boyutpedia Chapter 67 Cold Lord
Chapter 67 Cold Lord
Chapter 67 Cold Lord
Hyuga Masaru was, after all, a Chunin with some reputation.
News of his paralysis quickly spread within a small circle. Of course, the official explanation was that he had suffered a qi deviation while practicing soft boxing.
This is not uncommon in the Hyuga clan. Members of the branch family often resort to extreme training methods in order to catch up with the main family.
No one suspected Sousuke. After all, who would believe that a confectioner could cripple a Hyuga Chunin?
But there was one exception.
Orochimaru.
An underground laboratory in Konoha.
It is cold and damp.
Orochimaru was standing in front of the dissection table.
On the table was a corpse. He held a scalpel in his hand, his movements as elegant as if he were cutting a steak.
"Lord Orochimaru."
The Root ninja, wearing a mask, appeared silently.
"We have new information regarding Sosuke of the Takaya Trading Company."
"Oh?"
Orochimaru did not stop what he was doing; he plucked out a nerve.
"That interesting businessman?"
"Hyuga Masaru from the Hyuga branch family went to his warehouse late at night three days ago. He was carried out on his back."
"According to our informants within the Hyuga clan, Hyuga Masaru is completely paralyzed, and his nervous system has been severely disrupted by external forces."
"The nervous system?"
Orochimaru's hand stopped.
He stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips.
"That's interesting."
Orochimaru put down his scalpel.
Ever since he saw the young man's eyes on the day of the second generation festival, he knew that the other party was no ordinary person.
There was no awe, no fanaticism; that look in his eyes was familiar. He could see it in his own eyes when he looked in the mirror.
So he was very curious: how could an ordinary person have the same eyes as him?
So that night, he gave Sosuke a test—the three wandering samurai.
This is the truth behind the wandering samurai attack that night. It wasn't a simple kidnapping. It was a meticulously designed test.
Orochimaru hid in the shadows, observing Sousuke's every tiny movement as if he were observing a lab rat.
The result disappointed him greatly.
Because Sousuke didn't reveal any hidden bloodline limit or secret ninjutsu. He didn't even use any offensive ninjutsu. That night, he won miserably, relying on explosive tags, mechanical shuriken, and steel wire.
It's all just external things built with money.
But—there were surprises too!
Orochimaru saw Sousuke dodge when facing the blade.
Although it was a mess, and the posture was awkward, Orochimaru keenly observed that the initiation time of that dodge was 0.1 seconds faster than that of an ordinary person.
second.
Some people are indeed born with exceptional reflexes. But such individuals are usually those with extraordinary ninja talent, not someone like Sousuke, whose abilities are mediocre and who relies solely on external aids.
So, ever since that night, Orochimaru had people secretly gathering information about Sousuke. He wanted to know why Sousuke possessed such lightning-fast reflexes.
Now he knows why.
For a genius scientist like him who has long studied the secrets of the human body, it was easy to guess what Sosuke was doing.
"Human experiments, stimulating nerves —"
"Hehehe————"
Orochimaru laughed, a chilling laugh.
"What a bold idea. Though crude, rudimentary, and even somewhat foolish, this line of thinking challenges the ironclad rule that ninjas must rely on chakra."
In this ninja world, everyone believes that chakra is the only way to become stronger.
But Orochimaru has recently been pondering: What are the limits of the physical body? Is chakra truly the only way to evolve?
Now, there is a businessman who shares the same idea as him, wanting to break the shackles of the body through external forces.
"What an arrogant idea!"
Orochimaru sighed.
"Hyuga Masaru's paralysis was not an accident. It was inevitable."
"I have also conducted similar experiments."
"When an external force attempts to alter the body's underlying logic, chakra will generate a repulsive activity."
"The stronger the ninja, the stronger the chakra repulsion within their body, and the less they allow their body to be altered."
Orochimaru took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.
His interest in Sosuke evolved from curiosity to concern.
This is a fellow traveler who is on the wrong path.
Although the direction was wrong and the experiment was crude, the courage to explore taboos is commendable.
"People like this are qualified to be my test subjects."
Hongshan Street.
[The sweet part].
The old man from the Ministry of Revenue was in the back kitchen, deftly waving his fan.
The rice cakes on the charcoal brazier crackled and popped, releasing a smoky aroma that mingled with the steam from the sweet sauce.
Sosuke sat at a counter.
He was peeling an orange and eating it. His fingertips deftly pried open the peel, leaving the flesh intact. This was a micro-management exercise of fingertip strength.
"Boss, the last pot of red bean soup for today is ready."
Ren came out of the kitchen, carrying a copper basin that was steaming.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and the muscles in his shoulders had become even more muscular. Working under Sosuke meant the food was much better than at the orphanage. He was at the age where he was growing rapidly.
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"Put it in an insulated container and send it to the garrison's base."
Sousuke ordered.
"Tell Captain Zongji that this is extra supplies for today, and it's free."
Ren nodded and quickly got to work.
"Mr. Sosuke, your tea."
Maki served a cup of warm tea.
Sousuke nodded.
He looked at the clock on the wall; the hands had jumped to six o'clock.
"Close the door."
Sosuke finished his tea and stood up.
"Jin, Maki, go rest in the backyard after you're done tidying up."
"Okay, Mr. Sousuke."
The two children quickly got to work.
Sosuke walked out of the "Sweetness Corner".
With his wealth, he no longer needed to walk. But he did not take a carriage.
To practice his teleportation technique, he made it a habit to walk home every day wearing weighted clothing. This was a form of self-discipline he put on himself.
Normally at this time, Might Guy would come to wait for him to go back together. But today, Guy received a temporary conscription notice from the Hokage Building.
A mission to "reinforce the walls of the Konoha training grounds" specifically requested genin with good physical strength.
Sousuke didn't care. Bodyguards don't need to be with you all the time.
This was, after all, Konoha, and Red Fan Street was the territory of the police force. And he was, in fact, a partner of the Uchiha clan.
It can be said that this is an absolutely safe zone.
At least, that's what Sousuke thought.
The streetlights were dim.
At the corner where Hongshan Street turns into West Street, there is a secluded alley.
There are no shops here, only two high walls.
Sosuke walked into the alley. His boots made a dull thud.
When he reached the center of the alley, Sosuke stopped.
There is an extremely abrupt sense of incongruity.
It was too quiet around us.
A strange chill crept up his spine, as if a snake were slowly crawling down his back.
This feeling was a hundred times stronger than when I faced the three wandering samurai that night. It was a physiological instinct brought about by the suppression of life level.
"That's a really good habit of being punctual."
A voice rang out from the shadows. Hoarse and deep.
Sosuke didn't move. His fingers, hidden in his sleeve, were already gripping two steel wires.
His chakra gathered at the soles of his feet. Body Flicker Technique, ready to be activated at any moment.
Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps.
A man slowly emerged from the darkness.
He was wearing a white kimono, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, and his skin was as pale as paper.
Those long, golden pupils gleamed with a morbid curiosity in the dim moonlight.
Cold Lord, Orochimaru.