Chapter 518: Prelude to the Decisive Battle
Sasori's flesh-core unit was ultimately submerged into the specialized liquid matrix.
To provide the unvarnished details, Ryo possessed absolute zero data regarding whether this cultivation methodology would yield a successful outcome for Sasori's core. After all, he had fundamentally never managed to decipher the exact structural parameters governing Sasori's core—loosely appearing to operate as a highly complex biological hybrid blending cardiac muscle and brain matter, yet heaven strictly withheld the data on how Sasori had engineered the mechanics.
An advanced, paradoxical black technology of this caliber slipped past the boundaries of his level-eight genetic intelligence. Furthermore, he flatly lacked the leverage to query Sasori's mind; the Old Ancestor's omnipotent, peerless facade could fundamentally not be permitted to sustain a failure node!
Draping the blue fabric sheet back across the glass vessel, whatever the terminal outcome, let it map out down its independent track!
"Let it soak; if the core unit sustains a terminal failure loop and dissolves into absolute nothingness, it seamlessly provides a magnificent opportunity to harvest supplementary Witness Points. At any rate, my inventory has already successfully compiled and archived his biological cells; if his core kicks the bucket, I can comfortably deploy a resurrection block to restore his parameters down the line." Preparing a temporary residential block to accommodate Chiyo's stay within the Land of Whirlpools, those specific calculations smoothly rolled through Ryo's cognitive processing...
Regrettably, Sasori's core completely failed to fulfill Ryo's underhanded, strategic 'wishes'.
As the immersion rotation continuously progressed drop by drop, a pristine biological skeletal frame and torso parameters actually successfully sprouted from the core unit. A single month later, his physical structure had already smoothly expanded to manifest a certified 'humanoid blueprint'.
By the middle of December, Konoha Year 63, Sasori violently shattered his glass vessel to burst straight out from the fluid. Flexing his newly engineered limbs with a trace of physical awkwardness, he was instantly kicked flying across the chamber by a sharp strike administered by Ryo's boot...
"If your vessel commands an urge to step out of the fluid, can't your vocal parameters communicate the directive straight to the Great Ancestor? Do you genuinely assume the Great Ancestor's custom glass vessels are acquired for absolute zero financial capital?"
The kinetic output backing this specific kick was far from being a minor parameter, causing Sasori's facial complexion to instantly flush a deep shade of dark purple, a visual block that successfully brought a broad smile to Ryo's face.
"Sustaining a timeline where your vessel operated strictly as a mechanical puppet for a solid twenty continuous years, your parameters have endured a prolonged separation from authentic human pain sensations. Does absorbing this sharp wave of physical agony feel exceptionally spectacular?" Ryo wove his hand to toss a blue fabric sheet straight toward his coordinates, subsequently extracting a pristine set of white robes from his inventory.
"Utilize the blue fabric to thoroughly wipe down the residual fluid blanketing your skin, subsequent to which you shall seamlessly slip into this attire."
The apparel line was an asset Ryo had personally worn prior to mastering the parameters governing the Multi-Size Technique. Sasori had historically mutated his biological body to assume a puppet configuration across his fifteenth year, meaning his restored human vessel continuously manifested the precise正太 (shota) proportions of a fifteen-year-old youth; the sizing metrics matched flawlessly.
"Executing a localized detour to retroactively extend one's longevity baseline by a solid twenty continuous years, an artificial human puppet framework actually possesses the capacity to secure a highly unique strand of alternative immortality. Analyzing the metrics under this track, it viscerally feels as though absolute eternal life across the Naruto world is monumentally cheap and common—Kakuzu, Orochimaru... Fortunately, the Great Ancestor's parameters are poles apart from their styling!"
Sasori firmly clamped his hands across his abdomen parameters, strictly withholding any active verbal output as he submissively and silently executed every single operational directive administered by Ryo's hands. Deep within his internal cognitive processing, he couldn't resist chanting that human biological sensations were truly monumentally redundant—specifically this tier of raw, piercing pain; it was monumentally grueling...
With his attire perfectly and neatly aligned, Ryo escorted this red-haired, white-robed handsome youth straight to stand before Chiyo's sight, causing an absolute torrent of ancient, emotional teardrops to instantly stream across her weathered face.
"Sustaining a monumentally immense duration of waiting, the calendar day has finally touched down down down down down to the letter! Dreaming across an exceptionally prolonged baseline, the dream has successfully locked into its absolute terminal completion~!"
An identical, familiar tune dynamically vibrated within his internal mind banks, violently dragging Ryo's cognitive processing back to revisit the agonizing memory of allocating his hard-earned points to the wrong skill tree, causing him to come within a single hair's breadth of weeping in perfect synchronization along Chiyo's flanks.
"Sasori has barely just successfully reverted back into a human framework; whether his biological systems cloak any hidden, anomalous failure nodes is an intelligence node we temporarily lack the data to verify. The dual of you comfortably maintain a stay block within the Land of Whirlpools for a supplementary week; ensure your forces execute your return journey back to the Hidden Sand Village right before the official New Year's block kicks off."
"Mmm, my deepest, most absolute gratitude to your presence, Senior," Chiyo articulated, gently wiping the teardrops tracking across her wrinkles while giving a firm nod.
"A minor, low-effort chore," Ryo chuckled smoothly. "Meticulously appraise Sasori's facial profile; a trace of unvarnished emotional expression has successfully surfaced, even though the specific aesthetic coordinates are an anomaly the Great Ancestor has fundamentally never witnessed... does this configuration map to a localized weep or a subtle smile?"
Sasori wove a highly helpless, scratch-headed maneuver to manually massage his facial muscles. Executing a highly specific emotional expression wasn't an enterprise his matrix could simply toggle at will. Exactly what technical alignment was mandated to flawlessly forge an expression of pure, unadorned rage?
Negative! My matrix is structurally forbidden from cultivating redundant, unnecessary human emotional parameters!
Facial toggle—Mubiao (Deadpan Expression), LAUNCH!
Ryo was briefly startled. The absolute facial expression currently painting Sasori's features shared a perfect, flawless synchronization along the aesthetic coordinates of a ' 滑稽 (funny/troll face)' emoji. This setup carried a spectacular layer of amusement; an individual who had historically transitioned through a mechanical puppet phase was genuinely poles apart from the common template...
With a magnificent, high-minded deed successfully concluded down to the letter, paired concurrently along a successful practical test verifying the raw feasibility of artificially cultivating a complete human frame using ancestral biological cells, Ryo wove a dense Fuinjutsu barrier to completely lock down his sovereign burial plot.
Hashirama's physical framework had similarly achieved its terminal growth parameters, meaning his inventory currently strictly mandated waiting out the logistical duration to systematically resurrect every single legend down the line.
"The countdown tracking the physiological side effects governed by the Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth has already smoothly cleared the absolute halfway node. Subsequent to the passage of a brief half-year, the Great Ancestor shall comfortably command the absolute clearance to resurrect a secondary individual under the sun," Ryo let out a soft, low sigh. "Regrettably, my point-allocation block sustained a catastrophic failure node; otherwise, my forces could have seamlessly launched a massive, single-wave resurrection blitz right this exact micro-second!"
Stewing in a brief window of deep internal self-reproach, Ryo shifted his conscious awareness straight inside his Spiritual Space, completely mindful of the unvarnished reality that within the repository of cultivated physical vessels, the layout was missing a highly critical entity, paired along a monumentally non-critical entity...
"Uchiha Naori, back in the historical timeline... mmm, exactly what precise linguistic formulation is my prose mandated to deploy to handle this topic?" Ryo offered a helpless massage of his temples. "Do your parameters command the active intelligence regarding precisely what technical methodology Tenji deployed to hunt down your absolute burial coordinates? Does his inventory continuously cloak a remaining strand of your biological cells?"
Naori strictly withheld any active verbal response.
"Second Grandpa, it explicitly appears our ancestral biological cells have successfully locked down an absolute cultivation loop," Mito wove a warm, gentle smile across her face. "Does it structurally imply that our fresh, pristine physical vessels are currently securely resting across the outside world?"
Ryo gave a firm, slow nod: "Mmm, every single entity currently anchored within this space possesses a matching vessel, compounding the detail that the stats have been calibrated to reflect their absolute, prime young-adult peak metrics. Currently, our parameters are strictly missing an active capture targeting Naori's cells, paired along the un-domesticated ferocious beast's metrics. Madara operates under separate strategic criteria, obviously; however, if we fundamentally lack the capacity to harvest Naori's authentic biological cells, I shall be structurally forced to clumsily deploy a White Zetsu carcass to function as the baseline proxy vessel to facilitate her resurrection block. Executing the layout under that framework... will undeniably lack the pristine, absolute comfort parameters yielded by utilizing her very own biological body."
Naori fell into a prolonged stretch of silence, before abruptly letting out a soft, low sigh: "Ryo Uzumaki, my cognitive planning dictates... that my presence should comfortably remain anchored right within this specific space. Your independent focus can simply detour inside to accompany my flanks for a casual communication block across a scattered array of calendar days. Navigating the outside world, zero remaining elements command my burning attachment. The alternative legends occupying this domain will comfortably harvest an array of biological relatives, ancestral juniors, or premier disciples upon tracking back across the mortal boundary, whereas my vessel..."
"What on earth kind of nonsensical prose is that!" Ryo shook his head smoothly to object. "Every single one of those parameters is an asset your matrix continuously commands under heaven. Biological relatives—do your parameters lack the clearance to recall that you actively possess a sovereign second-grandson designated as Madara Uchiha?"
Internal cognitive monologue: And my personal presence is anchored along your flanks as well.
"Ancestral juniors—does every single entity currently filling this spatial matrix fail to address your presence under the sovereign mantle of Senior? Simply process their collective matrices to comfortably operate as your personal juniors!"
Internal cognitive monologue: Furthermore, our forces possess the absolute capacity to 'fabricate' fresh juniors down the timeline.
"Disciples—your presence can comfortably launch an active recruitment grid to harvest a premier pool of students!"
Internal cognitive monologue: Swapping the alignment to comfortably process my biological disciples straight under your sovereign wing is equally a highly workable template, hehehe.
"Teacher, exactly what kind of nonsensical, buffoonish grin are your facial muscles currently projecting?"
"Scoot clear of the coordinate to play along the alternative flank, Hitomi!"
Naori violently burst into a soft laugh: "Then let us leave the parameters strictly to the calculations of destiny. Provided your hands successfully harvest a remaining strand of my biological cells, execute the resurrection block to salvage my matrix. Assuming the data cannot be tracked..."
"It will undeniably be successfully tracked down!" Ryo blurted out an exceptionally firm, absolute confirmation, his internal mind loops dropping into focused calculation: "That utterly detestable underhanded bastard Teuchi, his cognitive processing should undoubtedly grasp the technical requirement to supply a high-powered flanking assist to support the Great Ancestor's metrics, right?"
Successfully placating Naori's parameters, Ryo smoothly pivoted his physical torso to face the alternative sector designated as the 'Un-Domesticated Ferocious Beast Isolation Grid'.
"Madara, do your heart parameters harbor a trace of intense nostalgia targeting my presence?"
"Hmph! Ancient immortal!"
"Tsk, talk about an exceptionally tsundere brat." Ryo shook his head with a broad smile. "Madara, Hashirama has undoubtedly broken down every single technical detail governing the resurrection itinerary straight to your ears, correct? Exactly what precise calculations is your mind revolving around?"
Madara took a deep, sweeping breath of air: "Ancient immortal, are your absolute forces currently primed to launch a high-powered frontal clash targeting that specific bastard designated as Tenji?"
"Mmm? Flawlessly accurate!"
"Administer a highly specific technical favor on my behalf. The absolute millisecond your hand successfully terminates his active life force, violently hurl his soul parameters straight down into this exact spatial isolation grid. My presence single-mindedly intends to..." Madara's jaw parameters aggressively ground together with absolute, teeth-shattering fury.
Ryo was briefly caught flat-footed. For an entity commanding Madara Uchiha's astronomical pride to explicitly articulate a four-syllable request like "administer a favor" straight to his face, exactly what cosmic tier of absolute, burning hatred was his mind harboring targeting Tenji?
Flawlessly tracked down to the letter, the entity currently occupying the undisputed number two slot across Madara's absolute hatred dashboard was precisely Tenji, while Tobirama had been systematically downgraded to sit squarely at number three!
Had it not been for Tenji's continuous, underhanded plots across the historical timeline, a legendary powerhouse of his titanic caliber would fundamentally never have been cleanly captured by Ryo's hands to be locked inside this Spiritual Space, structurally forced to endure a relentless loop of being 'playfully teased' across a scattered array of calendar days...
"Very well, since your presence has officially mobilized its most earnest, sincere parameters to petition my wing, the Great Ancestor shall comfortably unleash a wave of supreme mercy to endorse your request! Compounding that, if your matrix harbors an intense urge to secure a premier seat boarding this specific resurrection transit train, prioritize executing a formal alignment loop to recognize Naori under the sovereign mantle of your Second-Grandmother first!"
Concluding those words, Ryo's conscious awareness cleanly snapped straight back into his physical vessel. Madara stood frozen in a prolonged, absolute silence: "Hmph! Ancient immortal, do you genuinely opine my cognitive processing lacks the technical data to decipher exactly what underhanded operational blueprint your mind is revolving around?"
The passage of absolute time marched forward in a frantic blur. January 1, Konoha Year 64, Sara's Ramen Block situated within the Land of Whirlpools.
Ryo stood firmly before a dense gathering of his ancestral juniors, opening his mouth to articulate his prose: "Confronting this year's New Year celebration block, adhering strictly to our long-standing protocol, my personal presence shall prioritize delivering a handful of introductory remarks. This specific custom dinner feast currently blanketing the table was personally executed under my very own culinary rotation; my heart parameters single-mindedly expect every single entity to deploy their absolute maximum velocity parameters to thoroughly and cleanly consume the fodder!"
"Our absolute maximum velocity parameters?"
"Flawlessly correct, your peak velocity parameters! We are proactively launching a high-powered competitive eating block right this exact second; let us meticulously parse out exactly which matrix commands a superior consumption speed!"
"Ohh!"
In a single fraction of a second, the collective movement of bowls and chopsticks occupying every sector of the table violently blurred into absolute afterimages. The absolute entirety of the powerhouses filling this room commanded an exceptionally high-tier strength baseline. As for the units whose prowess failed to match the benchmark—Sara was comfortably cloaked under Ryo's personal safety shield, Nancy—who had newly crossed the one-and-a-half-year milestone—was perfectly supervised under Nagato and Konan's flanks, while Tsukika's parameters were flawlessly anchored under Kushina and Minato's surveillance grid.
A mere two continuous minutes rolled past, and the magnificent custom lunch feast that Ryo had expended an absolute entirety of a morning block to compile was completely, thoroughly decimated into absolute vacancy—strictly leaving behind three highly minimized, isolated portions resting directly before the flanks of those three specific children...
Right at that exact fraction of a second, a standard sentinel ninja native to the Land of Whirlpools' global patrol grid wove a rapid Body Flicker to hit the dead center of the chamber: "Reporting to the Grand Elder, reporting to the Lord First Uzukage! An astronomical, maximum-scale battalion of pitch-white alien monstrosities has successfully broken through our global surveillance arrays to materialize along the immediate maritime perimeter blocks surrounding the Land of Whirlpools!"
A broad, radiant smile smoothly blanketed Ryo's face: "My cognitive planning razor-sharply calculated that Tenji would undeniably select this exact celebratory calendar milestone to launch his chaotic uproar. It is entirely a testament to the Great Ancestor's matchless, preemptive strategic foresight."
"Finally... the curtain rises!"
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