Given Tobirama Senju’s personality, the possibility was probably not merely existent, but high.
After all, his research into and wariness toward the Uchiha Clan were famous throughout the history of the Shinobi World. This might well be a direction worth investigating.
In the future, he could ask Konoha’s upper ranks about it and see whether any related secret records had been preserved.
For the moment, Shinichi suppressed this thought and instead turned to consider the direction of Isshin’s secondary bloodline.
A moment later, although he had not immediately settled on a specific choice, he already had a general direction in mind.
That was to set his sights on the native creatures of the Shinobi World!
Isshin had already fused with the bloodline of Monkey King Enma, and Monkey King Enma himself was a pure native species of the Shinobi World.
Since that path had already begun, he might as well see it through to the end. Starting with Enma, he would gradually fuse other native species possessing special abilities, turning Isshin into an incarnation that gathered together the essence of the Shinobi World’s native biological bloodlines.
As for Genjo, it would follow the Ten-Tails route, using the first Hokage’s cells as its foundation, integrating Uchiha blood to give rise to the Sharingan, and ultimately aiming toward the Rinnegan and a Sage Body.
As for the possible third clone that might appear in the future, Shinichi had already set a direction for it in advance: it would follow the source path of the Otsutsuki bloodline, gathering into one body the marks belonging to the Otsutsuki’s original lineage, Byakugan, Corpse Bone Chain, Tenseigan, and even All-Killing Ash Bones.
That way, the three clones would happen to correspond to the three sources of this world’s power system: native power, the Ten-Tails, and the Otsutsuki bloodline.
And Shinichi himself, as the main body, would stand above those three lines, overseeing the whole situation, integrating all streams, and ultimately gathering every kind of power back into himself.
But where exactly was he supposed to find a suitable Otsutsuki bloodline?
Thinking of this, Shinichi fell into frustration once more.
After a long time, he shook his head and temporarily suppressed these even more distant plans.
For now, it was better to settle the matter of Genjo first. He withdrew his gaze from the panel, picked up the thick stack of materials on the desk, turned, walked out of the study, and headed straight toward the secret underground laboratory located beneath Konoha.
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Late that night, inside the secret laboratory deep underground.
Shinichi stood calmly in front of the laboratory table. Before him, a dense and mysterious mass of purple radiance was slowly revolving.
The sample of first Hokage cells inside the container was wrapped layer upon layer by that radiance. Countless fine purple-gold strands of light intertwined like living veins, and each pulse seemed to simulate the rhythm of a heartbeat.
Gradually, a small curled-up human figure emerged at the center of the light. At first, it was only the size of a palm, its outline vague like a mirage, but then it rapidly solidified, expanded, and took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming the figure of a child around two or three years old.
The child was exquisitely beautiful, with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features so perfect they seemed almost heavenly. His eyes were closed as he floated quietly in the purple light.
Then the light shifted, and that tiny body began to grow rapidly. Its limbs stretched out, the bones lengthened, the shoulders broadened, and the contours of the face changed from round and childish into clear, handsome lines.
In only a short moment, it settled into the appearance of a boy around thirteen or fourteen years old.
When creating a clone, Shinichi could customize its age, physique, and even appearance, though there were still rules restricting him; one of them was that the clone’s age could not differ from his main body’s by more than five years.
Back then, he had set Isshin to be five years older than himself, while for the current Genjo, he had deliberately set the age at thirteen, because according to what he knew, the historical Genjo of his previous life had entered monastic life at the age of thirteen.
Choosing that age could also be considered a small tribute to that seeker of the dharma who had traveled ten thousand miles and journeyed alone for seventeen years.
As for appearance, that was even simpler, to make him as good-looking as possible.
Without the slightest restraint, Shinichi set the new clone’s appearance according to the highest standard of beauty in his own aesthetic judgment, giving him a face that could be called one of the finest in the world.
After all, that Genjo of legend had originally been famous for his magnificent bearing and striking appearance, a face so handsome that even demons could not bear to eat him outright.
What’s more, Genjo, before him, was going to go out and preach in the future. As a holy monk of his generation, how could he possibly do without a face so refined that people would forget the vulgar world at first sight and instinctively feel close to him?
A moment later, the brilliant radiance slowly descended, like lotus petals scattered by the wind, dissolving piece by piece into the air.
The young monk stood barefoot before Shinichi, eyes closed, his face serene and tranquil, like a student of the Buddha who had just stepped down from a mural.
Then the young monk opened his eyes; those eyes were clear and transparent, as though an autumn moon had fallen into a limpid pool, silent yet capable of reflecting straight into the human heart.
He looked at Shinichi before him and smiled faintly, the smile gentle and composed, like a thread of morning sunlight piercing through thin mist in a mountain valley in spring.
Then he pressed his palms together and solemnly offered a Buddhist salute.
"Greetings, benefactor. This humble monk is Genjo, and I have come from the eastern lands."
Looking at the nearly flawless face before him, Shinichi could not help feeling moved.
That appearance was already top-tier to begin with, and after being paired with the special bearing and charm granted by the Demeanor talent, it became even more transcendent and unworldly.
A single smile or salute already carried the power to make people unconsciously feel close to him, or even want to follow him.
Shinichi even had a premonition that there would be no need to painstakingly build a persona for him at all. As long as this face stood before the world, it would be worth more than a thousand words.
"Greetings, master."
Shinichi was rarely in such high spirits, and he cooperated by playing along with the roleplay, asking and answering with his own clone: "I have heard that under master Genjo’s guidance, there is a student named Wukong. May I ask where this student is now?"
Genjo smiled faintly, raised a hand, pointed to his own chest, and said softly, "In my heart."
"In your heart? What do you mean by that, master?"
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