"Let me take the lead on this project!"
Xie's voice was not loud, and even had a somewhat hoarse texture, but the will contained in it was as hard and cold as the puppet he made. His deep eyes stared at Senju Chen, and the words "Eight Gates Released Formation Puppet Project" seemed to allow him to see the peak of his artistic career.
Orochimaru on the side heard this, his golden snake eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed past.
"Scorpion, your Puppet Technique is indeed exquisite, but the core of this plan is 'Eight Gates Released Formation'. It involves a series of life science fields such as human body meridians, cell activity, Chakra qualitative changes, etc. This is my category."
Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips, with a hint of undoubted arrogance in his tone. In his opinion, Xie was just an artist obsessed with machinery and poisons, while he was the scientist exploring the ultimate mysteries of life.
"Oh?" Xie slowly turned his head and looked at Orochimaru without giving in. "Without a perfect 'weapon', no matter how powerful a 'soul' is, it is just a castle in the air. You can analyze Eight Gates Released Formation's data, but can you create the ultimate puppet that can withstand that power? Those soft biological modifications will turn into a puddle of mud in the face of the powerful explosive power."
"My biomodification is art..."
"No, that's just a poor imitation. Only the eternal puppet is the real art!"
Hey, it started again...
This situation has become too common in recent years, and Senju Chen has long been used to it.
These smart and extremely stubborn "scientists" sometimes have flashes of ideas in their minds that can make people judge cases in awe, but sometimes they are also extremely stubborn, and they are really the kind of people who even criticize themselves when they criticize them like crazy.
"You two, don't argue anymore."
Senju Chen lightly knocked on the table, instantly attracting their attention.
"This plan cannot be completed without either person. I think this is the best opportunity for the perfect integration of the two theories."
He lightly drew his finger on the light screen, dividing the plan into two parts.
"Teacher Orochimaru, you are responsible for the 'core'. This includes the comprehensive collection of Might Guy's body data, the analysis of the flow pattern of Chakra in the Eight Gates Released Formation state, the rune construction of the energy core, and the development of the life energy simulation system. Simply put, you are responsible for the 'soul' and 'engine' of the puppet."
Orochimaru Listening, the fanaticism in his eyes reappeared, and he nodded slowly. This is indeed the part that he is best at and is most interested in.
Senju Chen then turned to Xie: "Xiao, you are responsible for cooperating with the puppet transformation. We need to design and manufacture internal circulation meridian lines that can withstand the impact of Eight Gates Released Formation's explosion to the greatest extent. Material strength, energy conduction efficiency, joint flexibility, quick repair after battle damage... even, how to maximize the value of the puppet after opening multiple doors, such as... self-destruction and so on."
Scorpion's breathing stagnated slightly.
"Core and shell, soul and body, life science and puppet art." Senju Chen spread his hands, smiling as warmly as the warm spring sun, "Only when we work together can we create the most terrifying and perfect war weapon in the world. Isn't this an interesting thing... enough to be recorded in history?"
Orochimaru and Xie looked at each other and nodded silently.
Just when Senju Chen Orochimaru were studying how to develop the most powerful war weapon.
Land of Rain, Amegakure.
The towering steel building looked like a silent giant in the never-ending rain. At the top of the High Tower, the man known as "Demigod" - Hanzo of the Salamander, stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the country he had ruled for decades.
His eyes were as cold and deep as the continuous rain.
These years, he had not been happy.
An organization named "Akatsuki" spread crazily across his land like weeds after the rain. The ninja troops he was proud of were thrown around by the opponent's unheard-of "guerrilla tactics" and were exhausted.
The army encircled and suppressed, but failed; the elite assassinated, but was ambushed.
The other party was like a group of unkillable cockroaches, burning down one nest and popping up in another corner in the blink of an eye. What frightened him even more was that the civilians he regarded as ants had actually become the most solid soil for "Akatsuki".
People's hearts, the thing he was most proud of, were leaving him at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The majesty of my "Demigod" is being eroded bit by bit by a group of brats who don't know the heights of the world.
"Lord Hanzō." A Amegakure Jonin knelt down on one knee, his voice full of exhaustion and helplessness, "The supply line in the A-3 area was cut off again, and the opponent... the opponent blew up the only passage in the valley. All members of the pursuit team we sent have lost contact."
Hanzo of the Salamander didn't look back, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice. "Did 'Xiao' do it again?"
"Yes... Judging from the traces left at the scene, the method is exactly the same as before."
"Waste."
Hanzō spit out two words, and the body of Jonin trembled violently, and his head lowered.
At this moment, a strange spiral ripple appeared out of thin air in the air behind Hanzō.
"Who?!"
Amegakure Jonin's face changed drastically. He pulled out Kunai instantly, and Chakra surged all over his body.
However, a hand wearing black gloves stretched out from the void quietly and gently pressed his shoulder.
"Don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm."
A somewhat frivolous and strangely magnetic voice sounded.
The space was distorted, and a mysterious man wearing an orange Spiral Mask and a black robe slowly walked out of the Uzumaki. Behind him, a strange creature that was half black and half white, like a pitcher plant, also quietly "grew" out of the ground.
"For guests who don't invite Jiraiya, my rule is always to kill first and ask questions later." Hanzo of the Salamander turned around slowly, murderous intent clearly revealed in his turbid eyes.
The terrifying pressure swept through the entire room like a tsunami.
That Amegakure Jonin found it difficult to breathe under this pressure, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his clothes.
"Haha... It is indeed 'Demigod', and it is indeed worthy of its reputation." Masked Man didn't seem to care. He spread his hands and said, "I am just an insignificant person. I came here this time to discuss a business deal with Lord Hanzō."
"Business?"
Masked Man tilted his head and his tone became playful, "One stroke... can help you completely eradicate the business of the 'Xiao' organization."
Hanzo of the Salamander's pupils shrank slightly.