Chapter 377 Adaptability

Daiwan was caught off guard and accidentally choked on the tea he was about to drink.

Daiwan couldn't help coughing a few times and smiled bitterly:

"It's better not to make such a joke. If someone hears it... it's not good!"

"Hey! Where is your unbridled sense of humor? You can't bear even a little ridicule..."

Daimaru smiled dryly, not knowing how to answer the question.

If it's a harmless joke, of course you can laugh it off; but Kurama Yakumo's seemingly serious tone, who knows if it's true?

How could the "Red Sand Dust" uncle who dared to ask the girl he liked to give birth to his child even after a disagreement, care about such a trivial matter?

The key is that the seemingly weak girl in front of her is a master of illusion who can trick people around her if she is not careful, so she should not be taken lightly.

In addition, the relationship between the two was already unclear and arousing suspicion, but no more scandals could be spread to misunderstand Temari.

Kurama Yakumo, who no longer troubled Daimaru, played with the compound cell mass in his hand and explored its manipulation techniques.

"In addition to feeding it with spiritual power to accelerate its growth, what else is needed?"

"These strange collective organisms will automatically hunt for food. Only when they are transforming and catalyzing proliferation, they need to devour a large amount of organic proteins and consume a large amount of energy..."

"Meat eaters..."

Kurama Yakumo nodded clearly. There was nothing surprising about this. This thing was not a vegetarian at first glance. It did not eat grass and could not photosynthesize. It could capture the surrounding microorganisms for daily consumption, which was pretty good.

"It's quite energy-saving..."

"After all, it was developed based on parasitic ability. Without a suitable environment, most activities are in a low-power state..."

From Daimaru's point of view, the birth of this composite cell mass was not accidental. The cursed Seal-strengthened Ukon cells, the blood inheritance boundary-parasitic ghost evil technique, are extremely corrosive, and the White Zetsu clone cells are not good either.

In the long-term coexistence of the two, neither one can devour the other, so the next best thing is to add microorganisms with characteristics of the earthly resentment as a buffer to form a triangular stable shape, and combine to form the current symbiotic cell cluster.

This is reflected in the clone of Shiro Zetsu who had Ukon's arms transplanted, and Ukon who had the arms of Shiro Zetsu's clone transplanted. It has been more than half a year, and Daimaru's earliest combination experiment has still not yielded results. The white Zetsu clones and Ukon didn't show much strangeness for the time being.

Maybe in the future, Daimaru will try some more in-depth mutual transplant experiments to see if something new can be born, but now, it is not the time.

After trying several times, he could not make the symbiotic cell mass in his hand look better. Kurama Yakumo was a little disappointed and had to stop temporarily.

"Although there is life, it doesn't seem to be a complete life..."

Daimaru said with a smile:

"Without a host as a carrier, they cannot be shaped and cannot play their due role..."

As Daimaru spoke, he summoned three stand-in puppets from the storage scroll. One of them was like fragments that were barely glued together; the second one was generally intact, but its head was like a squashed flesh lump; There are several through holes for light transmission.

"Some time ago, I was injured while competing with others. It will take some time to fully recover..."

A puppet that is completely his own, Daimaru naturally regards it as the host of the symbiotic cell mass, and it is normal to have some strange abilities.

The expected ability to automatically recover from damage does exist, but it is too slow.

Fortunately, what pleased Daimaru was that when the damaged puppet automatically recovered, the means of destroying itself were strengthened in a targeted manner.

The stand-in puppet is a ready-made practical model, unlike the thirteen wing armors that are still slowly growing by absorbing the experience of the new genin.

Kurama Yakumo, who enveloped them in his own illusion space and analyzed them, looked at Daimaru in surprise after a while.

"Although it is very weak, it is indeed slowly improving in quality. What kind of monster have you created?"

Daimaru waved his hand and said:

"Limited by the qualifications of the host and operator, its evolution speed and height are limited..."

Kurama Yakumo said a little funny:

"Isn't this a matter of course! Do you still want to create a 'god' that transcends the ninja world? For most ninjas, having a puppet that can be manipulated freely is already very satisfying..."

"You and I are not ordinary ninjas to begin with..."

Daimaru sighed with some regret,

"Don't look at these symbiotic cell clusters. They are very well-behaved in your and me's hands. That's because the two of us have very powerful spiritual magic and can completely tame them. Do ordinary ninjas have such ability?"

"It makes sense! However, I haven't thought about this yet. I will become a ninja first..."

The future is too far away. What Kurama Yakumo needs to do now is to mature and proliferate the symbiotic cell mass in his hand as soon as possible, and erode the "special" wing armor assigned to him into a psychic parasitic puppet.

With Daimaru's successful experience and Kurama Yakumo avoiding many detours, it is not difficult to do this.

While the two were chatting, an inexplicable aura broke into Daimaru's room. Kurama Yakumo's expression changed and he was about to react when Daimaru stopped him.

"Don't worry, my psychic beast is back..."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a huge desert chameleon appeared, with a small puppet riding on its back, commanding it to open its mouth and spit out a large group of captured desert animals.

Except for a few that can be used as puppet materials, most of them can only be used as protein bait.

There are three broken puppets on the ground, with dark vein-like tentacles extending out. They will eat the captured desert animals. A small number of indigestible organs will be tanned into materials and made into puppets or toys to sell.

"Except for being a little disgusting, everything else is fine and very convenient..."

Kurama Yakumo looked at the desert chameleon, which was a bit too big, and the petite puppet Temari.

"I used to sit on your shoulder, but then I didn't see it. I thought you had discarded it, but I didn't expect it was still there..."

"how come?"

Daimaru stretched out his hand to pick up the puppet Temari, straightened his clothes, and placed it on the coffee table. The petite puppet raised its head and looked at the "so big" Kurama Yakumo strangely.

"This...is actually alive!"

Kurama Yakumo's shock was beyond words.

"Otherwise, how can I let him become a 'Dragon Knight' and help me do some 'little things' that are not known to others?"

Daimaru patted the puppet Temari's head to reassure her, then took out a tea set that was obviously smaller in size and poured fragrant hot tea into it.