Start From Parsing Wood Style

Orochimaru laboratory.

Ise looked around. In this confined space, various pipes and equipment were filled very slowly, and there was a hospital bed in the middle.

"It's all disinfected, Ise-kun."

Orochimaru smiled lightly, with some expectation in his eyes.

The Wood Style project, apart from him, has never fully conducted experiments on any human body. Even for him, it is done step by step, and it is not a perfect fusion in the true sense.

And what will be done next is the real experiment.

"Are you ready? Nawaki?"

Ise nodded and turned his gaze to Nawaki on one side.

Nawaki, who has grown up, has lost a little bit of naughty and is more stable. Hearing the teacher's words, he smiled and nodded: "I'm always preparing, teacher!"

"This day, I have been waiting for a long time!"

Wood Style, the blood inheritance that every Senju people dream of, how can you not look forward to it?

He is very courageous and honored to be the first person to undergo the experiment.

"Well, if you have any discomfort during the experiment, you must tell us in time."

"Remember, Nawaki, this is about your life, don't force it!"

Ise solemnly said in Ise's ear.

"is teacher!"

Nawaki nodded heavily.

Then, under the gaze of Orochimaru and Ise, he took off his shirt and lay down quietly.

"I will give you a calming and tranquilizing medicine first."

"When your emotional state tends to a stable state, Ise cells will be injected into your body."

"This process may be a bit painful, you need to endure, of course."

Orochimaru said, paused, and smiled.

"The pain during the experiment has been weakened many times because of the analgesic effect of tranquilizers."

Ise listened quietly, standing aside, he watched Orochimaru pick up the syringe, mix the bottles of medicine together, and then push out the air in the syringe.

"Then, we are going to start, Nawaki!"

Nawaki nodded, took a deep breath, and lay on the hospital bed waiting.

He was obviously a little nervous, and the fear and worry about the next unknown made him illusory.

But soon, Orochimaru injected a tranquilizer into his body.

Nawaki's mood calmed down inexplicably, his perception of the body seemed to be countless times weaker at this moment, but his thinking and brain were still sober.

"These bottles of potion are used to supplement the energy consumed by your body during the process of fusion."

Orochimaru said, inserting the needle into the blood vessel on the back of Nawaki's hand again.

On the whole, it looks like it is quietly hitting a bottle.

Then, under Ise's gaze, Orochimaru carefully picked up a bottle of green potion from a small box.

"Ise-kun, this is the mature Ise cell that I spent several years studying."

"As long as he is injected into the human body and the fusion process goes smoothly, you can have the terrible blood heir of Wood Style."

With that, Orochimaru's hand was steady and he carefully sucked the Ise cells into another needle tube and walked towards Nawaki.

"Next, you will be a little bit painful, and your body will change quickly!"

The soft voice resounded in Nawaki's ears and made him concentrate.

Soon, he felt a pain in his arm, and then, the cold thing rushed into his body.

Then, this cold thing, as if it were alive, began to frantically rush around the body, blood vessels, meridians, muscles, and cells.

"Uh!"

The pain flooded with his perception, and he couldn't help but hum.

"Ise cells are fusing with your own cells. Of course, this is a process of smashing, making up, and mixing together. Pain is inevitable."

"Whether you can get Wood Style and how powerful you can have depends on this process and how well the Ise cells are integrated with your body."

Orochimaru said softly.

While turning his head to look at the machine behind, various numbers were jumping fast, and then a series of data messages were printed out.

"what!"

Nawaki cried out in pain, and suddenly he felt that fire was burning inside his body, and it was boiling hot, as if it was about to be burned.

The numbers on the machine's screen are beating more frequently.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, walked over to pick up the data on the paper, and scanned it carefully.

"What's wrong?"

Ise asked in a deep voice.

"Ise cells are fusing with him, and the energy in his cells is surging outwards, supplementing this body's metamorphosis."

"During this process, even the chromosomes in genes will be changed."

Orochimaru said softly.

Suddenly, he smiled again.

"Able to merge, Ise-kun, this shows that our experiment is moving towards success."

Ise listened, turned his head to look at Nawaki on the ice bed, his face solemn.

"He looks painful!"

"Of course, the process of cell fragmentation and recombination is much stronger than the pain caused by the healing of a wound on the body."

"Pain, numbness and itching, accompanied by the rapid secretion of physiological hormones, can even affect the brain and produce various hallucinations."

After a pause, Orochimaru licked his lips, his eyes sharpened.

"If the will is not enough, in this process, the possibility of brain death is very high!"

"So, in the process of integration, are the requirements for will very strict?"

Ise asked.

"This is natural!"

"Whether Nawaki can stick to the past depends on his will, how strong his hope for the future is!"

Orochimaru said softly.

On the other hand, Nawaki, who was lying on the hospital bed, had already secreted a lot of sweat from his forehead, and the skin on his body was festering. A large amount of mysterious green mucus rushed out at the same time, quickly repairing his broken cells.

The whole body, all the cells, are undergoing a kind of transformation at this moment.

Pain, itching, scorching, and cold feelings rushed into Nawaki's brain, making his vision change drastically.

All the scenes were distorted and turned into colorful rays of light. He cried out in pain, his will seemed about to be destroyed.

"Hold on, Nawaki, Ise cells will not destroy you, as long as your will is stronger, you will be successful after this period of time!"

The misty voice, distorted and altered, entered his ears.

Nawaki yelled, it was too painful, this pain even made him want to end his life and get rid of it.

"Hold on, you will be the strongest person in the Senju clan!"

Another word rushed into his mind, and Nawaki roared.

The strongest person in the Senju clan!

This sentence aroused his desire to survive!

"You will surpass your teacher, as long as you persevere!"

"Your juniors will no longer be your opponents!"

After two more words, light appeared in front of Nawaki's eyes.

As a big brother, you can never be so embarrassed!

"I must succeed!!!"

Roaring in his heart, Nawaki's expression was terrifying at this moment.

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