Chapter 67: Orochimaru, Deeply Shocked
"This is absolutely incredible!"
Inside the massive nutrient tank, Nawaki lay quietly in a deep slumber. His arms and chest were attached to various monitoring devices, and a respirator covered his mouth, rhythmically releasing streams of bubbles.
The wound on his abdomen had already healed, though the skin remained a ghastly pale, devoid of blood. On the left side of his chest, an open wound was still partially exposed. Transparent substitute materials supported his ribcage, while a white heart, clearly disproportionate to Nawaki's frame, beat powerfully within.
Orochimaru stood before the nutrient tank, gazing at the sleeping Nawaki. His voice trembled with awe, and his eyes glimmered with fascination, as if admiring a masterpiece of art.
Standing to the side, Jinghang remained silent, his expression calm but his heart secretly elated. Gotcha, you've taken the bait.
"These organs... they're all from this so-called spore organism you mentioned?"
Finally pulling his gaze away from Nawaki, Orochimaru turned to look at a glass jar containing a preserved White Zetsu head specimen. His eyes still burned with obsession.
"That's correct," Jinghang replied.
"Incredible..."
Orochimaru's gaze followed the trail of Tsunade's "collection."
Kidneys, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach, intestines...