This Naruto is too easily persuaded.

Chapter 138 Mass Production

Fenghua City, Central Square.

The enthusiastic cheers rose like a tsunami, wave after wave, and continued for a long time.

Sakura Haruno, standing in the crowd, held a manuscript given to her by Orochimaru.

She looked up at the figure revered by thousands on the big screen, and then at the smiling faces around her.

Her previously wavering heart finally settled down at this moment, and she made up her mind completely.

"Is this... the path that Naruto-kun has chosen?"

Sakura murmured to herself, feeling that she understood something.

Although the methods were somewhat cruel, and the road was full of thorns, looking at these people who survived because of him—

The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

"If light cannot save everything—"

"In order to stand by that person's side, and to no longer be a burden who only cries, I am willing to step into this darkness."

On the other side, at the edge of the crowd.

"The sun—"

Kakashi lowered his headband, concealing his complex Sharingan, and smiled bitterly to himself.

The sun does indeed bring warmth and life.

But if you get too close, the domineering flames will mercilessly burn and destroy all those who oppose you.

"Naruto has completely embarked on a path that I cannot understand."

Kakashi watched that retreating figure, muttering to himself, "Is this a blessing for the ninja world, or the beginning of disaster?"

He sighed; the world of ninjas was truly about to change.

"See that, Bai?"

Zabuza, who had come to attend the celebration, grinned, revealing a smile that was hard to decipher.

"This is true rule."

There's no need for a cruel blood mist policy like the Mizukage's.

Give these pigs a little treat, and they'll put the rope around their necks themselves and shout "Long live the king!"

"Naruto-sama is gentle."

Bai smiled, his eyes clear. "He gave these people the dignity to live."

at the same time.

In the secret laboratory.

There are no flowers or applause here, only the cold hum of machinery and the nauseating limbs in glass jars.

"The light of the North—heh heh heh—"

Orochimaru's hoarse laughter echoed in the laboratory, his golden vertical pupils full of amusement: "Naruto-kun, your speeches are getting more and more persuasive; I almost cried with emotion."

"It's just a matter of each getting what they need."

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"Since they need faith and hope, I will become their faith and hope."

Naruto took off his trench coat, a symbol of his leadership, and tossed it aside, his expression returning to its usual cold and stern demeanor.

Under the stark white light, Orochimaru carefully held a cylindrical glass container.

At the bottom of the container was a layer of slowly wriggling white flesh—those were activated white blood cells.

And on that pale flesh, a scarlet eyeball was planted.

The eyeball had intricate kaleidoscope patterns, yet it appeared dull and cloudy, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"This is what you wanted, Naruto-kun."

Orochimaru, his eyes gleaming with eager admiration for the work in his hands, explained, "This is using Shisui's Sharingan, combined with the life force of White Zetsu cells, to forcibly clone and accelerate its growth—"

"We failed a full six hundred times and spent a huge amount of resources before we finally obtained these three finished products."

Even so, they are still extremely unstable defective products.

Orochimaru handed the container to Naruto: "They are extremely fragile, almost unable to escape this special culture dish. Let alone transplanting them into a human body, they will die immediately if they are removed from the nutrient solution for five minutes."

"More importantly, their optic nerve circuits are very fragile."

"Once the eye technique is activated, the massive amount of chakra will instantly burn away the structure of the eyeball."

"In other words—this is an extremely expensive, one-time psychological bomb."

Naruto looked at the eyeball, a satisfied expression on his face.

"That's enough."

There's no rush to mass-produce an army of Uchiha; what he needs now is a key that can unlock the hearts of the strong.

"If we can change the will of a Kage-level powerhouse, then all the previous investment will be worthwhile."

As for the chains—

These two teak doors are of mediocre quality and do not deserve to occupy a valuable place among them.

Naruto took the heavy petri dish and turned to walk deeper into the laboratory.

There, on a specially made operating table, two teakwood figures were being tightly secured with chakra restraints.

Despite receiving basic treatment, she remains in a deep coma.

His brows were furrowed, as if he were experiencing a painful battle even in his dreams.

"Wake up."

Naruto formed a hand seal with one hand, and a surge of stimulating chakra rushed into Yukimon's brain, forcibly awakening her consciousness.

At the same time, he opened the container with his other hand and pulled out the scarlet eyeball.

The Hogyoku on his chest emitted a faint, eerie blue light, providing terrifying chakra support for the upcoming eye technique.

"Well----"

Teak Door opened its eyes, its body instinctively trying to move, but found itself firmly restrained.

She was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when Naruto's icy voice pierced her ears: "Look at me."

Instinctively, her gaze met the scarlet eyeball in Naruto's hand.

Kotoamatsukami!

A faint green light, invisible to the naked eye, instantly pierced the teak door's defenses.

The eyeball in Naruto's hand trembled violently, as if all its life force had been drained.

Subsequently, it turned gray and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, with a soft pop, it exploded into a pile of mangled flesh, completely destroyed.

This precious gem, built with enormous resources, has been reduced to a pile of garbage.

But the effect is significant.

On the operating table, the teak door's eyes, which were originally filled with murderous intent, anger, and struggle, became blank in an instant.

Her brain is going through a storm.

Memories are reorganized, logic is rewritten, and beliefs are reshaped.

A few seconds later.

Her blank stare refocused, transforming into a sense of unwavering certainty.

In her rewritten understanding: the corrupt ninja world is doomed to destruction, and for the sake of world peace and tranquility, the only way out is to obey the plans of the person in front of her.

This belief was so deeply ingrained that it seemed to be her innate mission.

"How does it feel?"

Naruto casually tossed the blood-soaked, discarded container to Kabuto, who was standing nearby, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Teak Door blinked, feeling the unshakable conviction in its mind.

She stopped struggling.

The proud Two-Tails Jinchuriki lowered his head with difficulty, bound, his voice weak but extremely respectful: "All for a greater good."

She raised her head, her eyes burning with fervor: "I understand, Naruto-sama."

"I will return to Kumogakure and lie in wait by the Raikage's side, awaiting your awakening."

Seeing this, Orochimaru couldn't help but sigh.

Even with this inferior, disposable item, combined with Naruto's Hogyoku, it can still achieve such an incredible effect.

"very good."

Naruto pushed up his glasses, looking at the perfect masterpiece before him: "Kabuto, help her treat her wounds."

"Make it more realistic, like they're fighting their way out after a brutal battle."

Naruto turned and left, but his voice still echoed in the room: "Then—let her 'escape' back."

"Now is not the time to start a full-scale war with Kumogakure."

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