Yielding to her silent desperation, Shisui temporarily deactivated the systemic restrictions guarding the central reservoir.
The mont the baseline block vanished, Chōi practically threw her colossal weight against the edge of the pool, parting her imnse mandibles to lap up the golden fluid in massive, desperate gulps.
The pristine, primordial liquid coursed down her throat, instantly transforming into an unadulterated torrent of cosmic energy that spread through her entire spiritual and physical anatomy.
Her obsidian exoskeleton erupted with a blinding, incandescent luminescence; the geotric violet patterns tracing her armor flared with imnse brilliance, and her six translucent wings unfurled to their absolute limits, sending a rhythmic, highly pressurized gale rippling across the boundless void with every heavy vibration.
"This is incredible... subli... absolutely incredible..."
She mumbled incoherently through her ntal link, continuing to gorge herself on the liquid without a single shred of restraint. She was completely incapable of pausing.
Within a re matter of seconds, the level of the golden reservoir plumted drastically, leaving a visible void in the systemic container.
Shisui's expression shifted, his brow twitching slightly at the staggering consumption rate.
"Cease!" he commanded, manually locking the parater blocks.
Chōi reluctantly pulled her massive head back from the margin, heavy beads of golden liquid still clinging to the edges of her segnted mouthparts. "Just one more sip... please... a single drop..."
"Two thousand years," Shisui stated, his voice laced with an underlying ache as he surveyed the severely depleted reservoir. "You consud nearly two millennia' worth of accumulated ti energy in a single breath."
He could feel a physical pang of financial and structural regret deep within his soul. The energy that could have been utilized to accelerate his developntal programs by over three thousand years had been decimated down to a re few centuries.
The Seven-Tails let out a massive, rumbling burp that echoed through the void, her multi-faceted compound eyes suddenly turning heavy and unfocused as a profound lethargy settled over her consciousness.
"So heavy..." she murmured, her ntal voice trailing off into a hazy whisper. "I need... to sleep..."
The final syllable had barely resonated before her colossal, armored form collapsed against the floor of the void, plunging instantly into a deep, unshakable slumber.
Shisui quickly adjusted the spatial settings, shifting her unconscious body out of his cheat space and returning her to the physical plane.
Lying across the cold stone floor of the subterranean vault's fiftieth level, the massive form of the Seven-Tails rose and fell with slow, rhythmic breaths, sleeping as peacefully as a newborn hatchling.
Shisui exhaled a slow breath, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
"You certainly possess the luxury of resting easily after draining my accounts," he muttered dryly.
He lowered his gaze, his visor reflecting the small, silent figure of Uzumaki Shiringu. The young girl had remained perfectly still throughout the entire chaotic display, her clear eyes tracking his movents with a mixture of quiet awe and intense curiosity.
"Co along," Shisui said softly, extending his hand to gently close around her small fingers. "We have an imnse amount of foundational work ahead of us."
Throughout the subsequent period, Shisui buried himself entirely in administrative and structural developnt, completely losing track of the standard passage of ti.
The isolated fiftieth level of the subterranean complex was systematically re-engineered to serve as the absolute nesting grounds for the Seven-Tails.
Utilizing his specialized Earth Release insects, Shisui carved countless geotric hives and ventilation shafts directly into the dense bedrock, creating optimized nesting columns for the erging dragonfly populations.
Furthermore, he lined the entire periter of the vault with multi-layered, localized sealing barriers to prevent the massive influx of Chōi's residual chakra from leaking toward the upper levels of the village.
However, the most critical elent of the entire initiative remained the primary Summoning Scroll.
He had given his absolute word to the military council of Kusagakure that a sovereign realm known as the Dragonfly Sacred Land would manifest to secure their lines—and Shisui always executed his mandates with absolute precision.
He unfurled a massive, blank parchnt along the center of the vault floor, the heavy scroll extending to a staggering length of over ten ters.
Shisui bit his right index finger, using his concentrated blood as the dium to ticulously trace the complex geotric formulas and legal paraters of the grand Summoning Covenant.
The linguistic matrix of the scroll was so intricately dense that the slightest fluctuation in his brush stroke or a single misaligned stroke would cause the entire structural matrix to collapse into static ash.
He remained hunched over the scroll for a full day and an entire night, his focus absolute until the final terminal seal clicked into place.
"It is complete," he murmured, rising to his full height as he surveyed the massive, glowing matrix of the covenant with a slow, satisfied nod.
Next ca the Training of the auxiliary swarm. Utilizing the absolute remainder of his usable primordial energy reserves, Shisui initiated a rapid temporal acceleration program across the cohort of nearly one hundred dragonfly hatchlings.
Nourished by the concentrated residues of the golden energy, the infantile organisms grew at an exponential rate; their physiological paraters expanded drastically, and their freshly hardened wings thrumd with imnse kinetic force.
Among the vanguard of the hatchlings, several individuals possessing exceptional genetic compatibility automatically began to channel and process the ambient natural energy of the subterranean vault.
A faint, erald luminescence began to ripple across their segnted carapaces—the foundational, raw archetype of Senjutsu Chakra.
"Excellent," Shisui murmured, a genuine sense of intellectual and structural achievent rising within his chest.
These highly modified specins would constitute his absolute tactical trump card in the conflicts to co.
To achieve this level of rapid physiological acceleration, he had entirely exhausted the stores of the Hero's Water gathered over the previous months, and his inventory of high-tier biological catalyst materials had been reduced to absolute zero.
It was no exaggeration to state that in order to establish the structural foundations of the Dragonfly Sacred Land, Shisui had effectively drained his entire personal estate.
Yet, as he looked upon the swirling vortex of erald insects circling the sleeping colossus of the Seven-Tails, he knew the expenditure was entirely justified.
Exactly twenty-four hours later, Chōi awoke.
As her massive compound eyes snapped open, her very first instinct was to execute a comprehensive diagnostic scan across her internal chakra pathways and physical architecture.
"Eh?"
She froze entirely, her ntal voice paralyzed with sheer disbelief.
Her physical mass had expanded by a substantial margin, her obsidian exoskeleton had density values that outclassed standard steel alloys, and her six wings thrumd with an entirely new echelon of kinetic pressure.
Yet, the anomaly that shattered her comprehension entirely was hidden deep within her structural core: her anatomy had begun to synthesize genuine, biological cellular tissue.
She was no longer a construct composed purely of sentient, pressurized chakra; her existence had evolved into a transcendent state, occupying the exact threshold between the physical plane and spiritual essence.
"This... how is this possible...?"
"You gorged yourself on two thousand years' worth of primordial life energy," Shisui's level voice echoed from the margin of the platform. "It would be an insult to my laboratory paraters if your biology didn't display a radical evolutionary shift."
Chōi turned her massive head, locating him seated a short distance away, his shoulders entirely draped in a dense cluster of erald dragonflies.
"My children!" Chōi's ntal voice spiked with overwhelming excitent. She instinctively made to surge forward, only to lock up her joints with abrupt, rigid panic.
She looked down at the tiny insects, then cast her gaze over her own colossal, terrifying mass. "I... I am too massive... my armor will crush them into dust if I step too close..."
Shisui let out a soft laugh. "There is no need for such anxiety. Their biology is drastically more resilient than your primitive concepts suggest."
As if to validate his words, a single erald dragonfly took flight, navigating the air currents with flawless precision before gently settling directly onto the tip of Chōi's massive snout.
The Seven-Tails remained entirely cross-eyed, her massive multi-faceted vision locking onto the tiny organism with absolute, rigid focus.
"It... it is observing ."
"Indeed."
"Does it... harbor affection for ?"
"Undoubtedly."
A sudden, vibrant resonance rippled through the ntal link. It was the very first ti Shisui had ever witnessed a Tailed Beast experience genuine, unadulterated joy—her massive compound eyes curved into soft, crescent arcs, and her six wings vibrated with a gentle, lodic hum that filled the cavern with a therapeutic warmth.
"I am a mother," she whispered into his consciousness, her tone filled with a profound, quiet reverence. "I truly possess a lineage of my own..."
She turned her imnse head back toward Shisui, her golden pupils locking onto his visor with an expression of absolute seriousness. "You have my sincerest gratitude, Abura Shisui."
Shisui offered a slow shake of his head. "There is no need for gratitude. We are strategic partners."
"Yes, partners," Chōi agreed quickly, her wings fluttering before her eyes suddenly flashed with an opportunistic spark. "In that case... could you perhaps grant another small ration of that golden fluid?"
Shisui's eyes narrowed behind his visor, his posture turning instantly guarded. "To what end?"
"I can feel the exact threshold of my evolutionary matrix," Chōi explained eagerly, her ntal voice practically vibrating. "If I can consu precisely one hundred more asures of that primordial energy, my biology will trigger a complete pupal regression.
I will form a cocoon and undergo a total, absolute tamorphosis! Once I erge, my combat capabilities will transcend their current limits entirely—I will beco infinitely more useful to your grand campaigns!"
One hundred asures?
The remaining fragnts of energy left within Shisui's core reservoir didn't even constitute half of a single unit.
"Absolutely not," he refused with zero hesitation.
"What about ten asures?" Chōi bargained instantly, her tone shifting into that of a persistent rchant. "To be entirely honest, ten asures would probably suffice to initiate the baseline split!"
Shisui rose to his feet, dusting off his cloak. "Provided you execute your combat mandates with absolute efficiency during the upcoming campaign, your future allocations of primordial energy will be guaranteed on a rolling basis."
"Is that an official contract promise?!" Chōi's eyes blazed with light.
"It is a baseline corporate guarantee."
"Then what are we still idling here for?!" The Seven-Tails reared back onto her hind legs, her six colossal wings tearing through the air with a deafening roar.
"I feel an absolute surge of power coursing through my veins—I am entirely confident I could rip the Nine-Tails apart with my bare claws right now! Deploy to the vanguard! Imdiately! This exact instant!"
Shisui: "..."
This insect's desire for violence has evolved past all reasonable paraters.
"The opportunity will manifest in due ti," he murmured reassuringly, adjusting the seals on his flak jacket. "But our deploynt window is not this exact second."
Ti was running exceptionally short. Shisui executed a rapid ntal calculation; the single-day grace period he had guaranteed to Negishi Kusanagi had already been exceeded by a full forty-eight hours.
The administrative council of Kusagakure was likely teetering on the absolute brink of mass panic.
"It is ti to return," he stated, turning toward the stone exit.
However, before he could take his first stride, a tiny, rigid silhouette stepped directly into his path—it was Uzumaki Shiringu.
She kept her head buried low against her chest, her small fingers gripping the fraying hem of her oversized tunic with such imnse force that her knuckles had turned entirely white.
"What troubles you?" Shisui asked gently, dropping onto one knee to bring his visor level with her downcast gaze.
Shiringu remained locked in a tense silence for several long beats before she managed to summon the courage to speak, her voice trembling with an underlying, heartbreaking fragility. "I... I do not possess the necessary specifications to serve as the vessel for the Tailed Beast... Does that an... You are going to abandon back to the camps?"
Shisui froze slightly, the words catching him completely off guard. He looked into the young girl's anxious, deeply terrified eyes, and a sudden wave of clarity washed over his mind.
This child had spent her entire formative existence running through the ash of destroyed nations, abandoned by successive factions the mont her presence ceased to provide imdiate utility.
She had grown hyper-sensitive, constantly anticipating the exact mont the axe would fall, waiting for a single confirmation that she still retained value to her handler.
Yet, over the past forty-eight hours, Shisui had been completely consud by high-level systemic operations—engineering the sanctuary, executing the temporal acceleration of the vanguard swarm, and managing the consciousness of a primordial entity.
He had completely overlooked the psychological stability of the child standing in his shadow. In her isolated, traumatized mind, his complete silence was the absolute harbinger of abandonnt.
A rare flash of genuine empathy rippled through Shisui's chest. He reached forward, his hand resting gently against her ssy crimson hair.
"Shiringu."
The young girl slowly raised her head, her clear eyes searching his visor.
"Your utility to my network is absolute," Shisui stated, his voice carrying an ironclad, unshakeable conviction that cut straight through her panic.
"Furthermore, you are going to evolve into one of the most elite sorcerers under my command—an asset capable of anchoring my entire front line."
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