Chapter 67.4- One Thousand Hands

I lifted both my hands in the universal symbol of surrender. Dealing with one of them was trouble enough. With the both of them? When they were both pissed off? I’d rather fight Hanzo again. Speaking of Hanzo, that was another thing I had on my mind. The Land of Rain. The Land of Rain would birth most of the Akatsuki’s leadership— Nagato, Konan, Yahiko. If hanzo could be trusted, then maybe I would have been fine trusting him not to fuck things up but from all accounts, he was little better than a warlord that actually did nothing for the betterment of the populace.

“You just want to fight Hanzo again” Kurama grunted, and even if I wanted to to disagree, I couldn’t. He was right. I wanted that smoke. I wanted the fuck out of that smoke.

“Okay, you’ve got me” I replied.

“Just don’t get beaten black and blue again. Can’t have my jonchuriki running from a fight all the time”

“You said it was a retreat—“

“Earth to Shori” Uraume said, snapping me out of the building argument with Kurama. I smiled at both women who looked like they were beginning to get upset.

“Sorry, sorry. I got carried away there. What were we talking about again?” I asked.

“We brought back the bodies you wanted. It was a pain pretending the destroy the, along with the others and hiding what ecvxactly we were doing. I can’t even guarantee that Shiba didn’t figure out something was up” Uzume said. I nodded. That was fine. Better than fine actually.

“May I have them?”

Uraume moved to hand the scrolls over but Uzume placed a hand on my cousin’s shoulder.

“Nah uh. You’ll tell us what you want them for. If you had asked us to bring them back alive, then we would have understood that you wanted to use them for some sort of sick breeding program, but what use are they to you dead as they are?” She asked, practically daring me to meet her eyes.

“I want to see if I can find the genes and cells that mark the various kekkei genkai. That’s why I had you get such a wide range— both kekkei genkai and non-kekkei genkai users mean I should have an easier time identifying specific genetic material and seeing if I can transplant it to volunteers from the genin program” I said, fully aware of just how closely I was stepping to the kind of twisted bullshit Orochimaru had done. But the issue was that he had proven that it could work. And if it could work, then that meant there was potential there.I could just imagine it. An Uchiha with explosion release, or a Hyuga with lava release— vice versa worked as well. An Aburame with explosion release able to make each one of his insects tiny little suicide bombs that could latch on to a limb and blow it to smithereens.

The potential was limitless.