Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 178 Loyal Orange!

To say that Ishida Ryoichi is not afraid of death is something he would never believe, even if you beat him to death.

Hearing Aoba's question, Ryoichi smiled bitterly, his only remaining right hand unconsciously touching his empty sleeve.

"Originally—I was planning to submit my retirement application, and I had even written the report."

Ryoichi's tone was somewhat complicated, and his smile slowly faded. "However, there is still one thing I haven't finished. I heard that you, sir, have been appointed as the commander-in-chief of the front line in the Land of Rivers, so I volunteered to be transferred back here."

As he spoke, Ryoichi took out a sealing scroll from his ninja tool pouch at his waist.

He unrolled the scroll and formed a hand seal with one hand.

"untie!"

Bang! The white smoke dissipated.

Two glass test tubes filled with pale green nutrient solution appeared on the scroll.

The nutrient solution contained two scarlet Sharingan eyes.

Aoba's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ryoichi picked up the two test tubes and slowly walked forward, respectfully handing the two Sharingan eyes to Aoba.

Aoba didn't immediately reach out to take it. His gaze was fixed on the Sharingan in the test tube, his brows furrowed, and his voice was slightly deep: "What's wrong with these eyes?"

The moment Aoba saw those eyes, she already had a vague idea of ​​who their owner was.

In the entire ninja world, there would be no one else who would entrust his Sharingan to him except for Uchiha Itachi, who was awakened by him using special methods.

With red eyes and a choked voice, Ryoichi recounted the events in detail.

It turns out that after the Battle of Kikyo Mountain, Ryoichi and Uchiha Itachi were assigned to the same squad and sent to the Kirigakure front to carry out reconnaissance missions.

However, during their final mission, their reconnaissance team encountered an extremely well-prepared ambush.

The enemy seemed to have known their route and personnel configuration all along. They were numerous and extremely well-prepared, clearly targeting Qi.

To cover the team's retreat, Uchiha Itachi activated his three-tomoe Sharingan and fought to the death with the enemy, but in the end he was outnumbered and seriously injured.

"When I rushed back to save him, he was already on the verge of death. He knew those people's target was his Sharingan—to prevent the Sharingan from falling into enemy hands, Brother Qi—he personally ripped out his own eye!"

Ryoichi looked up at Aoba, his face streaked with tears: "Kei entrusted his eyes to me, instructing me to bring them back to you alive. He said these eyes were the new life you gave him, and now he's returning them to you. He hopes these Sharingan can help you, and if possible—please, sir, unlock the secrets of the Sharingan and free the Uchiha clan from this curse!"

After explaining all this, Qi detonated all the explosive tags on his body, dragging the pursuers down with him—and perished together.

The wind blew across the wasteland of the land of rivers, stirring up clouds of yellow sand.

Qingye slowly reached out and took the two cold test tubes.

The cool touch of the glass tube traveled through my fingertips, yet it felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on my heart.

Three-tomoe Sharingan.

From the day he helped Uchiha Kei awaken his Sharingan until Kei's death on the front lines, only a little over a year had passed.

In the year or so that Kei's Sharingan evolved from two tomoe to three tomoe.

This rate of evolution is undeniably fast.

But it also means how much fighting and emotional stimulation Qi has experienced in the past year.

The birth of each magatama is steeped in blood and despair.

Although he always prided himself on being rational and pragmatic, Uchiha Itachi was, after all, one of the few people in this world whom he had personally trained and with whom he had genuine interactions.

"Who ambushed you?"

"I asked in a chilling tone," Qingye asked.

"It's the Hidden Mist's Anbu!"

Ryoichi said through gritted teeth, "They're wearing ANBU masks and using Kirigakure's signature Water Release technique."

"The Hidden Mist's Dark Side, huh? —"

Aoba sneered inwardly.

Do you really think wearing a mask makes you an ANBU member?

How could a routine reconnaissance mission suddenly turn into a large-scale, precise ambush by the Fog Shadow Dark Division?

Moreover, the opponent's target was extremely clear: it was aimed at Uchiha Itachi.

How could Kirigakure know so much about Konoha's marching routes and mission secrets?

Considering that Uchiha Itachi had previously publicly admitted that an outsider had helped him awaken his Sharingan, Aoba already had a vague suspicion in his mind.

Clearly, some people don't want too many Uchiha who have awakened the Sharingan, or perhaps someone is using the war as cover to secretly collect strategic resources like the Sharingan.

This was a targeted conspiracy, and Uchiha Itachi unfortunately became a victim of it.

At this juncture, there are only two forces that have the motivation, the ability, and the extreme desire for the Sharingan.

Either Madara Uchiha and White Zetsu were hiding underground, collecting Sharingan as backup materials.

Or—it's Shimura Danzo, who hides in the dark corners of Konoha like a sewer rat!

Regardless of which one it is, this ambush is definitely not a coincidence.

"I appreciate Kei's kindness. You did a great job, Ryoichi."

Aoba looked at the man in front of her who had lost an arm and spoke gently.

Seeing that Aoba had closed his eyes, Ryoichi breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted. He took half a step back and bowed deeply to Aoba.

"Now that the mission is complete, I will take my leave. Tomorrow morning, I will submit my retirement application to headquarters and return to Konoha."

Ryoichi's tone carried a hint of relief, but also a touch of melancholy.

Just as Ryoichi turned around, preparing to leave, Aoba's calm voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Ishida Ryoichi, do you still want to continue serving as my subordinate as a ninja?"

Ryoichi abruptly stopped, turned around sharply, and stared at Aoba in disbelief.

He glanced at his empty left sleeve, his eyes instantly reddening, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak: "Lord Qingye—I—I'm a cripple now, I can't even form hand seals. Can someone like me still be your subordinate and serve you?"

Aoba crossed her arms, a calm smile playing on her lips.

"You witnessed my medical ninjutsu firsthand back at D13 base."

Aoba said calmly, "You should know that losing a hand might be a despair for others, but for me, it's just a little bit of trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ryoichi shuddered, abruptly raising his head, his eyes bursting with unbelievable ecstasy and hope.

Without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down on one knee with a thud, pressing his only remaining right hand tightly to his chest, and roared with tears in his eyes, "As long as Lord Yamashiro Aoba doesn't despise me! Your subordinate, Ishida Ryoichi, swears to serve you to the death!"

(Loyal Orange) ————

That night, in the Blue Marshland.

Still in the cave ruins, a dozen powerful lights illuminated the cave brightly.

The pale green light dissipated from Qingye's palm; the surgery was complete.

"Alright, get up."

Aoba casually released the anesthesia from Ryoichi.

Ryoichi Ishida raised his new left hand and tried to make a fist. His five fingers were flexible, and he could even feel the warmth from his fingertips.

"This—this really is my hand?"

Although the pale skin was completely different from the original arm, and it didn't even look like a human hand, the five fingers were flexible, the joints were distinct, and the original cut joints had completely healed, without even a trace of scar.

"Wow—that's amazing!"

Ryoichi's voice was still trembling, his face full of disbelief.

He clenched his fist again, and his knuckles made a crisp cracking sound.

There was no rejection, no stiffness, and even the flow of chakra was smoother than before, as if this arm had been naturally attached to his body.

Aoba stood to the side, one hand on Ryoichi's back, a barely perceptible blue light flashing deep in his eyes. In his mind, the chip was working frantically, recording the data changes within Ryoichi's body.

Based on the data currently being monitored by the chip, the compatibility between the white blood cells and Ryoichi's body is steadily increasing, with minimal rejection reaction.

Of course, this is only the current situation, and the specific circumstances still need to be observed. However, based on the current situation, Aoba's method is feasible.

By gradually allowing the host to adapt to leukocytes in small amounts before finally transplanting leukocytes, the rejection reaction can be minimized.

It just goes to show that the human body is very adaptable!

Those so-called "medicine people" and "Gu people" all originated from this.

If nothing unexpected happens, as time goes on, Ryoichi may gradually awaken some special abilities belonging to White Zetsu.

For example, a self-healing ability far exceeding that of ordinary people, and even—the ability to use Wood Release.

Of course, Aoba knew very well that the Wood Release that this degraded cell could produce was incredibly powerful.

Even Danzo, who had his original Hashirama cells transplanted, could only grow a tree to use as a shield; he couldn't use any other Wood Release ninjutsu.

It's not that I don't want to use it, but that its power is too weak.

Given Ryoichi's current state, even if he were to force himself to use it, he would probably only be able to grow a small sapling on his palm.

"How are you feeling?"

"Qingye asked calmly."

"I feel better than ever before!"

Ryoichi exclaimed excitedly, "Lord Aoba, I feel this arm is full of power, even more so than my original hand!"

Upon hearing this, Qingye nodded.

Although it's a degraded version of Hashirama cells, even if it's inferior, it's definitely better than the original.

"By the way, you're also skilled in Earth Release ninjutsu, right?"

Aoba suddenly asked.

Liang nodded subconsciously: "Yes, sir, my specialty is earth escape."

"That's good."

Aoba took out a scroll and casually tossed it over.

Liang instinctively caught the reel with his left hand, the movement so smooth that even he was momentarily stunned.

"This is an early version of my sand control technique."

Aoba crossed his arms. "The principle isn't complicated, but it has a fatal flaw: it drains your health quickly."

"Controlling sand requires infusing the sand with one's own blood to increase the affinity between chakra and sand. If an ordinary person uses this technique, they may have to lie in bed for half a month due to excessive blood loss."

Aoba glanced at Ryoichi's pale left hand, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"But you're different now. You've had that hand transplanted, so your self-healing ability is several times stronger than before, and your blood production rate is far beyond that of ordinary people. In other words, the drawback of blood loss is not a big problem for you now."

Ryoichi suddenly looked up, his eyes instantly flashing with intense light.

The Secret Technique of Sand Control!

That's Lord Aoba's signature ninjutsu!

Even if it was only an early version, it was a unique and powerful secret technique.

"I'll give you ten days to master this technique."

Aoba held up one finger. "Ten days from now, I have a task for you."

Ryoichi knelt on one knee, gripping the reel tightly in his hand, his voice firm.

"Your subordinate will certainly not fail in your mission!"

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