Escaping the Mist Ninja starts with backstabbing your teacher.

Chapter 91 The Uncontrollable First-Generation Cells!

Tsunade gave a soft hum and said nothing more.

Although she was still unhappy, what the ANBU had just said really hit a nerve.

If it were Jiraiya, there are some things we could tell him, and let him tell the old man.

Secondly, there's her current status, and the problems she and Shizune have.

If you rashly enter another country with a silent device, and are subsequently controlled by the other side, you might do something that could cause unnecessary problems.

In that case, it won't just be her who will be in trouble, but also Konoha.

"Let's go, mute!"

She left with those words, turned around without looking back, and strode back the way she came.

"Huh? Where to?"

Shizune paused for a moment, then realized that they had to go back!

She quickly jogged after him, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

She didn't dare to say anything to Tsunade along the way, for fear of saying the wrong thing and upsetting the other.

Now that Tsunade has changed her mind, it's naturally the best thing that could happen.

Tsunade knew that if she insisted on leaving, the Anbu wouldn't be able to stop her, but that would only make things worse.

However, the other party would also follow her because of the old man's orders, making her and Shizune uncomfortable in everything they did.

"trouble----"

She muttered something under her breath, but her steps didn't falter.

Behind them, the ANBU squad silently disappeared from Tsunade and Shizune's sight, like invisible shadows, guarding from the shadows.

Shizune walked beside Tsunade, secretly glancing at her profile, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, the result was good.

That's fine.

On the other side, in the land of rivers.

Deep within the vast base, the laboratory lights burn day and night.

In the culture vessel, the pale green nutrient solution gently rippled, and the primary cells were suspended, divided, and proliferated within it. After his careful cultivation over the past few days, they had finally accumulated a sufficient quantity.

Izumi stood in front of the culture tank, gazing at the cells that seemed to breathe like living things, a hint of weariness rising in his eyes.

These days, he has been almost inseparable from her.

Maintaining the normal posture of the primary cells took much more effort than he had anticipated.

This thing is naturally remarkably active, and it can mutate if not handled carefully.

He had to stay by the instrument at all times, and if the instrument alarmed, he had to immediately use the "Optimization" function to make corrections.

Time and again, it pulls the cells back from the brink of chaos, and time and again it brings those cells that are about to go berserk back on track.

"Finally—"

He exhaled softly, his gaze falling on the primary cells in the culture jar.

"There is enough sample size for the segmentation experiment."

Since he was going to train him, he naturally didn't want to repeat the process frequently in the future, as it was too mentally taxing.

Let's just do it all at once and cultivate a sufficient stock for long-term use.

He raised his hand, and a pale red chakra glow shone from his palm.

The power of the "Talent of the Immortal Clan" condensed at his fingertips, transforming into an invisible chakra blade.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the blade pierced through the transparent barrier of the culture vessel, precisely cutting into the cluster of primary cells and separating them.

The first one is sealed away.

He took out a specially made sealing jar and carefully transferred some of the cells into it.

The cells are then transferred to another instrument to suppress their activity to a minimum.

This is the last resort; if something goes wrong with the experiment, at least this seed will remain.

The second batch was produced using conventional methods.

Maintain the supply of nutrient solution to keep it in a normal state. If it is consumed too quickly during the experiment, this part can be connected at any time.

The third one is for experimental use.

He picked up the container holding a small portion of the cells that had been cut again, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Next————"

He looked at another incubator, which contained a piece of flesh and blood that had been prepared long ago—his own cell tissue.

"Let me try it out first, and see what happens when these cells fuse with my own cells without using [optimization]."

He murmured to himself as he implanted the first-generation cells into flesh and blood.

Then, chakra is injected.

The mutation erupted in an instant.

The first-generation cells, like awakened beasts, instantly devoured the surrounding normal tissue with their frenzied activity.

They multiply and expand at a rate visible to the naked eye, and flesh and blood quickly lose their original form under their erosion.

Greenery began to spread.

Fine veins appeared on the surface of the flesh, like the veins of a plant leaf.

Tender buds sprouted from the tissue and quickly grew branches and leaves.

The entire piece of flesh began to swell and twist, gradually growing into a large tree.

A faint clicking sound came from the inner wall of the incubator; the tree was still growing and was about to break free of the container's constraints.

Izumi's expression darkened, and his hands instantly formed hand seals. Crimson chakra surged from his palms, wrapping around the mutated tree like chains.

This is a power that incorporates the characteristics of the Nine-Tails' chakra, possessing a certain corrosive and burning nature, which can be used to suppress.

The mutated trees trembled violently, their branches and leaves swaying wildly, as if they had sensed a threat.

It began to backfire.

A powerful suction force emanated from the tree trunk, frantically drawing away Izumi's chakra.

However, when the chakra containing the Nine-Tails' characteristics flowed into the tree, the edges of the mutated branches and leaves began to turn black, and the carbonization marks spread rapidly, as if scorched by a raging fire.

But the changes did not stop. Just as Izumi was suppressing the trees, another force awakened within them.

puff!

A pale bone spur pierced through the tree trunk and emerged from it.

Then came the second, the third—countless bone spurs, like wildly growing thorns, sprouted from all parts of the tree trunk, spreading and growing haphazardly.

Bones and trees twisted and intertwined, forming a bizarre and grotesque combination.

Izumikawa frowned deeply, and without hesitation, the veins around his right eye bulged.

Roll your eyes, open!

Upon closer inspection, the flow of chakra within that strange body became immediately apparent.

Chaotic, violent, and utterly unpredictable, yet possessing an astonishing vitality.

He once again condensed a chakra blade, crimson light dancing at his fingertips.

The blade sliced ​​into the twisted bone-tree complex, precisely severing each chakra node.

Life was stripped away piece by piece, the struggles of the mutation gradually subsided, and finally, it fell into complete silence.

Having done all this, Izumikawa stopped rolling his eyes and let out a deep breath.

He looked down at the incubator, where a grotesque corpse lay quietly inside.

Pale bone spurs pierced from the dead wood, and twisted branches entwined the shattered bones, like a creation that could only appear in some nightmare.

Primary cells —

He murmured, his gaze complex.

Just how uncontrollable is this thing?

It's like a monster, only knowing how to devour and multiply wildly, completely unrestrained.

It's just a simple fusion attempt, and this is what they produced.

He stared at the bone tree corpse for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the incubator.

"Let's take it out and cut it open to see."

His tone was calm, but his eyes held a probing glint.

He was curious about how twisted these things were inside, whether they were mostly made of wood or bone.

Even further, bones and trees are combined together?

After confirming that the inactivation was complete, Izumi was relieved. He manipulated the arm formed from chakra and reached into the incubator to slowly remove the mutant body.

It is about two meters tall, and its overall shape still barely retains the outline of a tree.

If those haphazardly placed bone spurs can still be called "branches and trunks".

Pale bone spurs burrowed haphazardly from all parts of the tree trunk, some straight as spears, others curved as hooks, intertwined densely, like some kind of twisted work of art.

The tree's natural texture is fairly clear, but those jagged bones ruin all harmony, leaving only the bizarre.

Izumikawa reached out and gently touched it.

Bone spurs have a smooth, cold surface, with the hardness characteristic of bone.

The trunk is rough and smooth, and you can vaguely see the texture of plant fibers.

The textures were completely different, yet they strangely blended together.

These are all things formed by the combination of flesh and blood and chakra.

He withdrew his hand, and the thought resurfaced in his mind.

Chakra is truly amazing.

After a brief pause, he took out a bone knife, applied Wind Release nature transformation to it, and faint air currents flowed around the blade.

The dissection begins.

Before the blade even truly touched the surface, the sharpness of the wind technique had already sliced ​​through it.

Once the tree loses its vitality, its toughness is greatly reduced, making it easy to cut like ordinary wood, leaving a smooth cut surface where the blade passes.

Bone spurs require more effort to treat; although they also lose their activity, the hardness of the bone itself remains.

A faint cracking sound can be heard during the cutting process, and tiny bone fragments fall off, scattering tiny particles on the lab table.

Go deeper and deeper.

The further in you go, the more complex the structure becomes.

When the blade cut into the core area, Izumi's movements paused slightly.

There was a mass of flesh and blood that had not yet been fully transformed.

Between trees and skeletons, it presents an indescribable state.

Some parts have become fibrous, revealing the grain of wood, while others are calcifying, with bone deposits faintly visible.

Another part retains its original flesh and blood tissue form, but has already lost its vitality.

Clearly, this mass of flesh and blood was the starting point of the mutation. No one controlled it, no one restricted it, and it eventually formed these things.

Skeletons and trees all multiply, change, and spread from this piece of flesh and blood.

Izumi stared at it for a moment, then began to carefully divide and sample it.

The specimens were placed into containers and labeled.

He wrote rapidly on the recording scroll, recording every detail he observed.

The starting point of the mutation, the path of transformation, the way bone spurs intertwine with trees, and the tissue structure after inactivation —

Time passed in silence.

When the last specimen was sealed, Izumi put down his tools and slowly straightened up.

Weariness washed over me like a tide.

After several days of continuous nurturing, coupled with the mentally taxing dissection just now, even he felt somewhat exhausted.

My eyes were slightly sore, my shoulders were a little stiff, and even my thoughts seemed a bit sluggish.

He glanced at the neatly arranged specimens on the lab table, then at the densely written words on the record scroll, and let out a soft breath.

That's all for today.

It's time to rest.

As I got up and walked out of the lab, Momono followed with her report on what had happened a few days ago.

After hearing the description, he immediately thought of a certain lecherous ninja.

Jiraiya!