- Ryo will be lost to society for an unknown amount of time again," Saya sighed, knowing me like the back of her hand.
But she was wrong this time. It was almost physically painful to realize that I couldn't just drop everything and bury myself in the records - I had too much on my plate, and the first clients from other clans had started showing up, wanting to use the services of a first-degree iryonin.
Together with the clarifications on upgrading clan defenses with more modern Fuin and automatic activation, the security of Hatake's clan land was impressive.
One would have to break into ten small Ryo to keep up with everything, and even with the use of shadow clones, the only time one would be able to spare was time to sleep.
After seeing the head of Nara off, I went back to training the little ones, but I couldn't bring myself to give them a hundred percent of my attention, and my thoughts returned to the precious scroll.
Nevertheless, I had enough willpower to stick to the day's agenda. The kids got their hard-earned goodies along with praise, I took a couple of problem patients from the Uchiha, taught a few lessons to the younger iryonin, restocked the shop a bit, as the already finished ones were being snapped up almost the same day, and did a bunch of other little things, freeing myself only at the beginning of the night.
He still had to visit his secret laboratory and check the results of the research of the staff kage bunshins with the new puppet Kaguya, where the first results on Shikotsumyaku (Dead Bone Pulse) were to appear, but that had to be postponed indefinitely into the future.
I went down to my basement and, after some thought, without fully activating my defenses, I took out a scroll and rolled out a two-meter strip of paper and began carefully printing out the contents of each of the Fuin drawn on it, stacking stacks of sheets, scrolls, journals, and notebooks separately.
Glancing at the almost completely occupied desk, I swallowed, and with a quickened heartbeat, reached for the nearest lilac folder, which was held closed with only a lace, so full was it with sheets of paper. The hieroglyphics on it read "modification of human internal organs."
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Once I'd managed the lacing, I opened the folder and quickly looked through a couple dozen sheets from the top of the stack. Even though the title spoke volumes about the contents to be found inside, I knew immediately that old man Hishi hadn't parsed his notes, but had simply gathered all the relevant topics and left them together without any sorting or cataloging or more orderly legacy left to the clan rather than handed them to me.
But even so, reading the hieroglyphics written in barely legible handwriting, I found in the reports of experiments conducted, whether successful or not, and research conducted, including on chakra-possessed captives, a wealth of new information that needed to be scrutinized and tested in practice.
Fortunately, out of over three hundred sheets, the scattered notes only took up about half of them.
After them, Hishi laid down the methods of modifying the internal organs, with careless but accurate drawings where necessary, subsequent corrections, notes and clarifications for better results, warnings about the difficulties and peculiarities of the reaction of the test subjects' organisms to the intervention.
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