Chapter 7: Let’s See What I Got
It had been a month since my memories returned, and I hadn't been in a rush to spend my points. No need to sprint when the finish line wasn't moving.
Working with Danzo had been helpful, just as I expected.
Secret information? Check.
Spy locations? Double check.
Political insight from a man who thought subtlety meant kidnapping children for Root?
Eh, a mixed bag. But still, useful.
Hashirama cells hadn't been mentioned yet. I figured Danzo was still sizing me up, waiting to see if I was worth the investment. Typical.
As for Yamato… I'd considered trying to create him, but really, what was the point? Growing a Wood Release user from scratch sounded like more effort than it was worth.
Why waste time making a bootleg Hashirama when I could be doing literally anything else?
I had bigger projects in mind.
For now, it was time to roll the dice.
My points hit zero, and ten cards appeared in front of me:
Pokéball (Pokémon)
Dr. Genus (One Punch Man)
Travel Card (Highschool of the Dead)
Batarangs x3 (DC)
Chocolate Frogs x12 (Harry Potter)
Nichirin Sword (Demon Slayer)
Kagerō (Ninja Scroll)
Daredevil Suit (Marvel)
Space Ring (Swallowed Star)
Harem Protagonist
I stared at the last card for a moment.
...Really?
If this was the gacha's way of making a joke, I wasn't laughing.
Moving on.
The first real highlight was Dr. Genus.
Mad scientist? Check.
Unethical experiments? Check.
Interest in biological modifications? Super check.
Basically, I'd be making mutant ninja monsters in no time, which was already an improvement over what I could've done before.
I had plenty of material. Chakra-enhanced animals, mutated bloodlines… It wouldn't take much effort to create something interesting.
Honestly? I could probably make something like Mosquito Girl if I wanted.
And Genus' medical knowledge was no joke age reversal, cloning, modifications. Plenty of ways to put that to use.
I placed the card into the Assimilation Slot immediately. No reason to wait.
Next up: Poison Girl.
This one was interesting. Apparently, her body was naturally resistant to poisons and toxins.
She had been exposed to so many deadly poisons that they had saturated her entire body, meaning she couldn't get close to anyone.
I could work with that. I'd just have to figure out how to fix her condition. Worst case? I could ask Tsunade. She loved a challenge.
Then there was the Travel Card.
This one? Very useful. It gave me a two-week vacation in Highschool of the Dead.
Access to modern equipment alone made it worth it. Bringing back lab gear, medicine, and maybe a few people with potential wasn't a bad idea. Someone like Saeko could probably reach Jōnin level with the right training.
The Nichirin Sword was decent. Might come in handy later if I ever dealt with anything weak to sunlight.
Then there was the Space Ring. Classic donghua loot. It only stored non-living things, but that was fine. It was essentially an Ender Chest, and I wasn't about to complain about that.
The Pokéball? Fun, but I wasn't expecting it to work on a Tailed Beast.
...Maybe a Master Ball would've.
The Batarangs and Daredevil Suit? Pass.
With my haul assessed, I leaned back and exhaled.
All in all? Not a bad pull.
I took out a Chocolate Frog. The thing actually wriggled in my hand, like it was trying to make a break for it.
"Nice try, buddy," I muttered before tossing it into my mouth.
Huh. Tasted just like regular chocolate.
Kinda expected a side effect. Maybe a chakra boost? Disappointing.
As I chewed, I mulled over my next move.
If I wanted to compete with groups like Akatsuki and Kara, I needed two things, subordinates and a place to keep them.
Because, yeah, I couldn't exactly start stockpiling mutant ninja soldiers in Konoha. That was a one-way ticket to an ANBU raid.
But starting a village? Ugh. Too much work
Still, I needed land somewhere big enough to operate freely. A secret base, maybe even a proper territory for future expansion.
And I had a few ideas on where to find one.
Getting up, I moved to the door and pulled it open just as a Root member dropped in front of me .
"Danzo-sama has called."
No greeting, no context, just straight to business. Classic Root.
I gave him a nod, and he vanished into the shadows like a particularly obedient ghost.
Looked like another mission.
Great. Hopefully, this one wouldn't involve cleaning up one of Danzo's messes.