69novels Chapter 403 I am indeed the captain's most valued subordinate
Chapter 403 I am indeed the captain's most valued subordinate
"Click".
The isolation door slid open slowly.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Yashiro followed Sasori into the laboratory.
However, the scene that came into view made Yashiro question his life once again.
In the center of the laboratory, there is a huge wooden table.
Orochimaru, dressed in a casual kimono, was sitting at the table.
On the other side of the wooden table, a little girl with braids was lying on the table, holding a pen in her hand, staring at a piece of paper in front of her with a bitter expression.
"Teacher, how do you pronounce this character? It's so hard to draw!" Hongdou bit her pen and pointed to a complicated character on the paper.
Orochimaru leaned forward slightly, his golden vertical pupils showing no sign of impatience.
"This character is pronounced 'huan' and means illusion. You need to pay attention to how you write it; it shouldn't be written too loosely."
"Oh...it's so difficult. I still want to eat the three-color dumplings."
"Finish writing these two pages of calligraphy, and I'll have someone buy them for you."
"Yay! The teacher is the best!"
"..."
Yashiro stood at the door, his jaw practically dropping to the ground.
This...this is Orochimaru, one of the legendary, cold-blooded, and ruthless Sannin?!
"Dean, the police department's volunteers have arrived." Scorpion coldly interrupted this heartwarming scene.
Orochimaru raised his head, his gaze falling on Yatsushiro. His expression instantly vanished, returning to its usual cold and deep demeanor.
"Oh? Fugaku is pretty quick, sending people here so soon."
Orochimaru stood up, walked to the precision instrument next to him, and skillfully turned on the power.
Seeing that Sasori was also standing to the side watching with great interest, Orochimaru didn't chase him away, since only he knew the formula for the eye drops anyway.
"However, before we administer the medication, we need to collect some basic data about your eyes to serve as a reference for subsequent experiments."
Orochimaru pointed to a strangely shaped device that resembled an ophthalmic optometry instrument.
"Uchiha Hachiho, sit down, rest your chin on the chair, press your forehead against the chair, and activate your three-tomoe Sharingan."
Yashiro swallowed nervously, sat down as instructed, and his crimson three-tomoe eyes appeared in their sockets.
The instrument emitted a faint electrical hum, and soft beams of light swept across Yashiro's pupils.
Orochimaru stared intently at the screen connected to the instrument, rapidly recording various values.
"The chakra flow rate is low, and there are slight signs of fatigue atrophy in the optic nerve endings. Although the dynamic capture ability has reached the standard of three tomoe, the reaction threshold is not perfect..."
Orochimaru was muttering technical terms that Yashiro couldn't understand while rapidly writing something on the report.
About ten minutes later, Orochimaru turned off the device and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, the basic data has been recorded. Now, lie down in the medical chair."
Yashiro's legs went weak as he looked at the dropper that Orochimaru had just picked up from the side, which was glowing with an eerie green light.
"Lord Orochimaru, this potion... it really has no side effects, right? I want to increase my strength, but I don't want to be blind."
"Don't worry, this is just a reagent diluted tens of thousands of times to an extremely low concentration. I have already conducted clinical tests on non-Uchiha volunteers, and so far, apart from some slight stinging sensation, no signs of tissue necrosis have been found."
Orochimaru walked up to Yasuo and gestured for him to lie down on the medical chair next to him.
"Lie down and open your eyes wide."
Yashiro swallowed hard, then reluctantly lay down, staring intently at the dropper, silently praying: Captain Fugaku, please don't let me down!
Just as Orochimaru was about to administer the medicine, Anko suddenly came over.
"Teacher, teacher! Can I help him? It looks like so much fun!"
Orochimaru looked into Anko's expectant eyes, hesitated for a moment (which was unusual for him), and then actually handed her the dropper.
"Be careful not to touch his eyeballs, just one drop in each eye."
"Okay!"
Red Bean excitedly took the dropper, leaned over the medical chair, and stared intently at Yashiro's Sharingan, which had unconsciously activated its three-tomoe Sharingan due to nervousness.
"Uncle, your eyes are so beautiful, but why are there three black commas spinning inside them?"
Red Bean's innocent words instantly dispelled most of the fear in Yatsushiro's heart.
Looking at the adorable little girl, his tense nerves relaxed considerably, and he even managed a smile.
"This is called the Sharingan, the bloodline limit of the Uchiha clan. Little girl, you'd better hold on tight, these eyes of your uncle are very precious."
"Don't worry! I'm perfectly fine!"
Red Bean carefully pinched the rubber tip of the dropper and put a drop of pale green medicine into each of Eighth Generation's eyes.
"Tick-tock".
The moment the medicine comes into contact with the eyeball.
Yashiro felt an extremely cool sensation, even with a slight tingling, that quickly spread along his optic nerve.
There was no excruciating pain as I had imagined, nor any discomfort whatsoever.
On the contrary, his eyes, which had been dry and sore from long hours of intense work and the use of illusion magic, now felt relaxed and bright.
"How are you feeling?" Orochimaru stood to the side, holding a notebook in his hand, his eyes sharply watching Yashiro's reaction.
Yashiro blinked and sat up from the medical chair.
He looked around and found that his vision had become unusually clear, and he could even see the scribbles that Hongdou had drawn in the distance.
"No... I don't feel any discomfort at all. On the contrary, my eyes feel very refreshed."
Yashiro touched his eyes in surprise, overjoyed.
The captain wasn't lying to me after all. This medicine really works, and it doesn't hurt at all. I really am the captain's most valued subordinate!
"Don't be so happy yet, sit back down in front of that machine."
Orochimaru interrupted Yasuo's joy and pointed to the testing equipment from before.
"I need to see how the data changes."
Yashiro obediently sat back down in front of the instrument and activated his three-tomoe Sharingan once again.
As the light swept across the screen, the data on it began to jump rapidly.
Orochimaru's gaze swept quickly across the screen, then he scribbled down a few lines of data in his notebook and nodded in satisfaction.
"It seems that the initial dilution concentration is safe and has not triggered a rejection reaction in the Sharingan."
He turned to Yashiro: "That's all for today. This is just a basic concentration test. In the next few tests, I will gradually increase the concentration to observe the limits of the eye drops' repair effect on the optic nerve. If you experience any discomfort, even just a little blurred vision or stinging, you must report it to me immediately, understand?"
"Understood! Thank you, Lord Orochimaru!"
Yashiro nodded repeatedly. At this moment, his fear of this cold-hearted man had dissipated by most, replaced by a desire to improve his strength.
"Alright, you can go back now." Orochimaru waved his hand, his attention returning to Anko.
"Red Bean, have you finished your calligraphy practice?"
"Oh no! Teacher, I'm almost there!" Hongdou stuck out her tongue and quickly ran back to the table to continue her struggle with the words.
Seeing this heartwarming scene, Yashiro turned around and walked out of the laboratory with Sasori.
"Scorpion, thanks." Yashiro patted Sasori on the shoulder, in a great mood.
Scorpion slapped his hand away in disgust and said coldly, "Don't be too happy yet. You're just a test subject. Before the final conclusion is reached, no one knows whether that thing will ruin your eyes."
Yashiro's smile froze for a moment, but he then waved his hand dismissively.
"What are you afraid of! The captain vouched for it, there's definitely no problem! I, Uchiha Hachiho, am going to become a master who awakens his Sharingan without taking any damage!"
Humming a little tune, Yashiro strode into the elevator, already planning how to use his Sharingan to intimidate the out-of-village ninjas who came to Konoha after his vacation.