Zenshu completely ignored Orochimaru's words, continuing to speak as if talking to himself.
"Seance Technique. A jutsu that brings a soul down into a body, actively altering the body to gain the other party's power."
Orochimaru's joyful expression quickly vanished. He looked at Zenshu opposite him—and finally couldn't help but let out an eerie smile.
"I really want to know just how many secret techniques are in your mind."
"Will you trade or not?" Zenshu wasted no words.
"Of course I'll trade."
It was very difficult for others to access forbidden techniques. But as Director of the Forbidden Jutsu Research Institute for many years, Orochimaru was completely different.
Not only had he read the Scroll of Seals in its entirety—he had memorized it all. If he wanted to, he could write it out right on the spot.
But he didn't immediately pick up a pen. He merely looked at Zenshu, revealing an expression of great interest.
"I'm actually very curious. Can a group of nameless nobodies truly research so many peculiar techniques in thirty years?"
"Nameless nobodies? You mean ordinary people."
Zenshu turned around and stood in front of the window, looking at the crowd below.
"Actually, everyone is full of wisdom. It's just that during the process of growing up, they are bound by family affection, friendship, human nature, and so on. Growing up within rules and regulations."
"Thereby restricting their wisdom."
"But as long as one breaks free from these bonds, one discovers that everyone actually possesses world-shocking wisdom."
Orochimaru frowned tightly. He didn't understand what nonsense this old thing was spouting.
If everyone possessed world-shocking wisdom, then he wouldn't be unable to find assistants capable of helping with his research.
"I can write down these two forbidden techniques right now. What about the Seance Technique you mentioned?"
Orochimaru's voice was expressionless.
Zenshu took a scroll from his clothes and placed it in front of him.
Orochimaru lightly bit his finger, wiped it on his palm, and slapped it against the ground.
Summoning Jutsu.
A snake was summoned. It opened its mouth and spat out two freshly written scrolls.
"These are the newly written Flying Thunder God Technique and Impure World Reincarnation."
Orochimaru picked up the two scrolls and handed them over.
One hand delivers the money. The other delivers the goods.
The moment he received the scroll, Orochimaru immediately unrolled it and began reading.
His snake-like eyes widened slightly. His unexpected joy was fully revealed.
But then he frowned. His gaze turned cold.
"You're playing me."
Orochimaru's voice was full of killing intent. He looked up, staring fixedly at Zenshu.
"A set of theoretical knowledge without any actual experimental data—and you dare bring it out to fool me?"
Under Orochimaru's killing intent, Zenshu remained completely unmoved. His voice was very calm.
"Is it not enough? Those theories are viable. Enough for you to perfect your secret technique."
Although he hadn't actually created a chakra version of the Seance Technique, Zenshu had researched it once—localizing its initial theory.
As a viable research direction and concept, it was enough for Orochimaru to perfect his Living Corpse Reincarnation.
"You really act as if it's a matter of course."
Orochimaru gripped the scroll in his hand. A cold sneer appeared in his eerie gaze.
"Two precious forbidden techniques, in your eyes, are only equivalent to an unperfected theory?"
"Whether it's precious or not isn't important. Whether it's needed is the core."
Zenshu unrolled the scroll recording the Flying Thunder God Technique and spoke calmly.
"These two techniques are well within my reach. Whereas you cannot obtain the theory of the Seance Technique from anywhere but here."
"Most importantly—it can allow you to perfect an even higher level of secret technique."
Listening to these calm words and looking at the unmoved Zenshu, Orochimaru suddenly withdrew all his killing intent.
"Mr. Advisor is right. I hope that in the future, when you need it, I can be of help as well."
He indifferently left behind a sentence—as if his furious rage just now never existed—turned around, and left.
After completely reading through the Flying Thunder God Technique, Zenshu slowly closed his eyes.
The most important part was the Flying Thunder God formula—which was actually a type of chakra mark.
Only by comprehending this mark could one practice and activate the technique.
And its essence was comprehending space. Forming a mark of one's own cognition in the form of chakra.
Depending on each person's comprehension, different marks would form. Tobirama Senju's was a pattern. Minato Namikaze's was text.
Fundamentally, it required sufficient space-time talent. Even with talent in this area, if one wasn't strong enough, they couldn't fully comprehend a mark.
This was the case with the Fourth Hokage's guards—the Genma Platoon. A single person wasn't enough to comprehend the complete mark. They could only comprehend a part each.
Ultimately, the three of them together formed the Flying Thunder Formation Technique—but it had many restrictions.
Boogie Woogie.
The knowledge of this Innate Technique surfaced in Zenshu's mind.
Combining the two—or rather, having the Flying Thunder God Technique absorb the knowledge of Boogie Woogie—the overall mechanism should be greatly optimized.
In the blink of an eye, the sky outside the window darkened.
Zenshu, who had been pondering for a long time, slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled slightly.
In the ruins on the border of the Land of Fire, Zenji suddenly opened his eyes.
"The deduction is finally complete."
He sighed and slapped his palm against the ground.
Beneath his feet was a stone platform resembling an altar, its surface crystal clear.
Ring-like patterns spread out with characters crawling within them, forming a circular array in the blink of an eye.
The moment the array formed, another Zenji instantly appeared—while the original Shadow Clone vanished.
"I can finally start experimenting."
Zenji walked toward the nearby experimental area with a face full of excitement.
The preliminary manufacturing of the Zero-Tails could begin.
Konoha. Meeting.
"Cough, cough."
Zenshu pretended to cough weakly as he walked into the meeting room.
Shikaku Nara stood up from the side, supported Zenshu, and pointed to the seat next to Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"Lord Advisor, please sit."
Zenshu cast a glance from the corner of his eye, coughed lightly twice, and said, "Thank you."
"I'm truly sorry. I didn't expect the Advisor's health to be so fragile." Hiruzen sighed, pretending to blame himself.
"It's no matter. Since I sit in this position, I must bear the responsibility." Zenshu spoke indifferently.
Danzo Shimura stood to the side, casting two expressionless glances at Zenshu.
Why? Why does the monkey have a faint hostility toward him?
Danzo was puzzled internally.
He was the one who recruited him. He was the one who wooed him. And now he was the one faintly targeting him.
It was simply contradictory.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Danzo took out a thin pointer and walked to the map.
"Due to the Nine-Tails' attack, various parts of the village have suffered damage. Taking advantage of this reconstruction opportunity, I want to change the village's zoning."
"The Aburame clan—please relocate to this position."
Danzo pointed his pointer at a spot on the village's edge.
"Because they have long proposed wanting to manage the forest, this transfer precisely takes that into account."
"The Nara clan suffered no disaster. Remain as is."
"Advisor Zenshu wants to start a school for ordinary people. This area is very suitable—and that famous training class can also be relocated and expanded here."
Danzo pointed to another area on the village's edge.
There was a forest on one side and a lake on the other. It could be said to have both woods and water.
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