Chapter 517: Ryo's Laboratory
Mid-October, Konoha Year 63.
Two visitors from the Hidden Sand Village—Chiyo and Sasori—arrived in the Land of Whirlpools and were personally received by Nagato.
"Well, Teacher mentioned that you two would be coming to see him. Follow me!"
"No need to trouble yourself, Uzukage. Anyone can guide us to the Senior," Chiyo replied politely.
Sasori remained entirely expressionless, his inner heart completely devoid of emotional ripples, or perhaps he simply felt like weeping.
Nagato shook his head: "The location where Teacher is currently staying is a fraction unique. It is exponentially better if I personally escort you there."
Chiyo was briefly startled: "Unique?"
Following Nagato, the trio sliced across half of the Land of Whirlpools' capital, stepping straight into... the Cemetery?
Chiyo manifested a trace of astonishment: "Even though the Dark Akatsuki's grave-robbing campaigns are monumentally rampant, there should be zero structural requirement for the Senior to personally guard a burial ground, correct?"
Nagato delivered a light, tactical cough, withholding any active explanation as he guided the duo deep into the perimeters of the cemetery. A magnificent, luxury tombstone abruptly loomed before their eyes.
'Tomb of Ryo Uzumaki'
Chiyo's dual pupils violently dilated to their absolute limits: "The Senior has actually logged a terminal demise?! How on earth is that logically possible! Could it possibly be... a catastrophic consequence driven by the resurrection of Gaara?"
Sasori's internal matrix similarly remained entirely aloof, though his cognitive parameters came within a single hair's breadth of bursting into a mocking laugh.
"Well..." Nagato offered a confused scratch of his hair loops, leaning his torso down to sharply knock against Ryo's coffin panel: "Teacher, open the gate! Elder Chiyo from the Hidden Sand Village and Sasori of the Red Sand have successfully touched down on location!"
Chiyo: ???
Sasori: ???
A sharp rustle-scratch acoustic ripple echoed out, and the entry vertex of Ryo's burial vault slowly warped open to reveal a spatial aperture spacious enough to accommodate two individuals. The tunnel interior was profoundly deep, cloaked in dim shadows that were strictly illuminated by a handful of flickering candle flames.
"Well, step inside; Teacher is firmly stationed within the interior. My presence commands alternative administrative duties to manage, so I shall refrain from escorting your line further."
Chiyo and Sasori stared at one another in complete, blank bewilderment. After an immense duration of silence, Sasori let out a cold, sharp snort of "theatrical parlor tricks," proactively taking his absolute first stride straight into the depths of the sepulcher, prompting Chiyo to frantically accelerate her pace to track behind his flank.
The absolute millisecond the duo penetrated into the subterranean vault, the open entry aperture above their heads automatically sealed itself shut into absolute closure, temporarily plunging the environment into pitch darkness save for the feeble glow emitted by the candle flames.
Navigating down the structural incline for a handful of direct paces, the density of the candle fixtures violently spiked, while the terrestrial path beneath their boots smoothly transformed into a winding, spiral staircase. Scaling down past a solid hundred continuous steps, a colossal metal gate that had already been cleanly pushed open loomed squarely before their sight. This barrier was engineered using a high-grade specialized metal explicitly optimized to entirely insulate and block sensory tracking parameters.
It wasn't that Ryo single-mindedly desired to orchestrate an exceptionally mysterious and cloaked aesthetic; rather, his cognitive planning dictated that a master-tier laboratory lacking a sensory-insulated gate was monumentally amateurish...
Stepping through the threshold of the colossal gate, the surrounding spatial parameters abruptly expanded into absolute vastness. Pale blue wall paneling, light green glossy floor tiling, paired with an array of towering, cylindrical glass vessels firmly anchored along both flanks of the chamber—each meticulously and securely draped beneath a heavy layer of blue fabric sheets—successfully flashed into their field of vision.
"A structure of this nature loosely maps to... a human experimentation laboratory?" Sasori murmured softly to himself.
Chiyo was violently startled: "The Senior... that cannot possibly be the structural reality!"
"What on earth cannot possibly be the reality?" Ryo smoothly strode out from a chamber positioned along the right flank: "The dual of you have successfully hit the coordinates. The timeline hasn't fully ripened to the five-month milestone yet, making your execution exceptionally proactive."
Chiyo could only offer a bitter shake of her head. Wasn't our frantic pacing entirely a testament to being thoroughly terrified by your verbal threats? I am single-mindedly counting on your hands to restore Sasori's authentic human framework to successfully preserve his biological lineage down the chain; what on earth would happen if my grandson mutated to assume the framework of a granddaughter...
"Senior, this coordinate explicitly functions as a human experimentation laboratory, correct?"
Ryo gave a firm nod: "Flawlessly accurate. Sasori, this environment is fundamentally far from being 'pointless', isn't it? Meticulously appraise the monumental volume of frantic logistical labor that has kept the Great Ancestor occupied across this recent stretch!"
Chiyo knit her brows but strictly withheld any active verbal resistance. Conversely, Sasori's cognitive processing instantly manifested an intense layer of academic interest targeting the human laboratory setup: "Do your parameters harbor any objection if my presence executes a detailed clinical inspection to parse exactly what research your hands are cultivating?"
"Sasori!" Chiyo delivered a low, sharp verbal reprimand to check his manners.
Ryo chuckled smoothly: "It is absolute zero issue. Your presence is not strictly limited to merely inspecting the parameters; you command full clearance to step straight inside to personally experience the mechanics."
"Step inside... to experience?" Sasori given a brief pause, instantly spinning his mechanical torso around, intending to violently yank the blue fabric sheet clear of a neighboring cylindrical vessel, strictly to have his movement intercepted by a flash of Ryo's spatial displacement.
"Refrain from fueling frantic impatience." Ryo shook his head smoothly. "Chiyo, your eyes have successfully locked onto that specific chamber positioned along the left flank, correct? Residing within that interior sits an identical array of cylindrical vessels, except the fabric sheet cloaking their parameters is explicitly red. Step inside to execute a detailed inspection; this logistical detail is closely tied to the engineering block mandated to restore Sasori's flesh-and-blood vessel."
Chiyo was briefly caught flat-footed. Taking several direct paces forward, she abruptly brought her boots to an absolute standstill. Affixed directly before the entrance to the left chamber sat a prominent, neatly painted directory sign bearing four explicit characters: 'Authorized Personnel Only' (Xianren Mianjin).
"Senior, regarding this barrier, my presence..."
"It is absolute zero issue; the term 'Authorized Personnel' explicitly points to my very own vessel—this setup functions strictly as a localized psychological prompt to remind my independent focus. Step inside, securely seal the door panel behind your flank, and flatly decline to emerge until the Great Ancestor delivers a verbal clearance command."
Chiyo drifted into the inner room with a face heavily painted by a trace of blank bewilderment. It was only subsequent to her departure that Ryo spun his torso back around to lock eyes alongside Sasori, weaving his hand to cleanly rip the blue fabric sheet clear of the cylindrical matrix.
Resting beneath the blue shroud loomed a cylindrical glass vessel stretching two meters vertically with a diameter parameter of exactly one meter. The interior matrix of the vessel was completely filled with a highly viscous, light green solution, and securely submerged deep within the fluid layers rested a red-haired youth.
Sasori locked his absolute focus to execute a highly meticulous, prolonged engineering sweep of the vessel, yet his cognitive processing fundamentally lacked the technical data to decipher exactly what experimental protocol this setup mapped to. Compounding the mystery, even though the male entity anchored within the glass matrix was entirely devoid of active breath parameters, his bare flesh parameters radiated an extraordinarily dense layer of unvarnished 'biological vitality'.
"What precise chemical data governs this solution? Does its utility possess the capacity to permanently shield a deceased biological corpse from experiencing structural decomposition? Furthermore, exactly who is this specific individual?"
Ryo shook his head gently: "The chemical solution single-mindedly safeguards the unvarnished metabolic vitality of his physical stats, which structurally implies that this specific body is completely alive; it is strictly missing an active soul framework to anchor its matrix. Your presence lacks the tracking data to recognize his facial profile, yet Chiyo is monumentally familiar alongside his historical signature. His designation is Hitomi Uzumaki—my biological disciple."
"Hitomi Uzumaki?" Sasori's intelligence databases had undeniably logged that specific name across the historical archives: "Hasn't his vessel logged a verified terminal demise separating his flanks from the mortal coil for past a solid decade or longer? Could it possibly be that his biological corpse has been permanently preserved under your hands deploying this exact methodology? To think you have successfully maintained his structural vitality across a baseline duration of this extreme magnitude!"
Ryo shook his head with a broad, knowing smile: "Sifting back through the timeline to a brief three months ago, his entire existence strictly equated to a mere handful of biological cells. This light green fluid matrix currently filling the vessel constitutes a specific medical serum that has been systematically diluted by a solid hundred-fold margin, deployed single-mindedly to preserve the structural vitality of his physicalStats."
Ryo took several direct paces forward across the glossy flooring, smoothly yanking the blue fabric sheet clear of a secondary vessel: "This specific dark green fluid matrix constitutes the absolute, undiluted full-potency baseline of the medical serum. It is monumentally, astronomically dense with concentrated nutritional parameters; barring an exceptionally elite pool of specific entities under heaven, a standard human swallowing a single gulp will instantly suffer a catastrophic physiological over-saturation loop, dropping dead on location."
Sasori's dual eyes completely locked with razor-sharp precision straight onto the features of the male entity anchored within the secondary vessel, his vocal cadence turning monumentally solemn: "The Lord First Hokage—Hashirama Senju! Your ultimate objective single-mindedly dictates engineering a maximum-scale resurrection campaign targeting deceased legends; every single vessel occupying these coordinates constitutes..."
Meticulously linking this visual data alongside the high-powered resurrection methodology Ryo had historically unleashed to salvage Gaara's life force, Sasori finally successfully deciphered the absolute, unvarnished strategic utility governing this master-tier laboratory.
Ryo raised his eyebrows in a playful, mocking alignment: "How does the layout map out? Is the Great Ancestor's prowess monumentally, peerlessly magnificent? Strictly an unchanging, eternal aesthetic qualifies as true, supreme art; does this specific engineering block meet the criteria to be graded as absolute art?"
Sasori: "..."
Across this prolonged stretch of nearly four continuous months, Ryo had successfully utilized his maxed-out medical and genetic intelligence to completely cultivate every single physical vessel his itinerary demanded. Strictly Hashirama's physical framework remained a fraction incomplete, requiring a minor, supplementary window of duration to completely finalize its structural growth parameters.
Waving his arm to seamlessly drape the dual blue fabric sheets back over the glass vessels, Ryo spun his torso around to deliver a resonant shout toward the opposite corridor: "Chiyo, drape the red fabric sheet back across whatever vessel your presence uncloaked, you possess the baseline clearance to step outside!"
A brief half-minute crawled past, subsequent to which Chiyo slowly forced her pacing back out into the primary hall, her entire countenance completely painted by a trace of absolute, un-suppressible astonishment.
The laboratory layout governing the left chamber functioned as a perfect, mirrored reflection of the right wing, systematically cultivating the pristine physical vessels belonging to Ryo's dual female disciples, alongside the matrix of Mito Uzumaki herself.
Driven entirely by highly specific, delicate biological reasons that required absolute zero explicit articulation across the communication lines, Ryo had flatly declined to step inside that left chamber for past two continuous months; the entire administrative protocol governing their 'serum replacement rotations' had been completely outsourced to Konan's hands.
"Senior, this structural reality is genuinely..."
Ryo chuckled smoothly: "Your internal capacity to academically process a high-powered enterprise like absolute resurrection should structurally map to a significantly lower-difficulty threshold compared to alternative entities, shouldn't it? After all, your very own hands historically mastered a custom formulation capable of executing a life-saving sacrifice."
Chiyo lightly pursed her dried, wrinkled lips: "Yet, to violently force a cluster of raw biological cells to artificially cultivate and expand until they systematically form a flawless, complete human vessel... this engineering milestone is truly..."
Ryo executed a sharp physical rotation, smoothly uncloaking an alternative blue fabric sheet from a remaining vessel. Submerged within this specific glass matrix was a solution completely packed with the full-potency dark green medical serum, yet it currently housed absolute zero human physical forms within its depths.
"Precisely because my hands have successfully mastered a premier, high-powered black technology of this spectacular caliber, I command the absolute technical capacity to smoothly revert your mechanical shell back into an authentic flesh-and-blood vessel."
Sasori given a sudden, panicked standstill, his internal cognitive parameters instantly tracking a highly ominous premonition.
"Advance straight ahead, child; behave with absolute, flawless compliance and directly submerge your flesh-core unit straight inside this fluid matrix. Completely pain-free, boasting absolute zero structural side effects under the heavens; a brief two-month rotation cycle will return a monumentally flawless, pristine human vessel straight back into your possession."
Sasori: "..."
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