Main World.
Konoha Year Twenty-Two, autumn.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Institute of Technology.
Sasori stood before the Control Console, his deep purple, high-collared uniform immaculate. The rimless glasses on his nose reflected the Control Console's cold light. In his hands, he held a thick scroll, its cover bearing the words "Superhuman Warrior: Mass Production Plan" in the Empire's script. His eyes flickered slightly behind the lenses, his gaze resting on the blueprints that embodied years of his painstaking work.
The door was pushed open.
Toyotomi Yinglang walked in, his moon-white Kariginu taking on a soft sheen beneath the Institute of Technology's cold lights.
"Teacher."
Sasori set down the scroll, turned around, and bowed slightly.
Toyotomi Yinglang walked over to the Control Console, picked up the scroll, and unrolled it. Densely packed runes, gene sequences, energy circuits, and rejection suppression protocols covered the blueprints in layer upon layer, like the most intricate spiderweb.
"Is the mass production plan for the Superhuman Warriors complete?"
"It is."
Sasori's voice was calm, yet held a trace of pride he could hardly conceal.
"Rejection has been reduced by ninety percent, the neural interfacing success rate has risen to eighty percent, and costs have been cut to one-fifth of the original."
A satisfied smile tugged at Toyotomi Yinglang's lips.
"Good."
He set down the scroll, turned, and looked at Sasori.
"Sasori, you've made tremendous contributions to the Empire's technological development. What kind of Devil Fruit do you want?"
Sasori froze for a moment.
"Teacher, I..."
"No need to stand on ceremony."
Toyotomi Yinglang interrupted him.
"I know how much you've done for the Empire. You've earned a Devil Fruit."
Sasori fell silent for a moment.
"Teacher, I want... a Mythical Zoan."
Toyotomi Yinglang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"A Mythical Zoan? Do you know how