"So, what did you want to see us about?"
Asura speared a piece of dripping roast meat with his fork, then popped it straight into his mouth and chewed hard, tears of happiness spilling from the corners of his eyes.
As he ate, he posed the question to Tobirama, who sat across from them and was treating them to dinner.
"Here's the thing. I'd like to study tissue samples from both of you."
Tobirama did not beat around the bush and stated his purpose outright.
"Tissue samples from me and my big brother?"
Asura froze for a moment, then nodded before looking hesitantly at Indra.
"For what purpose?"
Indra ate his roast meat at a leisurely pace, raising his eyes slightly to look at Tobirama before him.
"To research the origins of the Sharingan and the Senju Clan's constitution, and develop some new methods in case anyone from your grandmother's family comes calling."
Tobirama picked up a piece of roast meat as well and put it in his mouth, counting it as his late-night snack.
"I see. Asura, what do you think?"
Indra nodded slightly, tilting his head toward Asura as he asked him.
"Well, big brother, I don't see a problem." Asura scratched his head. He really did not see any problem with it.
Hadn't Uncle already studied my body before?
Indra was speechless. How could he think there was no problem?
If Tobirama really figured out everything about him and that idiot Asura, who knew what would happen in the future?
"You cannot use our genes for breeding."
Indra said this to Tobirama.
"We don't wish to leave descendants in this era. We're only still alive to keep Grandmother company and guard against future disasters."
Tobirama nodded. How could he possibly use their genes for breeding?
How awful