MM Racing Chapter 113 Orochimaru's Base
Chapter 113 Orochimaru's Base
Chapter 113 Orochimaru's Base
Orochimaru————
Danzo looked at the man who emerged from the snake's mouth, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Although Orochimaru was his collaborator, and even somewhat of a subordinate, the current Sannin is no longer the boy he could be easily manipulated.
Especially his strange forbidden techniques and unfathomable strength.
"You're going to turn against me for the sake of a businessman?"
Danzo's voice was somber.
"He is not an ordinary businessman."
Orochimaru walked up to Sousuke, extended his finger, and a blue chakra scalpel lit up at the tip.
Click.
The sturdy sealing shackles broke in two.
"He is my partner. He is also my source of inspiration."
Orochimaru licked his lips.
"Danzo, your outdated control methods are so boring."
"The seal of 'severing the root of trouble through the tongue'? That will only turn geniuses into mediocrities."
"Only free will can spark the flame of truth."
Sosuke flexed his wrist. He was saved.
"Orochimaru, you've gone too far."
""
Danzo gripped his cane tightly.
The Root ninjas in the surrounding shadows drew their weapons and locked onto Orochimaru.
"This is Root's headquarters. At my command—"
"You can give it a try."
Orochimaru was still smiling, but that smile sent chills down one's spine.
"My Impure World Reincarnation has recently made new progress. I just happen to need a few sacrifices to test the Second Hokage's strength."
Danzo's expression changed upon hearing the words "Second Hokage".
Impure World Reincarnation. That's a forbidden technique developed by the Second Hokage, a blasphemous art that manipulates the souls of the dead.
If Orochimaru really summons the Second Hokage here—that would be a real disaster.
"snort."
Danzo loosened his cane.
He's a man who assesses situations carefully. It's not worth fighting Orochimaru here for the sake of Sousuke.
Furthermore, the fact that Orochimaru stepped in to protect him indicates that Sousuke does indeed possess something Orochimaru values. As long as he remains in Konoha, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
"Take him with you."
Danzo waved his hand, signaling Root to step back.
"However, Orochimaru, remember your position."
"Konoha's interests come first. If this businessman does something that harms the village—"
"That's my business."
Orochimaru interrupted him.
He grabbed Sosuke's shoulder.
"Let's go, Sosuke. The air here is too polluted; it's not suitable for research."
Their figures blended into the ground.
Orochimaru, with Sousuke by his side, traveled underground for a long time.
When Sosuke finally stepped back onto solid ground, he found himself in another underground space.
It was even colder and darker here than at the base, and the air was thick with the smell of formaldehyde.
Huge glass jars, emitting a faint green glow, were placed all around.
"Welcome to my paradise."
Orochimaru released Sousuke and opened his arms.
"Since that old guy Danzo wants to pull you into Root, then I'll show you what I can get by following me."
Sosuke looked around.
He saw a sight that horrified him.
On the left, a row of jars contains various distorted human figures.
Some had bodies swollen like balls, some had skin ulcers oozing pus, and some had grown strange scales.
They were all dead, their faces frozen in extreme pain.
"I am developing a cursed seal that can grant people the power of immortal magic. These are all failed products of the cursed seal experiment."
Orochimaru walked up to a jar and tapped the glass with his finger.
"Since you provided the liquid natural energy, my research progress has accelerated tenfold."
"I attempted to inject the newly adjusted seal into the human body."
"Unfortunately—they couldn't withstand that violent power and died from genetic collapse."
Orochimaru's tone contained no pity, only regret.
"However, data is invaluable. I've already reached that threshold."
Sosuke looked at the corpses and felt a chill run down his spine.
In a sense, he also deserves some credit for these failed attempts.
"Come with me, Sosuke. What I want to show you is something even more wonderful."
Orochimaru led Sousuke deeper into the laboratory.
Here stands a row of even larger cylindrical culture tanks.
The liquid inside is pale yellow and has a cloudy texture.
Sosuke looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
In those jars, dozens of pale "things" floated.
They have the rudiments of humans, with all four limbs, but no facial features.
The face was a smooth white bone mask without any holes, making it look extremely eerie.
They curled up like hedgehogs, their backs covered with chilling, white bony spurs.
"This is----"
Sosuke's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Mass-produced parts of the Kaguya clan."
Orochimaru's eyes were glazed over, as if he were admiring his masterpiece.
"That corpse from last time was a real treasure trove."
"I extracted the stem cells from them in an attempt to clone members of the Kaguya clan."
"Unfortunately, souls cannot be cloned. These things have no consciousness and cannot even be called human."
""
"They're just a bunch of living chunks of flesh and bones."
Orochimaru pressed a button.
The liquid in one of the jars began to churn.
The curled-up monster suddenly twitched, and the bone spurs on its back shot out, hitting the reinforced glass with a dull "thump-thump".
Cracks appeared on the glass.
"Look, although they have no brains, they still retain their instincts as weapons."
"I've thought about it. If we can't create perfect warriors, then we'll turn them into biological armor."
"Take these bones off and transplant them onto the ninja's body, or directly use these chunks of flesh as external organs—"
""
Sosuke looked at the faceless monsters.
This demonstrates Orochimaru's research capabilities.
There is no moral bottom line, only a crazy deconstruction of truth.
In comparison, his own shabby basement was like a child's game.
"What's going on, Sosuke-kun?"
Orochimaru turned his head, his golden vertical pupils staring at Sousuke.
"This is the power of science."
"As long as you continue to provide me with experimental data —"
"You can also share this power."
"It's very impressive."
Sosuke took a deep breath and calmed his racing heart.
"This is why I chose to cooperate with you, Lord Orochimaru."
"but----"
Sosuke pointed to the simple rock walls around him. Although the facilities here were advanced, the environment was indeed harsh, and there were even leaks in some places.
"The environment here is not worthy of your talent."
"It seems that a significant portion of the funds Danzo gave you has been withheld."
Orochimaru sneered.
"That old man only wants me to build him obedient killing machines. He's always stingy with experiments that explore the essence of life."
"Besides, he has too much eyeliner. It's really annoying."
"So I'm here to help you solve this problem."
Sosuke seized the opportunity.
"I will establish secret commercial warehouses throughout the Land of Fire."
"I can transform some of them into top-of-the-line underground bases."
"Using the Takaya Trading Company's channels, we transported the best building materials, metal plates that isolate chakra perception, and a sophisticated ventilation system."
"That's your territory. Danzo's influence can't reach in there."
Orochimaru's eyes lit up.
This is exactly what he needs right now. For his future plans—whether it's human experimentation or a future defection—he needs a completely independent base.
"Sousuke-kun, you really understand me."
Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue.
"make a deal."
"I'll give you a list. It includes the materials I need, and—more research funding."
"no problem."
When the two left the base and returned to the ground, it was already afternoon.
The sunlight was a bit too bright.
Sosuke stood in a grove of trees, still carrying the distinctive smell of preservatives from the underground laboratory.
"Let's go back."
Orochimaru's figure slowly sank.
"Don't forget our agreement. Also, it's time to feed your snake eyes."
Orochimaru disappeared.
Sosuke stood still, letting the wind dispel the odor from his body.
He recalled everything he had just seen.
Those failed cursed bodies, those faceless skeletal monsters—
The world is crazier than he imagined.
If he doesn't want to become just another effervescent tablet in a jar, he must take more control.
"call----"
Sosuke straightened his collar and brushed the dust off his cuffs.
He glanced at the sky.
"At this time—school should be letting out soon."
Ninja Academy, dismissal time.
The atmosphere at the school gate was somewhat somber.
During wartime, most young parents are on the front lines, and those who come to pick up their children are mostly elderly people with unsteady gaits, or relatives who have been discharged with injuries or disabilities.
Sousuke stood at the back of the crowd. The eyepatch over his left eye made him look like a wounded retired ninja, which allowed him to blend perfectly into the group of scarred parents.
"Ring ring—"
'
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
The children poured out.
Nowadays, most children wear various ninja tool pouches around their waists. Some even have heavy bandages wrapped around their legs, imitating the attire of frontline ninjas.
The trend of "Ninja Tool Style" did not disappear because of Misa Hayama's personal ideas; on the contrary, it intensified as the war approached.
Sosuke's snake eyes were slightly open under the eyepatch.
The world became a gray thermal image.
In this gloomy scene, he saw tiny chakra sources.
Those chakras were like immature seeds, residing in the dantian of these children.
He then recalled the monsters in those jars at Orochimaru's base.
"life----"
Zongsuke sighed in his heart.
"Uncle Sousuke!"
A crisp sound interrupted his thoughts.
Uzuki Yugao, carrying her schoolbag, ran over quickly.
"Evening Glory".
Sosuke reached out and caught the little girl who ran towards him.
"How was school today?"
"very good!"
Xiyan was very excited.
"I hit the bullseye in throwing practice today! My teacher praised me for my talent!"
Her little face beamed with pride.
"Furthermore, I've gained two more followers. They said they'd listen to me from now on as long as I give them kunai."
Sosuke smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.
"well done."
"Knowing how to use resources to gain loyalty is a very important skill."
Xiyan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
She glanced behind Sosuke, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"Mom—isn't she back yet?"
Sosuke's hand paused slightly.
Kaori was sent to the Land of Rain, a mission from which she was certain to die.
"She is an excellent ninja."
Sosuke crouched down, his gaze level with Yugao's.
"The village gave her a very important task. It required her to go to a very far place."
How far is it?
"She's not in the Land of Fire. But don't worry. I've already sent my best people to meet her."
"Is that the saw-toothed uncle with the big knife on his back?"
"Yes. He's very strong. He'll bring your mother back."
The worry in Xi Yan's eyes lessened somewhat.
In this child's mind, Uncle Sosuke is omnipotent. If he says everything is alright, then everything is alright.
"Let's go home."
Sosuke took Yugao's hand.
A large and a small child walked on the street in the sunset.
Back to the Kikyo Pavilion.
The courtyard was very quiet.
Sosuke led Yugao into the hall.
A person sat in the center of the hall.
Aburame Ryoma.
He leaned against the sofa, his face pale, and took off his sunglasses, placing them aside to reveal a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The sealing technique on his body has been broken, but his chakra is still disordered.
The parasites inside his body are rebelling due to the long-term sealing and his weakness, and are attacking his meridians.
"Takaya——Jounin."
When Ryoma saw Sosuke return, he tried to stand up, but failed several times.
"Don't move."
Sosuke released Yugao's hand.
"Xiyan, go to the basement and find Brother Qianye. Ask him to prepare today's treatment for you."
"OK!"
Xiyan obediently ran to the basement.
Sosuke walked up to Ryoma and looked down at the traitor.
"You look terrible, Ryoma."
"----Feel sorry."
Ryoma's voice was hoarse.
"The people at Root are too strong. I couldn't even raise an alarm."
"It's not your fault."
Sosuke walked to the cabinet next to him and took out the medicinal mud.
"Those are Danzo's personal guards. It's normal that you couldn't stop them."
He applied medicinal mud to Ryoma and mobilized his Yang-attribute chakra to treat him.
Longma felt the warmth on his body, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
"Why are you treating me?"
"I'm the village's informant. I leaked your secrets. And last night I failed in my duty to protect you—"
"I told you, it's not your fault."
Sousuke's voice was calm.
"You are a ninja of the village, and obeying orders is your duty."
"But I still need you."
"Now, this huge Kikyo Pavilion doesn't even have a doorman."
"Even though you're an informant, you're still a pretty good Chunin."
"As long as you can help me keep those petty thieves away and prevent just any Tom, Dick, or Harry from getting into my yard—"
"I will continue to provide you with food and shelter."
"Even if you're spying on me as an advisor for Mitomon."
"As long as you keep working, you can stay here."
This is the ultimate pragmatism.
In Sosuke's eyes, there are no absolute enemies, only tools that are unusable.
Ryoma fell silent.
He couldn't quite understand Sosuke.
This man had just experienced being betrayed by him and kidnapped by the root.
But he harbored no resentment, nor did he blame anyone. He was so calm—unlike a human being.
"Takaya Jonin————"
Ryoma put his sunglasses back on, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.
"As long as you need it, my insects will remain on your guard."
"very good."
Sosuke stood up.
"Get some rest, and come out with me tonight."
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