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Under the rare warm sunshine piercing through the clouds over the Land of Rain, a colossal palace stood within the deep gorges of a giant cliff. This enormous structure, with its pale, mottled walls, clung closely to the knife-edge cliff, looking like a giant squatting in the vast, empty plains.
Anyone who saw this magnificent building would be struck with awe.
At that moment, a figure, exhausted, approached the entrance of the palace. Compared to the massive structure, the figure seemed as small as an ant at a giant's feet. The orange-haired boy's hair glimmered faintly under the brilliant sunlight, but his head drooped, and he appeared lifeless.
With a heavy breath, he lifted his head slightly, murmuring as he panted, "Finally... made it back..."
Licking his parched lips, he squinted in the sunlight, looking at the grand palace. He saw nothing for a moment and shook his head forcefully, then widened his eyes again, looking towards the palace. Still, he saw nothing.
His face turned blank as he muttered to himself, "Did I not pay enough attention on the way? Why can't I see anything?"
"Lord Aizen mentioned a special phenomenon... Could he have been lying?"
Saying this, he slapped himself and exclaimed, "No, no, Lord Aizen wouldn't lie to me. It must be something wrong on my end. Otherwise..."
At that moment, a growling sound came from his stomach. His face turned embarrassed, and he suddenly became weak and mumbled, "Forget it, I'm so tired. I'll ask Nagato and Konan what they saw when I get back. No, I must not show weakness in front of Konan, no matter what."
His face turned excited as he said this, but then his stomach growled even louder. His face darkened, and he hung his head weakly, "Forget it, I'm starving. I'll fill my stomach first."
With that, the orange-haired boy weakly walked into the enormous palace. The wind blew gently behind him, giving his silhouette a touch of autumn desolation.
Meanwhile, in a vast underground space within the Land of Rain, an area as large as several football fields was filled with light and had ample water sources. Many children lived here, ranging from five to eleven or twelve years old. Despite their age, they had a maturity that was not typical for children.
Numerous wooden stakes and straw figures with dents and cracks showed frequent recent use. The children, who had been training in combat techniques, stopped their practice and watched with admiration as a figure walked through the field.
Aizen, with a calm smile, and White Zetsu, wrapped in his Venus flytrap-like covering, walked straight ahead. White Zetsu's strange yellow eyes flashed with curiosity as he softly asked, "Lord Aizen, are you planning to have these children accept the cells cultivated using me as a specimen?"
Aizen nodded lightly, a faint smile on his lips. White Zetsu looked at him and continued softly, "Will this really work? Even if it does, what difference will it make to create children with such cells?"
"In Madara's plan, I was to be used along with Hashirama's cells to cultivate a ninja army strong enough to defeat the major ninja villages."
Hearing this, Aizen's smile widened slightly as he replied softly, "What I value in you is not the terrifying vitality of the Senju clan."
"It's another power hidden within you, one that even you haven't noticed."
He glanced at the children looking at him with reverence and smiled, "Finding these children is just to select suitable summoners, not to create a large ninja army."
He glanced at White Zetsu, chuckling, "What meaning does an army of ants have, no matter how numerous?"
White Zetsu, confused, asked, "Summoners?"
"Lord Aizen, your words are always so cryptic. Perhaps that's why I chose to follow you."
Aizen shook his head lightly and continued towards a room ahead, saying softly, "Follow me."
White Zetsu, startled, quickly followed Aizen's steps. When they entered the room, White Zetsu was surprised to see various experimental instruments. Several beds lay within, each occupied by a child quietly sleeping, with breathing masks on their faces and various tubes injecting strange fluids into their bodies.
Beside each bed was a monitor displaying their bodily indicators, with data constantly changing. Their entry caught the attention of a slender figure with long purple hair that gently swayed as she walked towards them.
Her beautiful black eyes fixed on Aizen, her gaze flashing with light as she spoke in a cool voice, "You have arrived, Lord Aizen."
Seeing her, Aizen's eyes held a hint of a smile as he softly replied, "Thank you for your hard work, Himiko."
Shimura Himiko shook her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Aizen's face, and replied softly, "This was my own choice. Since you found me, I naturally wouldn't refuse this request."
"Besides, I also want to see what kind of spectacle made you willing to give up the position of the Fourth Hokage."
Aizen smiled slightly, glancing at the children on the beds, and asked softly, "Have any of these children perfectly fused with Zetsu's cells?"
Himiko shook her head gently and replied softly, "Apart from that one child from before, none of the other children have shown such significant results yet."
"This batch of children can only exhibit abilities slightly beyond the previous ones."
Aizen was not impatient, smiling softly, "Oh, then let's take it slow. Ultimately, we only need to gather ten people. This goal shouldn't be too difficult."
Himiko nodded lightly at his words. Meanwhile, White Zetsu's attention was entirely on the children lying nearby, his eyes dazed.
They are not like the mindless creatures bred before. They have my presence within them, establishing a connection with me, a creature without even memories.