Naruto: Orochimaru's Disciple

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Sasori One Day I Will Create a Mechanical Godzilla

Chapter 171: Sasori One Day I Will Create a Mechanical Godzilla

”That’s right.” Sasori’s eyes gleamed as he spoke, enthusiasm practically pouring out of him. ”If the energy output is too great and it can’t be dissipated, so it just becomes unusable, then wouldn’t it be perfect to build something that can dissipate it?”

Kenichi rubbed his temples.

There was nothing wrong with the logic. It was clean, even elegant.

And yet, something about it still felt off.

”Then why did your thing explode?” Kenichi looked at the scattered parts on the ground. He genuinely could not tell how Sasori had assembled them in the first place. It was impressive in its own twisted way.

But even if it could be assembled, it was pointless if it just blew up.

He could not possibly be switching careers to become Deidara’s long lost soulmate, right? If Deidara saw this, he would probably sprint over and start discussing the art of explosions with Sasori on the spot.

”Ahem.” Sasori’s gaze drifted away, unfocused. ”The reason is still under investigation.”

Kenichi gave him a look.

So, he had no idea.

Still, pride was pride. Even Sasori had it. Kenichi finally understood why Nagato wanted Sasori removed from Amegakure immediately.

Making explosions near someone’s home every day was an art form of annoyance. No one could tolerate it, especially when Nagato had to keep rushing over to deal with the fires Sasori caused. Earlier, Nagato had clearly used Shinra Tensei to disperse the flames.

”Collect everything first.” Kenichi crouched and started picking through the debris. ”By the way, do you remember what happened with Ancor?”

Nagato not wanting Sasori near Amegakure was exactly what Kenichi wanted.

Sasori was absurdly wealthy. Where the money came from was unclear, but the fact remained: he had it. With Sasori around, Kenichi could buy far more experimental equipment. And Sasori himself was talented.

His talent leaned toward puppet manipulation and puppet construction, sure, but if a puppet could be a human puppet, then what was a Gundam?

What was a mechanical Godzilla?

Were puppets really such a limited concept?

One day, when the Ōtsutsuki arrived, they might be greeted by mechanical Godzilla, or even a mechanical Ultraman. The shinobi world had always been strangely advanced in the wrong places.

”Ancor?” Sasori perked up instantly, eyes sharpening. Of course he remembered. He had been eyeing that flying fortress for a long time.

If the issue of the Zero Tails chakra conversion had not remained unresolved, he would have built an aerial laboratory already.

”What did you figure out?” Sasori asked, eager.

”Not a concrete result yet,” Kenichi said, then smiled. ”But I realized the problem. The Zero Tails couldn’t support Ancor before because Ancor was too heavy.”

As he spoke, Kenichi hooked an arm over Sasori’s shoulder in a rough, friendly squeeze, pulling him closer like a teammate about to whisper a winning play.

”But we don’t need to make it that big right now,” Kenichi continued. ”We can build a smaller base, get it airborne, and then expand it later once the Zero Tails has grown up.”

He had gone down the wrong path before and never properly considered this.

Ancor was enormous, so it needed the Zero Tails to mature first. But they did not need to wait for that.

A laboratory did not have to be massive. Combined, Kenichi’s lab and the teacher’s lab were only about the size of two football fields. Add Sasori’s lab, and it should already be enough to fly.

So there was no need to chase a fully evolved Zero Tails right now. Let it fly first, then let it grow slowly.

And since the teacher already understood the Zero Tails well, there was no need to panic about methods.

Sasori slapped his palm with a sharp sound, eyes lighting up. ”Right. If the energy output is limited, then we just build something suited to that output.”

He immediately sank into thought.

Kenichi glanced at him. Whatever was going on inside Sasori’s head was probably either genius or catastrophic. Either way, if Sasori actually produced something usable, it would be a win.

”Not bad, Sasori.” Kenichi chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. ”I’m watching you. First person in the future shinobi world to achieve mechanical ascension.”

With that, Kenichi joined Sasori in tidying up the parts.

There were a lot of components. Some mechanical sections looked rough, but that was unavoidable. The shinobi world did not have a truly industrial production system.

Precision craftsmanship mattered. The word precision mattered more than most people realized. There was an old saying from Kenichi’s previous life that not a single screw on a rocket could be faulty. But it was not just rockets. Phones, televisions, computers, all of them depended on precision.

The shinobi world could produce computers, but the craftsmanship still lagged far behind what Kenichi remembered.

That was fine.

They could catch up slowly.

”Kenichi,” Sasori said, unable to hold it in anymore, ”what’s that in your pocket?”

He had asked before, but Kenichi had not explained in detail. Sasori’s curiosity only grew.

”A person with enormous research value.” Kenichi shrugged. ”He’s not dead. I could cut him into eight pieces and he’d still be alive.”

Hidan, the future Akatsuki member.

Of course, he was unlikely to become Akatsuki now. Not in this condition, and not with Kenichi holding the leash. For the foreseeable future, Hidan was experimental material.

If he performed well and truly repented later, maybe he could still be used.

Otherwise, this would be his life.

”Oh?” Sasori’s interest sharpened immediately. The shinobi world was vast and full of strange people, but even he had never heard of someone like that.

A man who could still curse after being decapitated was not just strange. It was unnatural.

”Yes.” Kenichi nodded. ”That’s why I’m starting to think the myths and legends in those countries might actually be real.”

The only issue was that Kenichi still had not seen the so called god Hidan worshipped.

He did not know how he would ever meet it.

But it did not matter. Hidan was already in his hands. Kenichi could deal with him slowly once they got back.

”You mean the legendary desert god in Sunagakure, in the Land of Wind, might actually exist?” Sasori asked, clearly entertained by the idea as he sealed a large component into a scroll.

”Possibly,” Kenichi said, then added honestly, ”but not necessarily.”

The phrase God of the Desert made Kenichi think of a dog headed figure, but it was more likely just Shukaku. The One Tail was a sand monster. Powerful enough that people mistaking it for a god was completely normal.

In the current shinobi world, the two beings Kenichi considered the most reliable candidates for real ”gods” were the Shinigami.

After they finished packing Sasori’s parts, Kenichi casually pulled Hidan’s head out of the bag and showed it to him.

Sasori froze, then stared in disbelief.

He had been a ninja for years, and he had never seen anything like this.

”Hidan,” Kenichi said, amused, ”why aren’t you saying anything?”

Before, Hidan never missed a chance to spit out gods, heretics, and curses.

Now that Kenichi invited him to speak, he was silent.

How did he even talk with only a head anyway? Where was the air coming from? Was he somehow using what remained of the trachea at his neck?

Hidan stayed silent. If his eyes had not been moving, he would have been indistinguishable from a corpse.

Seeing that, Kenichi stuffed the head back into the bag. As long as Hidan was not stitched back together, he was basically a corpse that happened to be alive. Nothing to worry about.

”Kenichi,” Sasori said, still fascinated, now examining Hidan’s arm, ”I heard you say this kid believes in a god, right?”

”Yeah,” Kenichi replied flatly. ”And his god is obviously useless.”

If the god were real, Hidan would not be in this state.

In the future, Hidan would be buried underground. According to Kishimoto’s own statement, Hidan would still die without nutritional support. By then, he would probably be rotting in the dark.

A being that could not even dig its follower out of the ground was not impressive.

If anything, the Shinigami felt more believable. Those kinds of beings probably required special conditions to show their power at all.

”You heretics!” Hidan suddenly snapped, voice raw with fury. ”My god will surely save me!”

Kenichi and Sasori mocking his god finally forced his mouth open again.

”That’s even stranger,” Sasori murmured, more intrigued than disturbed. He poked at the head. ”A human head that can curse.”

Kenichi did not stop him.

He had once heard a story about a devil imprisoned in a magic lamp and tossed into the sea.

For the first hundred years, it swore it would take revenge.

In the second hundred, it promised endless wealth to whoever freed it.

In the third, it promised beautiful women and power.

In the fourth, it swore whoever rescued it would become its master.

In the fifth hundred years, it vowed to eat the heart and liver of the person who saved it.

Humans were complicated creatures.

A fanatic like Hidan was no different.

As long as his god did not save him, Hidan’s worship would eventually rot into anger and resentment.

And Hidan would not have a pleasant life during this time. Kenichi’s teacher would definitely conduct all kinds of experiments on him. If Kenichi did not still need to focus on the Sharingan, he would have started experimenting on Hidan himself already.

Imagine enduring inhuman torture every day while praying for rescue, only for the ”god” to do nothing.

What would a believer become then?

If someone could remain devoted through that, Kenichi would have nothing to say. At the very least, when Hidan finally died, they would learn the true threshold of his immortality.

So, carrying Hidan’s body, Kenichi traveled with Sasori from the Land of Rain to the Land of Rice Fields, arriving outside his laboratory.

As for the teacher’s laboratory, Kenichi did not dare bring Sasori there. That was the teacher’s domain. If Kenichi dragged Sasori in, he was afraid the teacher would scold him to death.

”Sasori, you can stay in my lab for a while,” Kenichi said.

Sasori did not seem surprised. He simply looked around with curiosity, scanning the equipment and layout like a man evaluating a new workshop.

Kenichi, meanwhile, carried Hidan’s body toward the teacher’s laboratory.

”Teacher, teacher, look what good thing I brought you.” Kenichi walked in with a grin.

The laboratory was quiet.

The lights were on, but no one was there.

Kenichi frowned. If the teacher were not here, the lights should have been off. So what was going on?

”Lord Amamiya.” Uchiha Shiori stepped out and bowed politely. ”Lord Orochimaru went out on a mission three days ago.”

Kenichi nodded.

So that was it. The lights were on because Shiori was here.

But then Kenichi looked at her, curiosity rising.

With the teacher gone, this was the perfect chance to escape. Why was she still here?

”Aren’t you going to take this opportunity to run?” Kenichi asked bluntly, as always.

”I have nowhere else to go,” Shiori replied just as bluntly. ”Staying here is better. Lord Amamiya and Lord Orochimaru can guarantee my safety.”

”Good.” Kenichi nodded, satisfied. ”Go call Koji Tadokoro.”

Shiori really did have nowhere to go.

Return to Konoha? She would be interrogated until she broke, and secrets would spill, turning her life into a living nightmare.

Go elsewhere? Even if she survived, once Konoha labeled her a rogue ninja, she would be hunted. Her current strength was nowhere near enough to protect herself.

In the bounty system, the most likely targets were the weaker shinobi. Jonin at least had a chance. As for Kage level powerhouses, their bounties were usually more for show than reality. Almost no one actually brought in a Kage’s head.

”Lord Amamiya!” Koji Tadokoro arrived quickly, summoned by Shiori. He looked at Kenichi with extreme respect and caution, as if he wanted to kneel and kowtow on the spot.

Kenichi felt both amused and exasperated.

Koji was truly terrified of him.

”Relax.” Kenichi waved a hand. ”I’m here to ask something. If we build a smaller base, can the Zero Tails provide power for it?”

According to the teacher’s arrangement, the Zero Tails was currently under Koji’s ”research.”

Or rather, Koji was the one being studied.

As expected of the teacher. He understood how to control the Zero Tails. He had taught Koji basic control methods, just enough to prevent Koji from being killed outright.

Koji hesitated, then nodded slowly. ”If it’s not too big... it should be fine.”

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