In a laboratory filled with precision instruments,
Obito sat sprawled atop an experiment table.
He shook his head and sighed at Orochimaru.
"Orochimaru, I only asked you to grow me a body, and you took a full twenty years. I'm sorely disappointed."
Orochimaru gave a rueful smile and explained helplessly,
"Lord Obito, your cells are far too active. Their structure, their rate of replication..."
Orochimaru went on at length, but Obito didn't understand much of it.
As far as he could tell, the gist was simple.
He was too powerful—so powerful that he had surpassed the limits of humanity.
Cloning a body of equal strength was exponentially more difficult.
"Hmm. That sounds reasonable, I suppose?" Obito muttered.
Now that he thought about it, Ōtsutsuki technology was far ahead of Earth's. There was no way they hadn't mastered cloning.
So why hadn't they cloned a few bodies for themselves to use as vessels for reincarnation?
Perhaps they were simply too powerful to clone.
At that thought,
a violet light flashed in Obito's eyes.
He sent the body modeled after his own into the Kamui Dimension.
A moment later, his other self sent back a response.
This body is highly compatible. After I nurture it with Chakra for a hundred years, it should become a perfect vessel.
"Phew. As long as it works. That's another life in reserve..."
Obito finally relaxed. He smiled at Orochimaru.
"Well done. Thanks for all your hard work, Orochimaru."
Orochimaru smiled modestly and bowed slightly.
"Easing your worries is simply my duty, my lord."
With that said,
he seemed to have more to say, but hesitated.
Kabuto, standing nearby, smiled and stepped forward.
"Teacher, we've used up the Ten-Tails Chakra you gave us last time."
"We hope you can provide more for our research."
Obito was in