Thinking of this, Yuma's thoughts turned to the upgraded entry information in the panel.
[Flying Thunder God Technique (Purple)]: An unusual time and space technique that will make you invincible!
Effect:
Coordinate Movement Space Barriers
The purple-level Flying Thunder God entry was just as he expected.
It had reached the same state as Namikaze Minato's technique.
In terms of spatial movement, nothing had changed!
The main addition was a new feature: space barriers.
These barriers, he immediately understood upon activating the entry, were capable of moving various attacks elsewhere, as seen in the original work.
Even the Ten Tails' tailed beast bomb could be diverted if one had sufficient chakra!
The Uchiha-style upgrade to purple entries strengthened his battle rhythm even further.
After all, this entry included ninjutsu, genjutsu, escape techniques, throwing, and other intricate combat skills!
Upgrading his abilities would only sharpen him for future battles.
He thought about how the improved entries would enhance his combat rhythm and efficiency.
Suddenly, the loss of two thousand combat points didn't seem to sting so much anymore.
His steps toward Konoha Hospital grew lighter and more brisk.
As for why he was heading to Konoha Hospital, the reason was simple.
He wanted to collaborate with Tsunade to develop a special White Zetsu body.
His plan in this regard was very clear.
As someone with an entry system, he didn't have a strong personal need for White Zetsu cells.
However, now that he was no longer alone, he had to think about his Uchiha subordinates.
In his previous life, he had only been an ordinary worker and lacked knowledge of management.
But…
He still understood the basics: a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.
The "stick" was his plan for strict management in the future.
He had to assert authority.
And to counterbalance potential dissatisfaction from his subordinates, the "carrot" would be the White Zetsu cells.
For the Uchiha, White Zetsu cells were undeniably valuable.
Tsunade was the best partner for this venture!
As a medical expert, she undoubtedly had knowledge of human research.
Moreover, Tsunade's ethical standards were far higher than those of Orochimaru, the other potential candidate.
Cooperating with someone who had a strong moral compass was the only way he could feel at ease.
Besides, Tsunade's hemophobia meant she was unlikely to conduct dissection experiments on human corpses.
He chuckled inwardly.
The White Zetsu body was composed of white tissue fluid—there was no red blood involved!
With these thoughts, Yuma reached the gates of Konoha before long.
After stepping into the hospital, he quickly made his way to Tsunade's office.
Arriving at the familiar door, Yuma knocked politely.
After a moment, a pleasant female voice came from within:
"Please come in."
—Squeak.
Yuma pushed the door open and bowed slightly to the striking figure buried in paperwork.
"Tsunade-sensei, long time no see."
"Huh? Yuma, why do you have time to come to me?" Tsunade raised her head from the papers, her interest piqued.
"Logically, you should be very busy after everything you've accomplished."
She knew of his recent feats—he had taken out the troublesome Uchiha Setsuna and consolidated power within his clan.
Though she admired his success, Tsunade, weighed down by the loss of her brother and lover, found it hard to care much about these matters anymore.
Still, the fact that Yuma had made time to visit her intrigued her.
Yuma wasted no time.
Straightening up, he met Tsunade's gaze and said solemnly:
"Tsunade-sensei, I obtained a very interesting 'thing' on the battlefield."
As he spoke, he pulled a scroll from his ninja pouch.
Holding it carefully, he crouched and placed it on the floor.
—Bang!
As smoke dissipated, two special White Zetsu bodies were revealed.
"Huh? Is that… a corpse? Interesting…"
Initially, Tsunade prepared to scold Yuma for bringing a corpse, assuming her hemophobia would flare up.
However, upon closer inspection, she noticed there was no blood.
The bodies had no internal organs—just a strange white tissue.
Her curiosity was piqued.
Tsunade stood up and approached the grotesque bodies.
Reaching out, she touched one of them.
"Huh? This texture…"
Frowning, she wasn't sure what to make of it.
After a moment of hesitation, she directed her chakra into the corpse.
—Crash!
The moment Tsunade's pure Senju chakra touched the body, a green branch sprouted from the point of contact.
Whoosh!
Tsunade stood abruptly and turned to Yuma with a serious expression.
"Yuma… where did this body come from? Explain it to me, clearly!"
She couldn't help but take this seriously.
The corpse had reacted to her chakra, sprouting a branch unmistakably imbued with the properties of Wood Style.
As the granddaughter of Senju Hashirama, she recognized it instantly.
It was authentic Wood Style—there was no doubt about it.
Prepared for her reaction, Yuma explained calmly.
He revealed that he had obtained the body during a deadly ambush.
"These creatures are like biological weapons," he added. "They can attach themselves to ninjas' bodies. I was hoping Tsunade-sensei could study them."
Yuma framed the White Zetsu cells as a dangerous weapon rather than a tool to covet power.
He knew that Tsunade's moral compass would otherwise prevent her from engaging in such research.
After a moment of consideration, Tsunade nodded.
"I see… so it's a mature biological weapon…"
She paused, then added:
"I'm interested in this, and I will research it. However, I must say…"
Tsunade's voice grew sharper.
"If this were merely an attempt to gain the power of Wood Style, I would have scolded you for your greed. But since this is your trophy, I won't object. I'll let you know if I find anything useful."
With that, she pointed to the door.
"Now, you can leave."
Yuma, sensing her irritation, softened his demeanor.
He understood her mood—no one would be pleased to see others peeking into the secrets of their clan's bloodline.
A month passed quickly.
During this time, Yuma was busy integrating his clan's forces and solidifying his leadership.
Now, in a quiet training ground filled with trees, Yuma sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree.
Eyes closed, his presence seemed to blend with nature itself.
Birds circled him freely, treating him as if he were part of the natural scenery.
Leisure and calm enveloped the air as he continued his silent meditation.