"I didn't expect Mr. Shiraishi to be so well-versed in the traditional cuisine of my homeland."
Inside Koushirou's residence, Shiraishi and Koushirou had been chatting casually for a long time. It had to be said that this master of the Isshin Dojo possessed rich erudition and a vast horizon of knowledge; he knew the local customs, humanities, and geography of many countries like the back of his hand.
"I have merely heard a little about it; Mr. Koushirou is the one who is truly knowledgeable."
The two lightly drank a small cup of sake, and the atmosphere of the conversation became exceptionally warm.
As the former leader of the strongest ninja village in the Shinobi World, Shiraishi was far more adept at interpersonal relations than anyone else on the ship, naturally hitting it off seamlessly with Koushirou.
As for the others on the vessel, this was a rare chance for them to recuperate in Frostmoon Village. After all, it had only been a single week since they arrived in the One Piece world from the Naruto world; though there had been no massive battles midway, they factually required a proper rest.
"With Mr. Shiraishi's talents, being a mere pirate is truly a bit of a..."
Koushirou seemed to feel a trace of regret that Shiraishi had taken up the identity of a pirate, but the latter did not care in the slightest.
Since he had already come to the One Piece world, how could he face himself if he didn't play the part of a pirate at least once? Besides, aligning with any other faction would require far too much meticulous plotting; it was far better to live out the life of a pirate for a change.
Absolute freedom, unbound by any restraint, was exactly what Shiraishi desired in this world.
After all, his true tethers—such as his wife and children—remained fundamentally rooted in the Naruto world. In this One Piece universe, maintaining a thoroughly free spirit was more than enough for him.
Because they needed to wait for Koushirou's friend who was highly proficient in medical arts, Shiraishi's group took up temporary residence. During this period, Uchiha Madara also came to the Isshin Dojo; he clearly cared about the so-called chakra aftereffects as well, urgently needing to repair his physical constitution just like Shiraishi.
"The very existence of chakra directly causes the weakening of physical bodily functions. In a certain sense, was this inherently a structural conspiracy engineered by the celestial clan?"
After pondering over the matter for a long time afterward, Madara finally voiced the question he had cared about for an immense period.
"Chakra was originally the energy they extracted to manufacture Vermilion Fruit (Tan), which is precisely why the physical constitution of the humans in our world became so incredibly fragile."
The Chakra Fruit produced by the Ōtsutsuki clan was, in its absolute essence, a predatory colonial strategy. Once Madara thoroughly understood these facets, a powerful wave of killing intent radiated from his frame.
"Hee-ha! Koushirou, are the patients you spoke of these two boys? Why do I feel they look exceptionally healthy?"
After waiting for several days, the Isshin Dojo finally welcomed Koushirou's friend. A strange, towering man sporting a massive deep-purple afro stepped into the dojo; his hair was so stupendously large that a human could easily be hidden inside it.
He possessed long, dense eyelashes, light-blue eyeshadow, and purple lipstick. His attire was equally eccentric: fishnet stockings paired with a cape, a tight ultra-low-cut leotard, and a massive skull tattoo emblazoned right across his exposed abdominal muscles!
Emporio Ivankov!
Shiraishi determined the opponent's identity at a single glance; this individual's facial presentation was simply far too recognizable... However, he hadn't expected him to already be the Okama King by this point. He recalled that Ivankov shouldn't have fully established the Kamabakka Kingdom until a few years later after maximizing the Horu Horu no Mi...
As the Queen of the Kamabakka Kingdom, it was rumored that the Okama King Ivankov possessed highly transcendent medical skills, having successfully resuscitated individuals whom doctors deemed completely beyond saving, and even revitalizing dying nations—a supreme figure leaving behind a historical legend of salvation.
The Horu Horu no Mi was indeed a miraculous Devil Fruit, capable of explicitly controlling human body temperatures, pigments, growth, and emotions, systematically remodeling humans from the inside out, and even modifying biological sex to create a "Newkama"...
If it was the power of the Horu Horu no Mi, then there truly was a valid pathway to systematically adjust his and Uchiha Madara's physical bodies, resolving the crippling defects of the chakra aftereffects.
Koushirou offered a brief, basic explanation: "These two gentlemen seem to have been afflicted by a highly specialized poison, causing a unique mutation to manifest within their physical constitutions."
A mutation within their physical constitutions?
The looks of these two boys genuinely fill this old man with pure joy...
It had to be said that both Shiraishi and Uchiha Madara belonged to the absolute highest tier of aesthetic facial visuals within the One Piece world.
Madara wore a perpetually arrogant expression, looking like a total teenage iteration of Sasuke, while Shiraishi's features had grown increasingly refined over the years, likely as a direct variable of his prior Sage Mode cultivation.
Consequently, the moment Ivankov locked his eyes onto the two attractive boys, his gaze lit up. Furthermore, since they were individuals personally recommended by Koushirou, they naturally weren't any sort of wicked characters.
At this moment, a blood-red needle condensed within Ivankov's fingertip, swiftly piercing into Shiraishi's body to extract a portion of blood. Although Uchiha Madara felt intensely resistant to the process, seeing that Shiraishi placed absolute trust in Ivankov, he merely let out a cold huff and permitted Ivankov to conduct the examination.
After systematically analyzing the blood of the two alongside a few other diagnostic tests, Ivankov's expression turned somewhat solemn.
"Is the problem exceptionally severe?"
"Hee-hahaha... Your physical parameters are indeed exceptionally fragile compared to ordinary humans, completely failing to match the immense hidden strength locked within your frames. It appears that to grow powerful, you two have paid a far greater price than normal citizens."
Desperately hardworking individuals were always worthy of deep appreciation, not to mention that these were two boys burdened with natively poor physical structures.
After slipping into a state of mystical sentimental emotion for a brief moment, Ivankov decided to personally assist the two in resolving this structural dilemma.
Shiraishi couldn't explicitly explain the exact reality behind their current condition, but since Ivankov had thoroughly diagnosed the state of their internal parameters, he undoubtedly possessed a methodology to execute a cure.
Madara asked coldly: "What is the curative method?"
"Hee-hahaha! To thoroughly cure your physical state, a massive price must structurally be paid, because I need to inject three entirely distinct hormones into your bodies!"
Three hormones?
Blinking his massive eyes, Ivankov pondered for a brief fraction of a second: "The Water-Controlling Hormone, the Necrotic Hormone, and lastly, the Healing Hormone..."
Because Shiraishi and Madara's physical frames had long been corroded into a fragile state, to completely resolve this issue, according to Ivankov's methodology, it was far better to directly trigger the total collapse and destruction of their existing cellular structures...
The Water-Controlling Hormone was, to put it plainly, a specialized detoxification methodology.
The exact fraction of a second the body's cells underwent a sudden collapse, Ivankov would drain the residual toxic elements out of the frame, immediately following up with an injection of the supreme Healing Hormone.
It sounded like an exceptionally reckless, wild medical blueprint...
Forcefully collapsing a human's physical body, only to have it completely regenerate from scratch?
Since the laws of this world no longer contained the continuous interference of chakra energy, once it was completely purged in one fell swoop, they could basically reconstruct their physical bodily architectures entirely anew according to Ivankov's theory.
"This specific medical treatment will cause your biological lifespans to shorten by a significant margin, and you will have to endure an absolute, monumental ocean of physical agony. Have you two fully made up your minds?"
Without a single shred of hesitation, both Shiraishi and Uchiha Madara nodded their heads, indicating their absolute willingness to accept this specific treatment protocol.
"In that case, let us begin right now."
Driven by the potent power of the Horu Horu no Mi, Ivankov directly injected the first layer of hormones into Shiraishi and Uchiha Madara. In an instant, a savage, violent wave of pain caused the expressions of both men to shift dramatically.
Every single cell within their physical frames, alongside their internal organs, felt as if they were being brutally gouged by sharp blades.
Even as two sovereign powerhouses who had dominated the Shinobi World for decades, they instantly clutched their chests, their entire frames instantly drenched in thick streams of sweat.
The complexions of both Shiraishi and Madara turned entirely livid; clearly, the sheer potency of Ivankov's specialized hormones had plunged them directly onto the absolute threshold of life and death.
Right at this moment, Ivankov injected the second and third hormone currents. Shiraishi fiercely clawed at the floorboards, his raw strength nearly shattering the solid ground beneath him as a terrifying blizzard storm of cold current raged outward like an unbridled horse, diffusing into the surrounding space.
Madara was exactly the same; his eyes flashed with the savage, calculating glare of a wild fox's pupils, and lethal spectral ghost-fires completely flooded the upper air of the dojo.
"Two Mythical Zoans...?"
Now, it was Ivankov's turn to be shocked to the absolute core...
Since when did Mythical Zoans—rarer even than Logia types—become generic items found on a street corner? Could one casually encounter two of them just by visiting a backwater place like the East Blue?
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