how to move them from one place to another. There was no need for trial and error, no need for adjustments,