The chillingly amused puppet master, whose presence had been a disturbing undercurrent throughout the brutal conflict, watched the final moments of the battle between Genso and Edea with a detached fascination. His blue eyes, gleaming with an unsettling light, followed every swift movement, every desperate technique. He had witnessed Genso's resilience, and the raw power of his thunder sword breathing (well he Doesn't knows about his sword techniques). Well in the end he (sasori shocked after seeing his teleportation techniques. Because in this war tourn era space, time and medical ninja's are few and important. Well every first class clan and few seconds class clan have space, time and medical techniques , equipment , basic techniques in level 'E' to 'B'
But for the medical ninja's they are important for clan and that's why everyone clan create and development of medical techniques and equipment. They also trained many medical ninja's
As Edea fell silent, the puppet master, his movements fluid and almost unnaturally graceful, approached Genso through the carnage. The air around him still carried the faint, metallic scent of blood and the lingering heat of lava. His gaze, intense and probing, lingered on Genso, taking in his battered state and the exhaustion that radiated from him.
"Intriguing," the puppet master finally said, his voice a smooth, almost silken drawl that contrasted sharply with the surrounding brutality. "You possess a... unique tenacity, young Takage. And those... pills you consume. They restore chakra with remarkable speed. A rare and valuable commodity in these times."
Genso, still catching his breath and wary of this new presence, remained silent for a moment, his hand instinctively resting near the hilt of his bloodied katana. He recognized the clan insignia on the puppet master's attire, confirming he was indeed one of their own, albeit one with a disturbingly macabre fighting style.
"You observed the entire exchange?" Genso finally asked, his voice hoarse.
The puppet master offered a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Indeed. A captivating performance. The clash of elements, the desperation... and those potent little remedies of yours. They piqued my… professional curiosity." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Tell me, where did you acquire such efficacious restoratives?"
Genso hesitated. Revealing the existence of the System was a risk he wasn't sure he was ready to take. He needed to assess this individual, understand his motives.
After a tense silence, Genso subtly accessed the System once more. 'Buy 20 chakra recovery pills.' The ding was silent in his mind. With a carefully neutral expression, he reached into a pouch on his belt, retrieving twenty of the small, unassuming pills.
He extended his hand, offering them to the puppet master. "These were... provisions I had prepared beforehand," he said, his tone deliberately vague. "They are effective for restoring chakra, though they have their drawbacks. And it was created by me. "
The puppet master accepted the pills, his slender fingers brushing against Genso's. He examined them closely, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Generous of you," he murmured, pocketing the pills. "Though I suspect their efficacy is far beyond mere 'provisions'." His gaze returned to Genso, sharp and penetrating. "Nevertheless, I appreciate the gesture."
Sasori's gaze remained fixed on Genso, a flicker of something unreadable in his blue eyes. "Chakra absorption, you say? An intriguing ability. Not one commonly associated with our clan. Though, in these chaotic times, unexpected talents often surface." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the carnage that littered the hallway. "Your methods are... direct. Efficient, if brutal. A stark contrast to the intricate beauty of true puppetry."
Genso remained silent, allowing Sasori to form his own conclusions. He had no intention of revealing the full extent of the System's capabilities.
A moment of tense silence hung between them before Genso spoke, his voice regaining some of its strength. "The priority was survival. And ensuring the survival of as many of our clan as possible."
Sasori inclined his head slightly. "A commendable objective. One I myself share, albeit through... different means." His gaze drifted towards the bodies of the fallen enemy ninjas, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Their techniques were varied. Well-coordinated for the most part. Yet, they ultimately failed."
Genso nodded. "They underestimated us. And perhaps they underestimated the desperation of a cornered beast."
Another silence fell between them, the sounds of distant fighting still echoing through the ravaged compound. Genso used this lull to subtly monitor his energy levels and the cooldown on his teleportation.
After a few moments, Sasori's gaze returned to Genso, his expression now holding a hint of curiosity. "You mentioned finding a... healing technique?"
Genso nodded. "Indeed. The chaos provided an opportunity... to acquire certain knowledge." He kept his explanation deliberately vague. "It is a technique that can mend significant injuries." He decided to test the waters slightly. "I also acquired some... other techniques. Ones that might prove useful in the future."
Sasori's interest seemed to sharpen. "Other techniques? Of what nature?"
Before Genso could formulate a carefully worded response, a faint but distinct cry of pain echoed from a nearby room. Both men tensed, their attention immediately drawn to the sound.
"More survivors?" Genso murmured, his hand tightening on his katana.
Sasori's expression remained impassive. "Or perhaps... lingering threats."
Without a word, Genso activated the Flying Thunder God seal he had placed on one of the fallen enemy ninjas near the doorway of the adjacent room. In a flicker of yellow light, he vanished.
Sasori watched him go, his blue eyes narrowed in contemplation. A faint smile played on his lips. "Remarkable," he murmured to himself. "Truly remarkable."
Moments later, Genso reappeared, carrying a young Takage clansman who was bleeding heavily from a deep gash on his leg.
"He was trapped," Genso explained quickly. "There might be others."
Sasori nodded, his earlier curiosity now tinged with a hint of urgency. "Lead the way."
Together, they moved cautiously through the ravaged official residences, their senses on high alert. The sounds of battle were gradually receding, suggesting that the initial wave of the attack might be losing momentum, or perhaps the remaining Takage defenders were rallying.
They found three more injured Takage ninjas scattered in different rooms. Genso swiftly teleported each of them to the island, his movements efficient and silent. With each teleportation, Sasori's initial curiosity seemed to deepen into something akin to awe. The speed and apparent lack of chakra expenditure for such large-scale instantaneous movement were clearly beyond his understanding of conventional ninjutsu.
As Genso returned after teleporting the last injured ninja, Sasori finally broke his silence on the matter. "That... technique of yours. The instantaneous movement. It defies conventional space-time ninjutsu. There is no build-up of chakra, no discernible hand seals... It is as if you simply... will yourself to another location." His gaze was intense, searching. "How is this possible?"
Genso hesitated for a fraction of a second. He knew he couldn't fully explain the Flying Thunder God Technique without revealing at least a part of its unique mechanism. "It is a... specialized sealing technique," he said carefully. "One that allows for instantaneous travel between marked locations." He kept the explanation brief and avoided any mention of Minato's legacy or the intricacies of the seals.
Sasori regarded him with a thoughtful expression. "Marked locations? You marked those fallen enemy ninjas?"
Genso nodded. "In the heat of battle, it provided a means of rapid movement and unexpected attacks."
Sasori remained silent for a moment, processing this information. The implications of such a technique were significant, especially in the context of the ongoing war.
They continued their search, moving deeper into the official residences. The atmosphere was heavy with the stench of death and destruction. They encountered no more survivors in the immediate vicinity.
Finally, they returned to the hallway where they had first met. Sasori surveyed the scene, his expression unreadable.
"The island you mentioned," he said after a while. "You were able to transport all those individuals there... without any apparent strain?"
Genso nodded. "The initial connection required some energy, but maintaining the link and transporting individuals does not." He decided to elaborate slightly, hoping to satisfy Sasori's curiosity without revealing too much. "It is connected to the chakra absorption ability I mentioned. It creates a stable conduit."
Sasori's blue eyes gleamed with a newfound understanding. "So, the absorption ability... it is not merely for combat. It has other applications."
"Indeed," Genso confirmed.
Sasori fell silent again, seemingly lost in thought. The implications of Genso's unique abilities were clearly weighing on him. In a world defined by power and conflict, such talents could be a game-changer.
After a long pause, Sasori finally spoke, his voice now carrying a different tone – one of cautious respect. "Genso Takage... your abilities are... extraordinary. In these dark times, such power could be the key to our clan's survival. We should speak more of this... on the island you mentioned."
(They are talking while running towards hidden area where other surviving clan members will be hidden)
(There should be 25 hidden area)