Gua was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? Obito hadn't created his army of a hundred thousand White Zetsu yet, but their very own Orochimaru had beaten him to it?
A hundred thousand might have been an exaggeration, but White Zetsu were packed into the Laboratory, standing shoulder to shoulder.
Gua reckoned there had to be several thousand at least.
"Surprised, Gua?"
Orochimaru watched Gua with an amused look, trying to catch a trace of shock on his face.
He had never seen it before.
This time, he finally had.
The shock on Gua's face was almost impossible to hide.
Orochimaru grew smug.
He had always said that one day, his science would make even Gua see him in a new light.
"It certainly is surprising."
Gua nodded.
Orochimaru really knew how to get things done. He had turned a single White Zetsu arm straight into a White Zetsu army.
"How did you do it?"
Even Gua couldn't help being curious. How was Orochimaru so damn good?
Orochimaru smiled faintly.
"The cells in their bodies are extremely active. I sliced up the first White Zetsu, then grew each slice into a complete White Zetsu."
"Finally, I sliced those White Zetsu up and grew them again."
"But after slicing, some survive and some don't. Their environmental requirements are rather demanding. I need to place them in a specific nutrient solution."
"The survival rate is about fifty percent, but the number of White Zetsu this can produce is still staggering."
Gua: ...
You really are a living god of death.
That's Orochimaru for you. He can think of anything.
"Then why are you producing so many White Zetsu?"
"To send them to the front, of course!"
Orochimaru's tone was firm, his expression fanatical.
His science could finally be tested on a massive