Inside the Senju clan residence, Hashirama, Mito, and Takayuki sat around the dining table.
Like a normal father, Hashirama asked with concern, “Takayuki, what did Toji teach in class today?” Takayuki looked a little annoyed.
“Sensei made a civilian girl named Wakako Matsumoto the class leader, and he also taught us the Three Rules of Medical Ninja…
but he didn’t teach any medical ninjutsu.
He just made us copy the rules.” Hashirama and Mito listened with interest.
Hashirama nodded and commented, “In Konoha, no one understands medical ninja better than Toji.
Just listen to him.” “That’s right,” Mito added from the side.
“There’s a reason behind his arrangement.
He wants you to remember the role of a medical ninja.
Medical ninjutsu is extremely hard to master, and once you choose this path, you give up the usual combat direction.
Staying alive is the most important thing.” “I understand, Father.
Mother.” Hashirama then asked, “That girl, Wakako.
Is there anything special about her?” Takayuki thought for a moment.
“She’s an orphan.
There’s a snake wrapped around her shoulder.
Other than that, nothing really special.” The couple exchanged a glance and both showed a look of understanding.
“Toji probably felt sorry for her, so he made her class leader to take better care of her.” “He truly has great compassion.” * * * A week passed in the blink of an eye.
When Toji returned to his laboratory, the lights inside were still on.
While he was away, everything had been handled by the Earth Grudge Fear, following his instructions to watch over Yanagi and take care of her daily needs, though anything more complicated was beyond it.
At its core, the Earth Grudge Fear, created through Yang Release, only had the intelligence of a three-year-old.
To ensure Yanagi could cooperate with the experiments in good condition, Toji loosened some restrictions.
She was no longer confined to the operating table.
Instead, she could move within a small six-square-meter room, wearing shackles.
Of course, the condition remained the same.
The shackles stayed on, and her chakra was still sealed.
When she saw him again, still wearing the plague mask, she walked over on her own.
During this time, Yanagi’s behavior had been relatively calm.
Especially after gaining some freedom, she had cooperated more with the experiments.
The problem was that once she cooperated, it became difficult for her to maintain the anger needed to stimulate her eyes.
At times like this, she would even ask him to slap her or choke her, using rough physical pain to forcefully trigger her ocular power.
Toji found this method too crude and unreliable.
So instead, he removed fish, eggs, milk, and beans from her diet, keeping her in a long-term state of nutritional imbalance.
At the same time, he injected controlled doses of adrenaline to stimulate her brain and suppress rational thought.
Using the most scientific methods to enhance the most unscientific Uchiha.
Yanagi frowned and asked impatiently, “So how long are you planning to keep me here?
When will you remove these shackles?
When will my chakra be restored?” “Chakra, not yet.
But the shackles can be removed today,” Toji replied.
Earlier that day, he had already submitted a request to Hashirama to learn fūinjutsu.
His reason was simple.
Before treating patients, sealing their chakra would prevent interference with medical chakra and improve results.
Hashirama agreed readily and said he would give an answer tomorrow.
The reason he didn’t agree immediately was simple.
Even the God of Shinobi was not all-powerful.
He didn’t know fūinjutsu.
In all of Konoha, only Mito was proficient in them.
The method Toji currently used to seal chakra was similar to the Hyuga’s Gentle Fist.
By striking the 361 chakra points, he could temporarily block chakra flow.
The flaw was obvious.
If the opponent was strong enough, or if the restraints loosened even slightly, Yanagi could break free instantly.
And once she regained her chakra, whether she would immediately use Izanagi was not something he could gamble on.
Only a true fūinjutsu would be reliable.
So why was he giving her freedom today?
Even Yanagi was stunned.
“Are you serious?” Toji answered with action.
“Hidden Jutsu: Earth Grudge Cursed Seal.” A thin tendril shot out from his palm and pierced into her mouth.
Under his precise control, it went straight to her still-beating heart and latched onto it.
“Ghk!
What is this thing?!” For the first time, fear appeared on Yanagi’s face.
No matter how unstable her mind was, she was still human.
The moment that black tendril entered her body, instinctive nausea and fear surged up.
“You can think of it as a curse mark carved onto your heart, similar to the Hyuga caged bird,” Toji explained calmly.
“If you lose control, it activates…
and you die.
Now, you’re free.” Swish!
With a sharp motion, tendrils shot out from his back and cut through her shackles.
“I know your clan has a jutsu called Izanagi that can rewrite reality, so your chakra will remain sealed for now.
That’s the foundation of trust between us.” Yanagi rubbed her sore wrists and let out a cold snort.
“You call this freedom?
Don’t worry.
When I take off your mask, it’ll be after I gain enough power.” The Earth Grudge Cursed Seal was a jutsu Toji developed based on previous animal experiments.
He hadn’t lied about its effect.
It was indeed a curse mark.
The only flaw was that the tendril attached to the heart could potentially be removed by force.
Not perfect, but good enough for now.
But there was one thing he didn’t tell her.
With further research, this jutsu would one day evolve into: Hidden Jutsu: Earth Grudge Parasitism.
At that point, it wouldn’t just destroy the heart.
It would allow Toji to control a living ninja, just like he controlled the lab mice.
However, based on previous experiments, controlling the body could easily kill the host, and Yanagi was far too valuable.
He wasn’t going to treat her as disposable material.
She was a specialized subject for studying the Sharingan.
Toji pushed those thoughts aside.
“Move your body a bit.
Then it’s time for your adrenaline injection.” Yanagi furrowed her brows.
“You talk too much.
Use a smaller needle.” * * * The next day.
At the hospital, inside the director’s office, Wakako stood at the door with a white snake wrapped around her arm and knocked.
“Toji-sensei, I’ve brought the medical class homework.” “Come in.” Toji was still wearing his white haori, working at his desk.
When she entered, he paused and pointed to the table.
“Leave it there.” “Yes.” She placed the homework down.
Then suddenly, the white snake reacted.
As if drawn by something, it lunged toward Toji.
“Shiro!” Wakako’s heart skipped as she instinctively tried to stop it, but she was too late.
Because of Shiro, she had been bullied since she was young.
Whenever she went out with it, people mocked and scolded her, calling her a freak.
Sometimes she was even beaten because of it.
But Shiro was the only family she had left after her parents died.
No matter how much she was judged or hurt, she never once thought of abandoning it.
Wakako braced herself.
‘He’s definitely going to hate me…’ But what she expected never happened.
Toji looked at the white snake coiling around his arm.
There was no disgust at all.
Instead, he supported his arm gently and stroked the snake’s head.
“What a lovely creature.
It’s called Shiro, right?” ** ** ** Thank you for reading!
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