Naruto: Saving the Universe by Stealing Attributes

Mirai stood silently, watching Yakumo's embarrassed expression. He didn't say anything, simply observing her quietly from the side.

If little girls couldn't be teased, life would lose half its fun.

After a while, seeing that Yakumo was on the verge of tears, Mirai finally spoke.

"Yakumo, let's go," he said gently.

"Eh?" Yakumo looked up in confusion. "Captain Mirai, where are we going?"

Mirai chuckled softly. "To treat your Kekkei Genkai illness."

Hearing this, Yakumo's eyes lit up with excitement. "Captain, are you serious?"

Mirai nodded. "Of course."

Without waiting for her response, he crouched down and carefully picked her up in his arms.

"Hold on tight," he instructed.

Yakumo let out a quiet "Mm," wrapping her arms securely around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.

As the faint scent of Yakumo's presence filled the air, Mirai felt a subtle shift in his thoughts. In the next moment, the two of them appeared in a dimly lit underground cavern.

Orochimaru, caught off guard by their sudden arrival, blinked in surprise.

"Mirai-kun, how did you get in here?"

"I left a Flying Thunder God seal on you during our first fight," Mirai said nonchalantly.

"Ah, so that's how. Mirai-kun, you're as cunning as ever," Orochimaru remarked without a hint of hostility, his gaze shifting to Yakumo.

"Is this the patient for today's procedure?" Orochimaru asked.

Mirai nodded. "That's right. Kurama Yakumo, the inheritor of the Kurama clan's Kekkei Genkai."

Hearing the exchange, Yakumo froze in shock.

While she didn't know much about the world outside, she had heard of Orochimaru—the legendary Sannin of Konohagakure, once considered a candidate for the position of Hokage. Now an S-rank rogue ninja, he was known to be extremely dangerous.

To her astonishment, Captain Mirai had sought Orochimaru's help to treat her.

As Yakumo's mind raced, Orochimaru's indifferent voice cut through her thoughts.

"Mirai-kun, I must warn you—the success rate of this surgery is not high. If it fails, Yakumo will be consumed by Hashirama's cells and transform into a rapidly growing tree."

He paused, then added, "If you're willing, I could take care of her for you. A Kekkei Genkai as powerful as hers shouldn't go to waste."

Yakumo's face turned pale at Orochimaru's clinical tone. Before she could react, a warm hand settled on her shoulder.

"Orochimaru," Mirai said coldly, "she's mine. Don't even think about it."

Orochimaru sighed in disappointment. "What a pity."

A wave of security washed over Yakumo. Gripping the edge of Mirai's cloak, she hid behind him. In that brief exchange, she had no doubt: in the dynamic between Mirai and Orochimaru, Mirai held the upper hand.

The fact that Mirai could command even someone as formidable as Orochimaru left Yakumo in awe.

Yakumo lay unconscious on the operating table. Orochimaru, holding a syringe, made a final check.

"Mirai-kun, are you sure about this? Once we start, there's no turning back."

"Do it," Mirai replied evenly.

With a nod, Orochimaru inserted the syringe into Yakumo's vein.

Moments later, her expression twisted in pain. Veins bulged across her arms, and an overwhelming surge of energy emanated from her body—a wild, aggressive force. Her once-smooth skin turned coarse and yellowed.

"Well, it seems we've failed," Orochimaru remarked, a hint of regret in his voice.

The compatibility of Hashirama's cells varied for each person. A slight miscalculation in the culture medium's formula could lead to disastrous results.

Just as Orochimaru was preparing to write Yakumo off, an intense wave of ocular power erupted. Under its influence, Yakumo's body stabilized, her skin regaining its smooth, healthy appearance as though nothing had happened.

Orochimaru's jaw dropped. Shaking his head with a wry smile, he said, "Mirai-kun, you never fail to surprise me."

Mirai simply nodded. "Continue."

Orochimaru—under the influence of Kotoamatsukami and incapable of betrayal—had no choice but to obey. Even if Mirai ordered him to die, he would comply without hesitation.

For that reason, Mirai felt no need to hide his strength from Orochimaru.

Adjusting the formula, Orochimaru prepared another dose of the culture medium. The next injection failed again.

And the next.

And the next.

Despite his expertise, Orochimaru failed repeatedly—more than a dozen times.

Finally, after an entire afternoon of adjustments, the latest dose created a stable reaction in Yakumo's body.

"It worked," Orochimaru said, exhaling in relief, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The ability to refine the process through trial and error was a luxury he rarely enjoyed.

"I won't be spending all my time in a lab with you," Mirai reminded him flatly.

Orochimaru merely chuckled as he began tidying up the equipment.

"Mirai-kun, the balance between Hashirama's cells and Yakumo's body is temporary. Without regular suppression from the Sharingan's power, the cells will overtake her."

Mirai nodded. "Understood."

For now, this was enough.

With this success, he had proven his hypothesis. When the time came for Shisui, Itachi, or others in his clan to require the procedure, replicating it would be straightforward.

Unlike Yakumo, those with Mangekyō Sharingan could suppress Hashirama's cells on their own, effectively eliminating the risk of blindness from overuse.

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