Deep within a primeval forest on the border of the Land of Rice Fields, shrouded year-round in a gray-black poisonous miasma.
A cold wind swept through the forest, and the ghastly white, shriveled snake skins of enormous snakes were scattered all over the tree trunks, appearing eerie and terrifying in the dim light.
"Boss, following the scent of that white snake, it's down here."
Zabuza Momochi one hand, crushing the withered branches and decaying leaves beneath his feet.
He reached out and pushed aside a precipice in front of him that was covered with poisonous vines.
Behind them was a hidden stone door, carved entirely from a single piece of dark blue basalt, concealed within a crevice in the rock wall.
The surface of the stone gate was covered with densely packed Five Elements Seal techniques, emitting a faint glow of Chakra barrier.
"This place is like a Nezumi hole."
Zabuza frowned in disgust, slightly raising his black iron greatsword:
"Should I go up and look for the mechanism, or maybe I should swat at the barrier a few times to break it apart?"
Which agency should we contact?
Senju Kenya -armed, his large floral shorts fluttering in the cold wind, a white jade pipe dangling from his lips, swayed as he walked forward.
Knocking on doors is something civilized people do when visiting others' homes.
"I'm here to inspect the branch factory construction site; dawdling like this is a waste of time."
Kenya, wearing flip-flops, walked to the solid basalt door, which was two meters thick.
They didn't even bother to glance at the intricate seal on the door.
He didn't even use Armament Haki; he simply pulled his right leg back casually, and then, like a battering ram, kicked the center of the stone door with a perfectly ordinary kick!
"Boom boom boom boom--!!"
A thunderclap from nowhere!
In that instant, the entire cliff face within a radius of several hundred meters began to violently and rapidly sink downwards!
That solid basalt gate, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, was said to be able to withstand several consecutive bombardments from A-level Earth Release is a type of magic technique).
Faced with the savage, brute force of Senju Kenya's body.
"Snap!"
There was absolutely no stalemate!
The entire stone door was kicked into dozens of pieces of varying sizes, creating a shower of rubble!
With a deafening sonic boom, it shot wildly through the depths of the dark underground corridor like a torrential rain!
Deep within the underground base lies the highest-standard core biological laboratory.
"Jingle bells--!"
Dirt and gravel rained down from the ceiling like hail, and dozens of large incandescent light bulbs swayed violently, flickering on and off.
Hundreds of precision glasswares filled with green formalin, which were placed on the lab table, collided violently in the violent seismic waves and shattered on the ground!
The foul-smelling liquid had spilled all over the floor.
"Lord... Lord Orochimaru!!"
The Kabuto Yakushi his round-framed glasses, which had been knocked askew, and scrambled up from under the lab table, his face deathly pale. His hands instantly gripped the scalpel tightly.
"Has the main force of Konoha's Anbu discovered this place?!"
"That impact... could it be that Lord Jiraiya, along with the Toad, crushed the mountain?!"
And in the center of the laboratory, on that huge, specially made soft leather swivel chair.
Orochimaru, whose cervical vertebrae had just been set and whose neck was still wrapped in several layers of plaster casts for fixation.
The moment I heard that loud, violent slamming sound as the door was kicked open...
With a "whoosh" sound!
Orochimaru sprang up from his chair like a spring!
On that pale, bloodless face, the golden snake eyes shrank wildly to two thin needle tips!
Even his body was trembling and convulsing uncontrollably at that moment!
Especially the back of his head, belly, and thigh crevices (the areas where his tail had been trampled and broken off).
In that instant, a sharp, penetrating, and intense phantom pain, a sensation that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, was generated!
"Idiot... you fool! Shut your mouth!!"
Orochimaru's hoarse voice even cracked, filled with undisguised terror and trembling:
"It's not Jiraiya... nor is it the Anbu!"
"It's that living Eight-Headed Serpent like sugarcane... He's come knocking on our door in person!!"
Orochimaru ripped off his blood-stained lab coat.
Without even having time to wash the medicine off his gloves, he stumbled around the broken containers, like a small workshop owner caught red-handed during a tax inspection, and scrambled and crawled toward the hallway!
Kabuto Yakushi stood frozen in place.
Lord Orochimaru, who was invincible in the face of the Akatsuki and drove the Third Hokage to the brink of defeat.
At this moment... he was actually trembling with fear?!
At the end of the corridor, thick smoke and gravel slowly drifted away.
Kenya one hand in his floral shorts pocket and a white jade pipe between his teeth, Kenmi strolled into the hall, stepping on the rubble.
Zabuza stood behind him, carrying a massive black iron sword as thick as a door, looking fierce and menacing.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The crisp sound of slippers stepping on the mud was like a heavy hammer striking Orochimaru's heart.
Orochimaru, who had just run out of the corner of the corridor, ran headfirst into that tall and powerful black-and-gold figure.
His legs buckled, Orochimaru almost instinctively stopped, bending deeply at the waist!
His back instantly bent at a perfect 90-degree angle, like a shrimp!
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!!"
Orochimaru pressed his hands tightly against his thighs, lowering himself to the dust, his voice filled with obsequious flattery:
"I was unaware of the Emperor's presence; I have failed to greet you properly and deserve to die!"
"The base is rudimentary, filled with rubble and filth; we beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!!"
Following behind, Kabuto Yakushi watched as this once cold and arrogant god now bowed and scraped.
The glasses shattered on the spot with a "thud," nearly dislocating the jaw!
Kenya stopped, exhaled a puff of bluish-white smoke, and looked Orochimaru up and down, his neck still wrapped in a plaster cast.
"Alright, don't break your back. Your neck was just set."
Kenya strode confidently past Orochimaru and swaggered into the core laboratory.
He glanced around, his gaze lingering on the disgusting glass jars filled with various severed limbs and internal organs.
Then, without any hesitation, he pulled over Orochimaru's largest genuine leather swivel chair and plopped down in it.
With a lift of both legs, he placed his flip-flops directly on the expensive titanium alloy laboratory workbench.
Orochimaru, like a timid apprentice who had done something wrong, followed obediently beside the chair.
He hurriedly grabbed a clean teacup from the side, poured himself a cup of warm tea, and handed it to her with trembling hands.
"Your Majesty, please... please have some tea."
Orochimaru could even feel the faint yet powerful aura emanating from Kenya's body, which was causing the circulation of his Chakra to become sluggish.
Kenya took the teacup, took a sip, casually put it down, pointed to the messy surroundings, and frowned in disapproval.
"Hey Orochimaru, your basement looks like a shady brick kiln or Shambles."
"They don't even have an exhaust fan. It reeks of formaldehyde and snake slough everywhere. It's not even as good as the dormitories for the Akimichi workers on my construction site."
"Given this environment, you still spend all day spouting about ultimate scientific truths?"
"Your Majesty's criticism is absolutely correct! I will have the entire place renovated tomorrow, completely upgraded to Iron Fist Heavy Industries ' top-tier dustproof standards!"
Orochimaru nodded frantically in agreement, his face crinkling into a chrysanthemum shape with a fawning smile, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.
Kenya tapped the metal control panel, his teasing expression vanishing, replaced by a cold and profound gaze:
"Stop talking nonsense, where's that thing they mentioned in the letter?"
"Take it out and let me see it."
Upon hearing that it was serious business, Orochimaru felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly turned around and headed towards the thickened lead wall at the deepest part of the laboratory.
He bit his finger and connected several complex seals to break the seal.
"Boom!"
The protective lead door, weighing several tons, slowly slid open to both sides.
The innermost sterile chamber, completely enveloped by an ice-blue Chakra barrier, was revealed.
In the very center of the secret chamber stood a huge, specially made crystal cylindrical container.
The container was filled with a highly concentrated, pale green nutrient regeneration solution.
And within that thick liquid.
A bizarre humanoid body, completely pale and hairless, lacking any human characteristics and with an indistinct face, was soaking in the water!
The most chilling thing is...
Even though this white body was soaked in a nerve-numbing potion and covered with Chakra- suppressing talismans.
Its lower body and arm surfaces were still frantically wriggling and proliferating fine plant fiber tissue at an extremely low frequency!
Orochimaru stood before the container, his expression trembling with fear, his eyes filled with both fanaticism and deep apprehension.
"Your Majesty, this is the mysterious doll I intercepted... I have named it ' White Zetsu '."
"It lacks the structure of normal organs; it is entirely composed of purely active plant cells, and its vitality is outrageously immense."
Orochimaru wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice weak:
"But this thing is extremely dangerous... If even a tiny amount of Chakra is injected, its cells will proliferate wildly and uncontrollably like a malignant tumor, and may even engulf the host."
"I have tried dozens of neurotoxins and sedative seals, but none of them can completely tame and suppress it..."
As Orochimaru spoke, he took a half-step back, still feeling a sense of lingering fear.
However.
Senju Kenya, sitting in his swivel chair, watched the pale flesh slowly writhing and multiplying inside the glass jar.
Deep within those dark, deep eyes.
But slowly, a playful, intriguing light, like that of ancient divine iron, shone forth.