Omaru, who was caught off guard, accidentally choked on the tea that was about to be eaten.

Omaru, who couldn't help coughing a few times, smiled bitterly:

"It's better not to make such jokes, to be heard...... Not good! ”

"Shhhh Where is your unbridled sense of humor? I can't stand the slightest ridicule......"

Daimaru smiled dryly, not knowing how to answer.

If it's an innocuous joke, of course it can be laughed at; But Kurama Yakumo's seemingly serious tone, who knows if it's true?

Uncle "Red Sand" who dares to ask his favorite girl to give birth to a child for himself without saying a word, how can he care about such a trivial matter?

The key is that the girl in front of her seems to be weak, but she is a master of illusion who can make the people around her trick if she is not careful, and she can't be taken lightly.

In addition, the relationship between the two is already unclear and suspicious, but there can be no more scandals that make Temari misunderstand.

Kurama Yakumo, who didn't embarrass Daimaru anymore, played with the complex cell mass in his hand and groped for his manipulation skills.

"What else do you need besides feeding it with mental power to accelerate its growth?"

"These strange assemblages are self-preying, and only when metamorphosis and catalytic proliferation do they need to devour large amounts of organic proteins and consume a lot of energy......

"Meat-eating ......"

Kurama Yakumo nodded clearly, there is nothing strange about this, this thing is not a vegetarian animal at first glance, it does not eat grass, and it does not photosynthesize, and it is good to be able to capture the surrounding microorganisms for daily consumption.

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

"After all, it is developed based on parasitic ability, and most of the activities are in a low-power state out of the appropriate environment......

In Daimaru's view, the birth of this complex cell mass is not accidental, the right proximal cell strengthened by the curse mark, the blood inheritance limit - the parasitic ghost evil technique is extremely corrosive, and the white doppelganger cell is not good at stubble.

In the long-term coexistence of the two, neither of them can devour the other, so they simply add the microorganisms with resentment characteristics as a buffer to form a triangular stable form, which is combined into the current symbiotic cell cluster.

This? In the white clone that transplanted the right near arms? It has been reflected in the right body that transplanted the arms of the white doppelganger, and it has been more than half a year? Daimaru's earliest combinatorial experiments? So far, there has been no result, and the white clone and the right near with the arms of others? I didn't show much of a difference for the time being.

Maybe in the future, Daimaru will try some more in-depth experiments with mutual transplantation? Let's see if something new can be born? But now, it's not the time.

After trying several times, I couldn't make the symbiotic cell mass in my hand look better, and Kurama Yakumo was a little disappointed? Had to stop for a while.

"While there is life? But it doesn't seem to be a complete life......"

Daimaru smiled and said:

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

As he spoke, Daimaru summoned three stand-in puppets from the storage scroll, one of which was like a fragment that was barely glued together; The second body is largely intact? But the skull resembles a lump of flesh that has been crushed; The last one has several penetrating holes on its body.

"Some time ago, when I was sparring with others, I broke it? It will take a while to fully recover......"

A puppet that belongs entirely to itself, Daimaru naturally regards it as the host of the symbiotic cell cluster? It's normal to have some strange abilities.

The expected ability to automatically heal from breakage does exist, but it's too slow.

Fortunately? What is it that makes Daimaru happy? A broken puppet? In the case of automatic recovery, the means of destroying oneself have been strengthened in a targeted manner.

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

Kurama Yakumo, who was shrouded in his own illusion space, looked at Daimaru with some surprise after a while.

"It's faint, but it's really slowly improving its quality, what kind of monster have you created?"

Daimaru waved his hand and said:

"Limited by the qualifications of the host and manipulator, there is a limit to the speed and height of its evolution......"

Kurama Yakumo said with some amusement:

"Isn't that a matter of course? Do you still want to create a 'god' that transcends the ninja world? For the vast majority of ninjas, being able to have a puppet that can be manipulated freely is already satisfying......"

"Me and you are not ordinary ninjas......

Daimaru sighed with some regret,

"Don't look at these symbiotic cell clusters, they are very well-behaved in my hands and you, that's because the two of us have very powerful spiritual secret arts, and we can completely tame them. Ninjas in general, do they have such abilities? ”

"Kind of makes sense! However, I'm not at the point where I'm thinking about that, so I'll become a ninja first......"

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

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

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

"Don't worry, it's my psychic beast back......"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, a huge desert chameleon appeared, and a small puppet rode on its back, commanding it to open its mouth and spit out a large mass 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.

Three broken puppets on the ground stretched out pitch-black vessel-like tentacles to eat the captured desert animals, and a small number of indigestible organs would be tanned into materials to make puppets or toys for sale.

"Except for being disgusting, it's okay, it's very convenient......"

Kurama Yakumo looked at the oversized desert chameleon, and the petite puppet Temari.

"I used to sit on your shoulder, but then I didn't see it, and I thought you abandoned it, but I didn't expect it to be still ......"

"How so?"

Daimaru reached out and picked up the puppet Temari, straightened his clothes, and then placed them on the coffee table, and the petite doll looked up and looked strangely at the "so big" Kurama Yakumo.

"This ...... It's actually alive! ”

Kurama Yakumo's shocked expression was palpable.

"Otherwise, how can you make it a 'dragon knight' and help me do something 'little things' that don't let people know?"

Daimaru patted the puppet's hand and bowed his head to reassure it, then took out a tea set that was significantly smaller and poured fragrant hot tea for it.