Orochimaru conceded defeat with utter devotion.
This news, like a gust of wind, quickly spread throughout the entire Ninja Academy.
Everyone was stunned into silence by this result.
That was Orochimaru!
A super genius who hadn’t suffered a single defeat since entering the academy!
He actually lost just like that?
And to a peer?
Moreover, according to eyewitness accounts, Orochimaru lost without a shred of temper, and even bowed respectfully to Senju Naoki after losing, his attitude as deferential as a student’s.
This caused Senju Naoki’s name and reputation in the Ninja Academy to reach an unprecedented peak.
He was no longer just the grandson of the Hokage who could use “Physics-based Fire Style,” but had become a truly unfathomable powerhouse whose Taijutsu and techniques even Orochimaru couldn’t hope to match.
From then on, no one in the school dared to provoke him easily.
Even the most arrogant upperclassmen would subconsciously walk around him when they saw him.
But the culprit behind all this, Naoki himself, felt nothing about it.
He had only one thought now: So tired, I want to sleep.
However, while he wanted peace and quiet, trouble always came uninvited.
“Naoki-kun!
Please wait a moment!”
Just as Naoki walked out of the training ground, a familiar voice sounded behind him.
He didn’t need to look back to know who it was.
He sighed, stopped, turned around, and looked at the quickly approaching Orochimaru with a look of utter despair.
“Is there anything else?”
“Naoki-kun!” Orochimaru ran up to him, his face still filled with that sickly fanaticism.
He respectfully handed over his notebook, which was densely filled with writing.
“These are some preliminary conjectures and research directions I’ve organized based on your teachings just now, regarding the possibilities of ‘Life Information Science’ and ‘Gene Sequence Optimization.’ Please…
please take a look and give me some guidance!”
Naoki took the notebook, flipped through a couple of pages, and his eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.
There, it was filled with various helical structure diagrams and complex chemical formulas that he couldn’t understand at all, with neat handwriting on the side: “Conjecture One: Is the generation of Chakra directly related to the energy conversion efficiency of mitochondria within cells?
If mitochondrial activity can be stimulated through external means, can the total amount of Chakra be significantly increased?”
“Conjecture Two: Is the awakening of the Sharingan the dominant expression of specific gene fragments under intense emotional stimulation?
If so, can this genetic expression be replicated in the bodies of non-Uchiha Clan members through technical means, thereby achieving ‘mass production’ of the Sharingan?”
“Conjecture Three: Regarding ‘Immortality,’ if the human ‘genetic blueprint’ can be deciphered and copied, does it mean we can infinitely replicate young, healthy bodies like copying scrolls, thus achieving immortality at the level of consciousness?”
…
Naoki felt his scalp go numb as he read.
My god!
I just spouted some nonsense, how did you come up with gene editing and cloning technology?
What on earth is your brain made of? You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
You’re the one who’s a transmigrator, right?!
He snapped the notebook shut, feeling like it was a hot potato.
“These…
are just some immature, shallow thoughts,” Naoki feigned composure, speaking in a “you still have a long way to go” tone.
“Yes!
Yes!
I know my ideas are still very naive!” Orochimaru immediately bowed and scraped, his attitude humble to the extreme.
“That’s why I’m imploring you, Naoki-kun, to show me the way forward!”
“The path is something you need to walk yourself,” Naoki began to deflect.
“Truth isn’t something bestowed by others.
All I can tell you are some directions.
As for how far you can go, that depends on your own destiny.”
He didn’t want to be entangled with this scientific madman anymore.
Heaven knows if they kept talking, he might start asking about “Relativity” and “Quantum Mechanics.”
Seeing Orochimaru’s “please teach me” obsessed face, Naoki had an idea and thought of a way to settle this once and for all.
He pulled several sheets of paper from his robe.
They were reward blueprints from the system space that had been there for a long time, and he had almost forgotten about them.
[Miniature Chakra Energy Cannon (Concept Art)]
[Portable Energy Detector (First Generation Design Sketch)]
[Neural Current Stimulation Device (Theoretical Model)]
These were all useless little gadgets the system had randomly rewarded him for completing some “salted fish” tasks.
The blueprints were drawn extremely crudely, with only some basic concepts and principles, lacking even specific materials and parameters.
Naoki shoved these blueprints, which he considered little more than scrap paper, all at once into Orochimaru’s hands.
“These are just some little toys I drew when I was bored before,” he said in a condescending tone.
“Take them and study them.
When you can actually make these ‘little toys,’ come back and talk to me about ‘truth’.”
After saying that, he didn’t care about Orochimaru’s reaction and just turned and left.
Jiraiya and Tsunade hurriedly followed.
“Boss, what did you give him?
It looks really impressive!” Jiraiya asked curiously.
“Just a few scraps of paper,” Naoki replied weakly.
However, the “scrap paper” in his mouth was, in Orochimaru’s eyes, no less than blueprints drawn by the Creator God himself.
Orochimaru’s hands trembled as he held the sheets of paper filled with strange symbols and structures, completely stunned. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Miniature Chakra Energy Cannon?
Converting Chakra into a pure energy beam for firing?
This…
isn’t this the weaponized application of Naoki-kun’s move just now?!
Portable Energy Detector?
Capable of detecting and analyzing the Chakra fluctuations and life information of different individuals?
This…
this is the first step to analyzing the human body!
Neural Current Stimulation Device?
Using electrical current to stimulate nerves, thereby affecting bodily functions and even…
the flow of Chakra?
My god!
Orochimaru felt like his breathing was about to stop.
How could these be “little toys”?
These are clearly three keys leading to the hall of “Scientific Ninjutsu”!
Naoki-kun…
he not only pointed out the theoretical direction for me but even paved the practical path!
He…
he actually regards me so highly!
Such expectations!
Orochimaru’s eyes instantly filled with tears of emotion.
“Naoki-kun!” He bowed deeply once more towards Naoki’s receding back, his voice choking with excitement.
“Rest assured!
I, Orochimaru, will absolutely not fail your expectations!
I will definitely create these ‘toys’ and prove my value to you!”
From then on, the Ninja Academy lost a cold genius and gained a mad scientist who spent all day in abandoned laboratories, tinkering with various jars and strange parts.
Under Naoki’s “careful guidance,” Orochimaru was successfully led astray and stepped onto the point of no return of “Scientific Cultivation.”
He became Naoki’s number one fanboy and his most loyal and capable chief scientist of the future.
Of course, Naoki, who only wanted to be a salted fish, had completely failed to anticipate any of this.
Right now, he only wanted to hurry home, eat, and then have a comfortable sleep.
However, what he didn’t know was that his duel today had attracted the attention of another person besides gaining a scientific madman fanboy.
On a large tree not far from the training ground, a figure had watched the entire duel from beginning to end.
That person was none other than Danzo Shimura.