Immortality begins with the ninjas of Konoha

There seemed to be an unknown energy within him. Monet suddenly thought of something, and his face became even redder.

She couldn't sense any trace of Furukawa Osamu's split spirit, nor did she understand the function of chakra. After some mental conjecture, she murmured to herself in a barely audible voice:

"We won't need to take any protective measures anymore..."

On his rare day off, after working 996 for six days straight, Luo didn't relax his demands on himself. Baby-5 had already mastered the domineering aura, and he had to master that power too.

Instructor Germa was a good sparring partner. Luo practiced his physical skills in the hospital's underground training ground, and his several stylish kicks made several people at the edge of the field shout excitedly.

"Brother Luo is amazing!"

"Yes, the movements look very powerful!"

"As expected of a high-ranking executive in the company, can I also practice these physical skills?"

Bepo clapped his paws and cheered, while Peggy and Shaki praised him loudly. Ever since Law's surgery saved their lives, they would spend as much time as possible by Law's side.

The Donquixote Family taught a lot about combat techniques, while Osamu Furukawa provided a "Ninja Training Manual".

Luo has not yet fully mastered the technique; his body is still growing, and he will continue to use some herbal remedies to try to increase his height to around 2 meters.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Luo let out a long sigh, thanked the Germa instructors, and then introduced the two men and the bear:

"We can't relax even on our days off! Our client might be a dangerous pirate. If we don't have a strong physique, it'll be troublesome if he tries to renege on his debts!"

"These basic physical skills also come with instruction manuals, which include training methods."

"If you perform well, you might even get access to the Six Styles!"

"Brother Luo, what is the Six Styles? Is it the move that the big sister over there used?"

Wearing an orange training suit, Bepo gestured for Law to turn his head. The little bear ears on his head twitched a few times, and he seemed a little confused.

Only then did Law hear the familiar movement sounds amidst the frequent impacts in the underground training ground. Following Bepo's direction, he turned his head and immediately saw Monet practicing shaving in a swaying sandbag not far away.

"what?!"

Luo didn't realize anything was wrong at first, then suddenly let out a low cry, opened his mouth wide, and remained silent.

He remembered that the other party had only practiced basic physical training for about two and a half months, so how could they possibly use a technique like "shaving"?

"Brother Luo! Brother Luo!"

Bepo stepped forward, waving his bear paw in confusion. Only then did Law snap out of his daze and cough awkwardly twice.

Noticing the curious looks on the two people and the bear, Luo could only bite the bullet and explain:

"That is the Six Styles of Shave, a technique that relies on strong physical abilities to achieve near-instantaneous teleportation."

"Brother Luo! Have you mastered it too?"

"What move is Brother Luo good at?"

Pekin and Shaki looked on with admiration and asked a simple question. Luo, hearing the question, became even more embarrassed and could only offer a forced explanation:

"You've seen my Devil Fruit abilities; I don't need such physical skills to aid my combat."

"I see!"

The sudden realization on his underlings' faces made Luo feel even worse. After giving them some instructions, he quickly turned away and returned to the training ground, where he sat alone, questioning the meaning of life.

"How can I improve so quickly? Why am I still stuck in the same place despite all my hard work?"

When Sugar brought lunch to her sister, she also noticed Monet's great progress. The girl circled around looking at her sister, and finally jumped into her arms and sniffed her all over.

"My sister has a special scent!"

"You're not a puppy, so what flavor do you have? Eat more, you're still growing."

A blush crept onto Monet's face as he quickly shooed his sister away from his arms. Sugar, with her big eyes darting around, sat in her chair kicking her legs and muttering to herself as she ate her steak.

"In short, the taste is different, and the physical sensation is different too!"

"Don't let your mind wander. We need to hurry. Maybe Lord Xiu will bestow the Snow-Snow Fruit upon you!"

"Really? I looked at the information, it's a Naturalist, that sounds amazing!"

Sugar looked expectant. Both sisters were in excellent physical condition, as confirmed by the examination. Monet smiled and nodded, though a little embarrassed, she still painted a rosy picture for her sister:

"Hard work pays off. With my focused practice, I'll master the basic six moves sooner or later!"

"Really? That's great!"

Sugar cheered. She wanted to help too. She didn't want to be sold again, and she didn't want anyone to ruin their new home.

-

On December 1st, HEART officially entered the trial operation phase. The hospital made a name for itself on the first day, completing two extremely difficult surgeries in one day.

Under Osamu Furukawa's guidance, Luo's heart valve replacement surgery went smoothly without any problems. There wasn't even a trace of injury on the patient's body. Such a miraculous surgery shocked all the patients that day.

To verify the authenticity, some patients even limped to the ward to visit him. After confirming that HEART had not exaggerated, everyone praised Luo's medical skills!

Given Luo's current physical condition, two highly complex surgeries would be his limit, yet within just one week, his surgery appointments were booked until next year.

Although HEART is a bit pricey, it's a unique Devil Fruit, so naturally there are people willing to support it.

Under the Navy's propaganda machine, HEART was the headline of the World Economic News for several days in a row. Within half a month, the news of Luo's success with the surgery even spread to the New World.

The World Government's intention in spreading propaganda is to control HEART. Some powerful figures have their eyes on the abilities of Devil Fruits, and Sengoku has even received a decree to protect the Ope Ope no Mi.

In the hospital's top-floor office, Corazon's voice came through a Den Den Mushi, expressing his joy at HEART's success and Luo's realization of his dream.

"Xiu, the current situation is a bit strange. The Navy has once again strengthened the protection for you!"

"I've heard some news that in a few days, Lieutenant General Borsalino may escort a batch of experimental material to Spedamaelz."

"Vice Admiral Borsalino is not only from the North Sea, but also a candidate for admiral. This mission is a bit strange; the order does not seem to come from the Navy."

"In short, you should still be careful and not forget my last words of advice."

Corazon lowered his voice at the end, and Furukawa knew that he was giving instructions before parting ways: possessing the Op-Op Fruit meant he would be at odds with the World Government, the Navy, and pirates.

"I understand. Since the mission comes from higher-ups, you don't need to worry about it."

"There are many things that even the marshal can't do. You just need to focus on doing your job well. Remember your heroic name and be careful not to be targeted by pirates."

Corazon, who remained at Marine Headquarters, was touched, but quickly changed the subject, observing the Den Den Mushi and muttering a complaint:

"Why don't the Den Den Mushi's eyes have tomoe (comma-shaped markings)? That's strange, they're only red!"

"Perhaps these 'snail' 'cannot connect to the energy waveband of my body,' there's no need to worry about it."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Corazon prepared to wait for Law's call back. He was very gratified that the boy he had saved had become a well-known surgeon.

In the spacious room, Osamu Furukawa, having ended his Den Den Mushi call, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in deep thought.

"Vice Admiral Borsalino, Kizaru, experimental subjects... the Five Elders' attention?"

The chaotic timeline in his memory made Osamu Furukawa shake his head helplessly; he had no idea what important experiment was taking place at this time.

"Lord Xiu, are you encountering any difficulties?"

Wearing a green and white checkered bodycon dress, Monet continued to massage her shoulders while asking softly, the young girl still wearing thick-lensed glasses, as she was currently working as a secretary.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect to get attention so quickly."

"This is a good thing, at least we won't have to worry about funds for a while. The bank will probably come back with another loan in a few days..."

"Huh?! I remember we just received the funds last week."

Monet gasped. She remembered very clearly that she had handled all the relevant documents, and the interest rate was almost zero.

Furukawa Osamu smiled; money makes money very quickly. Thinking about the labor issue, he asked again:

"Monet, how are you feeling? Maybe we need to speed things up. With so much funding and the workforce in place, the underground factory can start operating."

The girl's face flushed, her breathing quickened, and she took off her glasses, then leaned down and whispered in his ear:

"Lord Xiu, I... my will is not strong enough..."

The secretary's job is also very hard. Monet has no holidays anymore. She wishes she could stay by Furukawa Osamu's side every day to train. Different scenarios can better hone her will.

Monet, trying not to make a sound, bit her lip and made up her mind: anyone who gets in the way of her family is her enemy, and she is willing to pay with her life for it.

...

At the end of December, the snow-covered port of Spedamaelz once again welcomed warships from the Navy Headquarters.

Although the city's residents were already used to such scenes, some insiders in the underworld still ran away when they saw Borsalino wearing a cloak of justice and a white striped suit.

"Seriously, am I that scary?"

"It's a rare opportunity to return to Beihai, and I was just looking forward to reminiscing, but this kind of welcoming ceremony is truly heartbreaking!"

Borusalino, at 45, spoke in a languid tone more like a 54-year-old man, slowly adjusting his black top hat, gazing at the harbor view, and then sighing:

"What a huge change! I never imagined that even Vegapunk's latest research would be used here!"

"Looks like there's some very important person here."

"The air in Beihai is so comfortable; I feel like I'm going to get moldy at headquarters."

Borsalino stretched out his three-meter-tall, slender body, while his subordinates behind him maintained serious expressions. As the group headed towards HEART Hospital, pedestrians on the road gave way.

"Have the slums disappeared too? Does Spedamaelz have the industry to absorb so many people?"

"HEART also has a business that involves underground transactions, and according to the Navy's investigation, the production of weapons parts has provided many jobs for the city."

Upon hearing his subordinate's reply, Borsalino showed a thoughtful expression, but quickly regained his usual languid demeanor.

"It seems that young man is involved in quite a lot of business. No wonder he is worthy of being a replacement for Doflamingo."

"But what does that have to do with me? I'm just here to run an errand!"

"Are you right?"

No one responded. Borsalino sighed helplessly. He just didn't like these agents; they were all "autistic."

Upon arriving at the hospital lobby, Borusalino nodded slightly at the many patients queuing in an orderly fashion, clearly indicating that the hospital had earned the patients' trust.

When the group arrived on the 6th floor, Borsalino took the safe handed to him by his subordinate, casually carrying it in his hand under the watchful eyes of several agents, and then immediately knocked on the door:

Is anyone home?

"I am a vice admiral from the Navy Headquarters. I have been specially commissioned to deliver experimental materials."

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

Hearing the slightly cold voice, Borsalino also suppressed his smile. After the group pushed open the door and entered, Furukawa Osamu was standing by the window gazing at the snow scene.

Borsalino frowned slightly under the gaze of those red eyes, but remembering the contents of the data, he eventually smiled again.

"It took me a lot of effort to transport a special experimental material by boat to Beihai."

"Take over as soon as possible. I will stay for another week. During this time, I can answer some of your questions, but you will need to do more research and exploration on your own."

After Borsalino finished speaking, he began to display the combination lock with both hands, then walked to the table and carefully placed it down. This cautious behavior aroused curiosity in Furukawa Osamu.

"What is this? When did you, Lieutenant General, get into the courier business?"

"Do you understand 'God'? The safe contains the blood of 'God'."

"I came here to show respect."

Furukawa Osamu looked at the safe, which was protected by multiple layers of security and was speechless. Blood samples, and they sent a general candidate to escort them? It seemed like an overreaction.

"Young man, you must not be disrespectful to 'God'."

"You don't seem to be showing any respect, do you? What exactly do you want me to study?"

Borsalino didn't immediately answer Furukawa Osamu's question. Instead, he handed over a document from the briefcase and then solemnly instructed him:

"Remember, this information must not be leaked!"

Furukawa Osamu casually took it, an attitude that drew glares and angry looks from the agents behind him. When it came to Celestial Dragons, absolute respect had to be shown at every step.

As the documents were repeatedly reviewed, Furukawa Osamu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and then he said with some uncertainty:

"Is this a disease caused by a disorder of bloodline factors? I can't think of any other disease that could cause this condition in a person's body."

"Very good, it seems that my trip back this time will most likely be worthwhile."

"This is the disease that the upper realm suffers from, called the Blue Scale Disease."

"Once exposed to sunlight, it will produce terrible crystals and eventually die in agony."

“These blood samples come from patients with Celestial Dragons as well as ordinary people. I hope you can analyze them so that we can proceed with the next step of the experiment. Otherwise, I will terminate this cooperation.”