Successfully sealing the consciousness onto the disc preserved only the continuation of her "soul."
Nawaki knew very clearly that this was far from the end.
A complete life required the unity of soul and body.
Yet under the strange constraints of this world, using Dr. Fuji's technology to clone a stable body was nearly impossible.
The world's rules acted like an invisible barrier, suppressing all "irregular" forces.
Chakra, systems, even cloned bodies everything was restrained.
Nawaki leaned against the cold wall of his quarters, feeling his chakra slowly regenerate as his mind raced.
"This isn't a technical problem. It's forbidden by the fundamental rules. But if it's prohibited here, then I'll go somewhere where the rules allow it."
The world of Naruto.
In Naruto's world, cell cloning, body regeneration, even forbidden techniques involving the soul were not beyond reach.
With the original sample, anything was possible.
The key lay in the DNA of the original body.
The original work never mentioned where such precious genetic material was stored, but Nawaki reasoned that, given Dr. Fuji's obsessive devotion to his daughter, he would never destroy it lightly.
Most likely, it was kept somewhere private, heavily guarded a laboratory or an archive in the base.
The goal was clear: infiltrate the core area and find the DNA sample.
He had to move quickly. Even though her consciousness had been sealed, she was like a rootless floating plant. The longer he delayed, the greater the risk that her essence might be lost.
Moreover, Mewtwo was about to awaken or more accurately, once the consciousness disappeared, the entire base could plunge into catastrophic chaos. He had to succeed before that happened.
Night more precisely, the base's simulated nighttime lighting provided the perfect cover.
He changed into dark, practical clothing and recalled Bulbasaur and Gengar into their Poké Balls.
In a mission demanding extreme stealth, their presence could trigger sensitive alarms.
From here on, he could rely only on his ninja skills.
"Ninja time," Nawaki whispered, taking a deep breath and forming a hand seal.
"Ninja Technique: Shadow Blend."
It was not an advanced jutsu, merely a technique to suppress chakra to the extreme, allowing him to merge with surrounding shadows.
His form blurred, almost fusing with the dark corners of the corridor. Even his breathing and heartbeat nearly ceased.
Based on his observations and the intelligence he had gathered over several days, Dr. Fuji's laboratory lay one level below the central control zone, accessible only through three alloy doors with different security levels.
He had already acquired the codes and key cards for the first two doors through unconventional means.
Like a nocturnal wildcat, Nawaki slipped silently through the labyrinthine corridors.
Fine-tuned chakra covered his feet, allowing him to land without a sound and even defy gravity to walk upside-down on the ceiling.
He bypassed floor pressure sensors and fixed-angle cameras with ease.
The cold metal ceiling reflected his blurred, moving shadow, like a ghost.
The last door was actually the easiest. He only needed to wait for someone to pass through, then slip in using transformation jutsu. If no one came by for a long time, he could create a distraction to draw them out.
Compared to the previous high-security doors, the airtight door leading to the main laboratory was relatively simple.
This area was the most frequently accessed, relying on strict ID verification and internal monitoring rather than purely static defenses.
Nawaki pressed close to the metal groove beside the door, becoming a true shadow.
Minutes ticked by.
Finally, the red light on the door lit up, accompanied by the hiss of pressure release. The heavy alloy door slid aside.
Two exhausted researchers in white coats stepped out, discussing data.
"…Energy fluctuations are extremely unstable; peak levels have exceeded all predicted models."
"We can only continue injecting sedatives, but the host's rejection response is getting stronger…"
As the door began to close again, Nawaki moved. His hands formed the necessary seals.
"Transformation Jutsu."
A wisp of pale smoke flashed. His appearance instantly shifted to match one of the researchers who had just exited, down to the weary expression and subtle details around the eyes.
Seizing the narrow gap before the door fully closed, he slipped inside like a fish. The door shut completely behind him.
Success. He had entered the core of the base the main laboratory where Mewtwo was held.
The sight before him drew a sharp breath. Even in the world of Naruto, he had seen astonishing places, yet this was extraordinary.
The laboratory was massive, filled with cold, futuristic technology and the mysterious aura of life cultivation.
At the center stood a giant cylindrical biocontainment tank, filled with glowing green nutrient solution.
It rose like a modern technological altar, casting faint, eerie light.
Inside floated a silver-gray form Mewtwo.
Its lithe, agile body and long tail curled slightly.
Though its eyes were closed, its form blended artificial precision with natural majesty, radiating a suffocating presence.
Several thick and thin tubes, like tendrils of fate, connected to its body, supplying energy and meticulously monitoring every vital sign.
The green glow reflected off its face, imprisoned rather than sleeping. The scene was chillingly beautiful and profoundly sad.
Around the lab, more than a dozen researchers busied themselves with control panels and screens.
Most wore expressions of tension, exhaustion, and barely contained obsession.
Nawaki's gaze scanned the room and quickly focused on a figure nearest the containment tank, facing the observation window.
Dr. Fuji.
His hair was gray, his face more haggard than when Nawaki had glimpsed him earlier. His deep-set eyes fixed on Mewtwo.
Dr. Fuji's look was a mix of scientific passion and creator's pride, but beneath it lay unmasked worry, fear, and a suffocating guilt.
He clenched his fists, leaning forward as if wanting to touch the "life" he had created through the thick glass, yet simultaneously hesitated in fear.
Nawaki heard Dr. Fuji muttering, low and almost dreamlike, carried faintly through the lab's internal communication system.
"The strongest Pokémon is about to awaken, but its power far exceeds expectations."
Nawaki stayed calm, maintaining his transformation jutsu, pretending to check a digital notebook while his eyes acted like precise radar, scanning for the target.
Where would Dr. Fuji keep the DNA sample?
Something this important was likely stored where Fuji could easily access and monitor it.
His personal workstation.
Nawaki casually approached the desk at the lab's side, slightly isolated, cluttered with papers and personal items.
Among the monitors was a small, portable, high-tech cryogenic storage box.
This was it.
His heartbeat quickened. He had to act fast; the transformation jutsu could not last indefinitely, and someone could approach at any moment.
As all researchers' attention shifted to a sudden warning light near Mewtwo's tank, Nawaki seized the opportunity.
Even Dr. Fuji rushed to the main control panel, while Nawaki moved like a ghost.
He stood with his back to others, shielding possible glances, channeling a faint layer of chakra over his hands.
The cryogenic box had a simple electronic or code lock. Nawaki focused chakra into his fingertips, sensing the internal mechanism.
Click.
A nearly inaudible sound, and the lock opened.
He quickly lifted the lid, cold air spilling out. Several sample tubes were neatly arranged inside.
His gaze immediately fixed on a tube with a unique label.
No complex codes or project names just a clear, hand-written label: "Original Sample."
This was it. The DNA sample he needed.
Cold energy ran through his fingertips, yet hope surged in his heart.
Without hesitation, he replaced it with a pre-prepared blank tube, identical in appearance.
The entire process took less than three seconds.
He carefully placed the real sample in a specialized containment box near his body, closed it, and restored the storage to its original state.
Mission accomplished.
A weight lifted from his chest.
He did not linger, immediately walking toward the lab exit as if nothing had happened.
At the door, a voice called out.
"Yamada, are the logs ready? The doctor wants to see them soon," asked another researcher without looking up.
Nawaki's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what "Yamada" was responsible for.
He forced a weary tone: "Almost done, I just need to double-check," and continued on, not stopping.
Luckily, the researcher seemed focused on his work and did not pursue further.
Nawaki reached the sealed door, pressed the open button, and stepped out, breathing the relatively "free" air.
He found a quiet corner, released the transformation jutsu, and returned to his true form.
Mission complete. The DNA sample was secured.
He now held the spark of life in his hands.
Glancing back at the closed door, separating him from a world woven with sorrow and obsession, his expression was complex yet determined.
With this crucial proof of life, the path to revival had finally opened.
He could not delay and vanished into the shadows like a ghost, retracing his steps.