Tetsuhiro was about to take off when another thought struck him. There was one place he had almost overlooked. "Since we're here, we need to take that place seriously!"
He looked at Tobirama, his expression turning grave. "Tobirama, put down what you're doing and come with me."
Tobirama set down the report in his hands and asked, "Big brother, what happened?"
"There's a place you and Shinnō need to handle seriously and cautiously. One mistake could send our future development in the wrong direction."
"Is it really that serious?"
"It's Cell Research."
Tobirama was speechless. "I thought it was something else. Haven't I been researching your cells? I've even made some good progress.
"And here's some good news: I discovered a technology here that can suppress your cells' powerful invasive properties. I believe we'll be able to carry out [Limb Cultivation] and complete the [Limb Regeneration Project] in the future!"
Tetsuhiro's eyes lit up. Wasn't that the technology that would eventually heal Naruto's severed arm? Could they develop it this early?
"That's a great project. Our fighters won't have to retire with regrets anymore. But what I want to discuss lies in a different direction. Just follow me."
Tetsuhiro turned and picked up the Chicken King. "Tell me where the Medical School is."
"Your Majesty, it's over there." Trembling, the Chicken King pointed east.
Without another word, Tetsuhiro prepared to run over with Tobirama and the others.
"Ancestor, it isn't far. Why not take a car? My personal vehicle is quite comfortable."
"Heh, no thanks. We can't forget our roots when we're away from home. There will be plenty more temptations and trials waiting for us in the future. Keep those things for yourselves. You, come here."
With that, Tetsuhiro slung the Chicken King over his shoulder and broke into a run.
"Uh, Ancestor, slow down. I'm getting dizzy..."
They caused another commotion along the way, but it hardly mattered. Soon, these people would have no leisure to worry about supernatural powers.
"Oh, class is still in session? Let me have a look." Tetsuhiro flew up to the window and listened closely. They were actually discussing theories about bacteria.
Crash! The Chicken King's already sleazy-looking face was instantly disfigured.
Every student stared in shock at the brute who had burst through the window.
"You! Get out! Don't you know how important this place is?" The old fellow standing at the front of the classroom thought he was merely a newcomer.
But when he raised his head, he saw the Pot Chickens lying asleep on the floor.
"You... you devil!"
"Tell me where the Cultivation Room is."
"Hmph!"
"Not talking? I'll turn all your Pot Chickens into dinner!"
"You bastard! Chicken Country will never let you get away with this!"
"Are you going to talk or not? Watch it, or I'll turn every last Pot Chicken into poached chicken!"
"You idiot! Tell him! Or I'll kill you!" The disfigured Chicken King beside them finally couldn't hold his tongue any longer.
"Who the hell are you? Get lost, you ugly dwarf!" The old fellow refused to listen.
"Open your damned eyes! I'm the Chicken King!"
"What?! I'm so sorry! Forgive me, Your Majesty! I'll show you the way at once."
"That's more like it."
The old fellow became exceedingly friendly along the way, constantly trying to ingratiate himself.
"Here we are." They arrived at the entrance to a basement.
The old fellow even took the lead himself, but Tetsuhiro noticed something amiss and dragged him back by the collar.
"You're a sneaky old bastard. There are traps down there, aren't there? I was going to burn everything inside to ashes,
"but now I've changed my mind."
"Tobirama, I'll leave this place to you."
"He probably knows quite a lot. Wipe his mind and make him a puppet."
"Understood, big brother!"
With that settled, Li Tetsuhiro activated his Byakugan and set out to find the nearest enemies.
Of course, Madara had set out with Tetsuhiro too.
"Why drag me along for something this boring?"
"How about a competition?"
"Not a bad idea. What are the rules?"
(Details omitted here... in short, whoever was faster would win.)
"Let's add some stakes. The winner gets to decide who takes the vanguard in the next world. But neither of us can go all out. We can only use Super Kage-level strength."
"That's plenty. The vanguard, huh? You have a deal!" Madara immediately grew eager.
The two picked up speed and headed for the nearest target, Kanto.
By then, all sixteen thousand Kanto Chickens had landed and were preparing to reinforce the capital. But just as they finished unloading their supplies,
two people flew over, looking down at them...
Some chickens below seemed to have spotted them and began shouting:
"Look! Aren't there two people floating in midair?"
"It must be a magic trick, an illusion! Nobody panic." Itagaki Chicken immediately stepped forward to steady morale, then shouted at the people in the sky:
"What are you doing up there? Come down here and submit to questioning!"
Neither paid him any attention. Instead, they continued their own conversation. "Everyone here really is arrogant and overbearing. They don't even have the most basic judgment."
"Then wipe them out. Make sure the lesson sinks into their bones."
"Bastards! How dare they act so arrogantly!" Ishihara Chicken cursed under his breath. "Unknown origins, and they can float... they must be the villains who destroyed headquarters. Die!"
Commander Honjo flew into a rage. "All units, prepare to attack! Charge!"
Facing the dense crowd below and the hail of bullets they fired, Tetsuhiro descended slowly and calmly.
Rat-a-tat-tat! Gunfire rang out without pause, but the bullets couldn't penetrate his ability.
A slight pulse of repulsive force sent blood mist flying, mowing down a swath of Pot Chickens.
He pressed his palms together and roared, "Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!"
"What is that?"
"No! Stay away!"
Guns and grenades were useless against the monstrous roots.
Watching enormous roots surge endlessly from the ground, they instinctively tried to flee, but it was too late.
All they could do was watch in terror as the roots bound them and drained them into desiccated husks...
"Don't run! Hold your ground! Where are the mortars? Get them out and blast him to death! Snipers, fire!"
"Tch, the same old tricks again. Where's your bushido spirit? Come fight me with bayonets!" After clearing one side of the battlefield, Tetsuhiro casually picked up a rifle from the ground, fixed its bayonet in reverse, and charged with it in hand.
For a time, the battlefield became nothing more than Tetsuhiro's training ground for stabbing practice.
Boom! Disregarding the safety of the other Pot Chickens, the mortar crews fired straight at Tetsuhiro.
More than twenty explosions went off in succession, but Commander Honjo continued frantically ordering them to fire.
Only after four volleys had exhausted their supply of more than ninety shells did he stop.
"Bastard! Surely you're dead now?"
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