Senju Tobirama's laboratory.
Renya followed behind the two of them like a well-behaved elementary school student, curiously sizing up the various advanced pieces of equipment in the laboratory.
With his unlimited financial support, the experimental equipment had long since been completely renewed.
There was vaguely a hint of future technology about it.
Senju Tobirama put the notebook on the table, and Orochimaru immediately leaned forward, the golden snake-like pupils in his eyes flashing with obsessive light.
The experimental steps of Lord Tobirama must be carefully observed.
If a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan could truly be cultivated, it would absolutely be a qualitative leap for Konoha Village!
This would mean the beginning of mass-producing Mangekyō Sharingan.
"The Mangekyō Sharingan lies in the efficiency of emotional energy conversion." Senju Tobirama pointed at the chakra meridian chart hanging on the wall.
"We must simulate the effect of extreme emotional stimulation on the Sharingan."
"Hehehe… Lord Tobirama is absolutely right." Orochimaru rasped with a laugh.
"We need to simulate the kind of pain that truly tears the soul apart."
The two of them discussed back and forth, beginning to talk over the concrete plan.
Renya stood beside them, his face full of confusion.
What on earth were they jabbering about?
Could they or could they not clone a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan for him?!
He was still counting on awakening the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and then using his iron fists to make Lord Madara recognize reality.
But seeing how professional the two of them sounded, he didn't dare speak up and interrupt their train of thought.
So, with nothing else to do, he just lay down on the experimental table.
"A familiar feeling…"
The instant Renya lay down, some not-so-pleasant memories surfaced in his mind.
Those memories were all his lost youth!
It was as if he had returned to the days of drinking milk and then sleeping soundly until dawn.
It turned out that this very experimental table was the one he had lain on after being drugged.
He hadn't expected that even after so many renovations of the laboratory, that old guy Senju Tobirama still hadn't replaced it.
Looked like he was a sentimental person.
"Renya-sensei… Renya-sensei…"
In a daze, Renya seemed to hear Orochimaru calling him.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Orochimaru looking at him speechlessly.
"Did I just fall asleep?"
Renya yawned. Having gotten used to sleeping on it before, as soon as he lay down again, the drowsiness surged over him.
He couldn't hold it in for a moment and accidentally fell asleep.
Orochimaru: "…"
At a time like this, Renya-sensei could still sleep.
You could only say his nerves were incredibly thick.
Renya had just wanted to sit up from the experimental table when Senju Tobirama pressed him back down.
"No need to get up, just lie there."
As he spoke, he took a helmet connected to countless thin wires and unceremoniously placed it over Renya's head.
"Old man, what is this thing?"
Had ninja world technology already gotten this awesome?
"Relax, don't resist the chakra probing." Senju Tobirama didn't explain, only reminded him softly.
"It won't be dangerous, right? If the helmet malfunctions, will I become an idiot?!"
"Renya-sensei, believe us, we won't let anything happen to you," Orochimaru said.
To be honest, Renya was quite scared of this kind of experiment.
He really didn't want to be a guinea pig, but for the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, this was the only way.
Renya closed his eyes and felt a faint stream of chakra enter his head, carefully probing into the meridians around the eyes and the related regions of the brain.
A subtle sore, swollen sensation came over him.
He heard the ticking of the instruments and the two of them conversing in low voices.
"Look here, the neurons are unusually active at a specific frequency…"
"The chakra circuits are even more complex than we expected…"
After a while, the probing stopped, and Senju Tobirama removed the helmet from Renya's head.
Before he had time to ask, he saw Orochimaru walking over with a large syringe.
"Orochimaru, what do you want to do?!"
He wasn't overreacting—the syringe was way too thick!
It was completely the kind used on pigs.
"Renya-sensei, I need to collect your blood samples. Please cooperate and do not resist."
"What normal person draws that much blood?!"
With that syringe, wouldn't he lose at least several hundred milliliters?!
"Store more as backup. With your physical condition, I believe you'll recover very quickly."
Orochimaru didn't waste words. He directly inserted the syringe into the vein in Renya's arm, fresh blood continuously being drawn into the syringe.
"Enough, that's really enough!"
Watching them draw for so long and seeing the syringe only half full, Renya's legs went weak from fear.
Mad science was terrifying!
It looked like they wished they could drain him dry.
At this moment, he finally understood the feelings of his second personality.
No wonder that guy could awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Orochimaru ignored Renya's pleas for mercy. Only when the entire syringe was completely filled with blood did he reluctantly stop.
He casually pressed a sterilized cotton swab over the puncture, then impatiently waved his hand.
"All right, blood collection complete. Renya-sensei, you may go back now."
He looked just like a heartless scumbag who refused to acknowledge someone after pulling up his pants—use him and toss him aside.
Renya sat up, pressing the cotton swab on his arm, while the two mad scientists had already started studying his blood.
"Old man, when will the experiment succeed?"
"Temporarily unknown. You should go back first. When we succeed, we will naturally inform you."
Facing his question, Senju Tobirama didn't even turn his head. The two of them were completely immersed in the research world.
"You'd better hurry. The time left for us isn't much."
From what Renya knew of Madara, the fact that he hadn't immediately launched an attack meant he was definitely waiting for his body to recover.
Once his condition recovered, he would definitely launch an attack immediately.
Although he didn't know the exact time, it shouldn't exceed a month.
He hoped the two of them could cultivate a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan within a month.
The rich rely on technology; the poor rely on mutation.
Renya truly hoped the two of them would achieve success in their experiment—then he could really change his life through technology.
Without the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, even if they could stop Uchiha Madara's plan, they would definitely pay a tragic price.
As for getting Lord Madara to return to the village to enjoy retirement—he didn't even think about it anymore.
When the truly critical moment came, the only option would be to kill him.
Just like back then when Senju Hashirama, for the sake of the village, chose to kill Uchiha Madara…
"I'll bring you food tonight."
Saying that, Renya left the laboratory. Shimura Danzō had long been waiting at the door.
"Renya, how did things go?"
While talking with him, Danzō ordered the Anbu to guard around the laboratory.
Except for Renya, no one in Konoha Village was allowed to approach!
"For now we don't know the success rate. Prepare for the worst."
Although Senju Tobirama and Orochimaru were both top-tier research talents, to make them cultivate a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan within one month—the difficulty was anything but ordinary.
"I understand." Shimura Danzō nodded.