Kong seemed to be having a long-ago dream.
In her dream, she seemed to be in a place called the Fire Temple, learning Ninjutsu and practicing the Nine-Tails Chakra.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Sora felt pain all over her body and couldn't help but let out a girlish gasp.
You're awake.
A hoarse male voice sounded in her ear.
Kong opened her eyes and saw a man with long hair and vertical pupils standing by the bed.
He stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips. His gaze towards me was filled with both fervor and tenderness.
This man looks familiar, but she can't quite place him.
"Who are you?"
"Did you forget who I am after just one night's sleep? It seems being sick has had quite a impact on you."
"Huh?" Kong rubbed his head, carefully recalling what was in his mind.
She remembered, she remembered everything. The man in front of her was Orochimaru, her father.
She was his daughter, created from his own cells. Because he was incompatible with the Nine-Tails Chakra, her body developed problems.
So my father chose to treat me. It was because I was useless and let my father down. I had almost forgotten about him.
"It seems you've remembered me, my daughter."
"I'm sorry, Father, I've disappointed you. I still feel I can't control the Nine-Tails Chakra very well."
"I'm not blaming you, Sora. I've found a way."
Orochimaru opened a glass box on the nearby table and took out a green test tube. He then drew the green liquid from the tube using a syringe.
"This is the cell fluid of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju. Once injected, you will be able to control the Nine-Tails 'Chakra."
Kong looked at the syringe in her father's hand, her beautiful eyes filled with joy.
"Really? Father, if I can control the Nine-Tails Chakra, I can help you a lot."
Orochimaru licked his lips and smiled with satisfaction.
"Of course, my daughter. After another night's sleep, you will be able to control the Nine-Tails Chakra."
"Yes, Father."
Sora extended her slender, white arm and rolled up her sleeve. Orochimaru inserted the syringe into Sora's arm and slowly pushed the green liquid into it.
She felt a warm force spreading from her arm throughout her body, followed by a peculiar pain. Then, drowsiness overcame her, and she could no longer hold on, slowly closing her eyes.
Orochimaru licked his lips, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Hehehehe.
With a creak, the room door opened.
A black-haired boy, dressed in a divine robe, appeared in the room.
" Orochimaru- kun, you're quite the thinker. Sometimes I wonder, as Hokage, will having a subordinate like you affect my reputation?"
"Hehehe, Shinsei- kun. So the idea of transforming Sora into a young girl and making her my daughter originated with you Shinsei- kun."
"If it weren't for Shinsei- kun altering Hidan's memories, how could I have come up with such a wonderful method?"
"Speaking of which, this way of gaining subordinates is really convenient."
Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the hospital bed, Shinsei Chunin.
Although he modified Hidan's memories to make him a loyal subordinate, he still couldn't bring himself to do the peculiar thing of transforming a boy into a girl.
Orochimaru, as expected of Orochimaru.
Shinsei asked while looking through the experimental data.
"So, how about it? Is the Nine-Tails Chakra Modification Project feasible?"
Orochimaru put the syringe back in the box and gently covered the girl on the bed with a blanket.
"We are somewhat confident, but the final experimental results will not reach the level of emptiness."
"Everyone's constitution is different, and the upper limit of Chakra that their cells can withstand also varies. Even with the Lord First's cells as a neutralizer..."
"Raising an ordinary person to the Jonin is not easy."
"The cell fluid of the Lord First is produced in limited quantities. It can only supply a small number of elites."
"If implemented on a large scale, it would only allow ordinary people to possess Chakra at the Chunin level."
Shinsei nodded; what Orochimaru said was roughly the same as what he had expected.
However, achieving this level has already exceeded his expectations.
Chakra is a magical energy. It can not only enhance the athletic ability of ordinary people, but also enable them to perform god-level Ninjutsu.
An ordinary Hokage would naturally want to transform this power into the force to flatten the world.
As a time traveler, Shinsei is naturally different; he envisions a world where everyone is like a dragon.
If every ordinary person could master Chakra, it would greatly increase the world's productivity.
Moreover, he had always harbored a vague worry. Now that Otsutsuki Kaguya had appeared, although she was still in a parallel world, she wouldn't come to this Shinobi World anytime soon.
However, the Ōtsutsuki Clan wasn't entirely unfounded. It's unknown whether Otsutsuki Kaguya was able to contact her clansmen.
Even a powerful woman like Otsutsuki Kaguya worries about her clansmen. How could Shinsei not care?
It can raise the world's military strength ceiling. Even if something unexpected happens in the future, these ordinary civilians will have a greater chance of survival.
Of course, he didn't need to share these concerns with Orochimaru.
After a brief inspection, they quickly left.
He went to another room and continued to work on his Descent of the Thunder God Project.
Meanwhile, in the capital of the Land of Fire, a different situation is unfolding.
The wide stone-paved square was now densely packed with onlookers.
A huge open space was left in the center of the square.
A dozen or so elegantly dressed people knelt in the center of the square.
"Isn't that Kazama? He's the Daimyo's finance minister. Why is he kneeling here?"
"I heard it was embezzlement and bribery, and that he bribed ninjas and made improper advances towards the Lord Hokage."
" Lord Hokage, how can he possibly control the Daimyo's ministers?"
"Who says otherwise? This is the daimyo's private affair."
"Didn't you see? Many of those kneeling people are Twelve Guardian Ninja, aren't they? They're kneeling there too."
Asuma Sarutobi stood in the crowd, looking at his former colleagues kneeling in the center of the square with a complicated expression.
As one of the former Twelve Guardian Ninja, he was extremely familiar with several of the ninjas.
At this moment, he understood the significance of Shinsei sending him here. If it weren't for his father's status Third Hokage, he probably wouldn't be standing outside, but rather one of the people present.
Asuma looked again at the daimyo on the throne, whose face was covered by a fan.
His face, painted with lead powder, appeared exceptionally pale. His body was stiff, and his eyes stared blankly at the arena.