nucmednet Chapter 670 Voice
Chapter 670 Voice
He walked to a lab bench, picked up a small bottle containing a dark red liquid, and gently swirled it in his hand. "I can give you the power of revenge, young man. But as you said, all power comes at a price. Are you ready?"
The boy looked up without hesitation, his eyes firm and resolute: "Whatever the cost, as long as I can get revenge, I can accept it!"
Orochimaru nodded in satisfaction and handed the potion to the boy. "This potion will allow you to unleash combat power comparable to a Jonin in an instant. However..." He deliberately drew out his words, his snake-like eyes fixed on the boy, "After the effects wear off, your life will come to an end."
Without hesitation, and without showing the slightest fear of death, the boy reached out his trembling hand and took the potion without a second thought. The bottle of dark red liquid, at that moment, seemed to him like the most precious treasure in the world, his only hope for revenge. He gripped the potion tightly, then turned without looking back and strode resolutely away from the laboratory.
Konan watched the boy's departing figure, a sense of unease rising within her. She turned to Orochimaru, her brow furrowed with worry: "Lord Orochimaru, did you just so easily give the experimental subject to that boy? That potion... it sounds extremely dangerous. What if he causes trouble and it gets all involved here?"
Orochimaru merely smiled contemptuously, a smile brimming with calculation and control. "A half-finished Jonin who doesn't even deserve a name is no trouble to me," he waved his hand casually. "Consider it collecting interest in advance. Besides, someone will soon be released from his 'prison.'" Orochimaru's voice held a hint of anticipation; clearly, the "someone" he referred to was Zhang Hai. He believed Zhang Hai wouldn't keep him waiting long.
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Meanwhile, in the underground laboratory of Konoha.
Zhang Hai was intently studying the scroll in his hands, which contained some of Bai Ya's notes and experimental records from his lifetime. Suddenly, the mark on his arm that sealed the puppet trembled slightly.
Zhang Hai stopped his work, his brow furrowing slightly. This mark only activated when it sensed specific chakra fluctuations. He knew this was a signal left by Sasori. He slowly extended his hand, chakra surging, the mark flashing, and a wooden ox puppet carved from wood was summoned. From inside the puppet, a faint sound came, and then a small, exquisite, lifelike bird flapped its wings and flew out. On the bird's body was a bright red scorpion mark.
Zhang Hai's eyes instantly deepened. He looked at the little bird marked with a scorpion's mark, and the promise he made with the scorpion years ago came to mind—if the scorpion encountered a problem it couldn't solve, it would ask him for help in this way.
"Looks like that troublesome guy has finally run into a problem he can't solve," Zhang Hai muttered to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice, but more so, a sense of understanding. Scorpion was an extremely proud artist; he would never easily ask for help unless truly in dire straits.
Without hesitation, he put down the scroll in his hand and stood up. The little bird circled a few times in the air before quickly flying off in one direction. Zhang Hai's soul body transformed into a phantom, following closely behind, passing through the door of the research lab, and leaving the room.
The little bird was incredibly fast, carrying Zhang Hai through the underground passages of Konoha. However, when the bird reached the end of the passage leading to the outside world, it was blocked by an invisible barrier. It was a barrier set up by Tsunade, completely isolating the entire underground laboratory from the outside world. The little bird circled anxiously in front of the barrier, emitting faint chirps, but it could not penetrate it.
The little bird was blocked by an invisible barrier, circling anxiously in the air and emitting faint chirps. Its small body bumped against the barrier, but it was as if it had hit an invisible wall, unable to move forward even an inch.
Upon hearing the sound, Tsunade turned around from in front of the lab table. She looked at the delicate little bird in the air, her amber eyes narrowing slightly before she recognized its true nature.
"Is this a puppet?" Tsunade's voice carried a hint of surprise. She had seen all sorts of strange ninja tools and techniques, but the way the puppet was made so exquisitely and could transmit information truly surprised her.
"Hmm." Zhang Hai's voice was slightly hurried. He walked to the barrier, looking at the trapped bird with a deep gaze. "This is a puppet that a friend of mine gave me years ago. It only flies over to warn me when it encounters an insurmountable problem."
He turned to Tsunade, his tone carrying an undeniable seriousness: "It seems my friend may be in trouble. I need to go out for a bit."
However, Tsunade frowned deeply upon hearing Zhang Hai's words. Without a second thought, she resolutely refused, "No! You can't go out!" Her tone was firm and left no room for negotiation.
"Why?" Zhang Hai's voice deepened, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"Why?" Tsunade walked up to Zhang Hai, crossed her arms, and looked at him coldly. "Who do you think you are now? You're a 'prisoner' pardoned by the Hokage! The old man just sent a warning. If you go out now, wouldn't that be blatantly telling him you're acting secretly? In that case, neither of us will be in trouble!"
Looking at Tsunade's serious face, Zhang Hai knew she wasn't joking. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How many days are left of my... prison sentence?"
Upon hearing this, Tsunade's eyes flashed with surprise. She hadn't expected Zhang Hai to suddenly ask about this, but a cold smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Ha! You think I've forgotten?" Tsunade sneered, a hint of smugness in her voice, as if she had known all along what Zhang Hai was up to. "You still have sixty-two days left before your release! Not a single day less!" She remembered it clearly because she knew that once Zhang Hai was released, he would definitely cause all sorts of trouble.
Upon hearing this precise number, Zhang Hai couldn't help but sigh. Tsunade's memory was truly frighteningly good. Sixty-two days, while not a long time, meant that every single second now could be crucial to his friend's safety.
Tsunade seemed to see through Zhang Hai's thoughts. She sneered, then suddenly raised her hand and slammed her fist hard into the rock wall beside the barrier. "Boom!" A deafening roar followed, and the hard rock wall instantly cracked, fissures spreading rapidly like a spiderweb. Tsunade withdrew her fist, looking at Zhang Hai expressionlessly, a warning in her eyes: "So, you'd better give up those inappropriate thoughts."