Nagato slowly sat up on the stretcher and opened his eyes. As he opened his right eye, a sharp pain shot through it...
The tremendous power coming from his right eye felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Along with that discomfort came a powerful suction, and Orochimaru and Hashirama watched as the perfectly healthy Nagato suddenly began wasting away before their eyes...
He hadn't quite become skin and bones, but he looked like he'd lost a good twenty or thirty pounds...
"My... my chakra... I feel so weak," Nagato struggled to say, raising a trembling hand...
"Even the Uzumaki Clan's chakra can't sustain it?" Orochimaru held a pen, jotting something down...
"Why didn't this happen when I used it before? Is Nagato all right?" Hashirama hurriedly asked in confusion.
"Don't worry. Nagato is fine. He's just a little weak."
"Weak? Does he need some of my flesh or something?" As he spoke, Hashirama started taking out a kunai to slice off a piece of flesh...
He remembered what had happened to Madara before. Yep, just a little weakness. Wouldn't a piece of flesh fix that?
"There's no need for that. We still have plenty in stock. Uh, well... no, please keep it for yourself." Orochimaru hurriedly stopped Hashirama.
"Oh, okay."
"Lord Hashirama, take him to Lady Mito. Have her put a seal on his eye similar to Uncle Danzo's, and that should do it," Orochimaru said wearily, taking out his phone and looking at the mountain of tasks in his notes.
"Sure thing. Thanks, Orochimaru. Out of all you researchers, you're the most reliable," Hashirama said with wholehearted admiration.
Of all the researchers Hashirama knew, Orochiroku was rather stubborn and liked getting hung up on things. George... had been quite talented too, well, until he'd picked up some bad habits. Tobirama? ...The