Right now, Arthur was looking over the workbench where the soft glow of crystals was scattered across.
He was a man of many skills, but today he focused on one task above all: creating the ultimate weapon from unusual sources. The thought of confronting another Jinchūriki was also on his mind, but first, he needed the right tool for the job.
As he stared at the crystals in front of him, he recalled that these weren't just any ordinary shards; they were infused with chakra from an unspecified source. He knew this would be a ti-consuming process—combining them into a single piece.
With steady hands, he began the work of moulding the crystals together.
The first step was crucial; their chakra needed to sync to take on a new form. He positioned them side by side and used his own chakra to intertwine with theirs until they fused into one solid piece.
Because he had advanced chakra control, the process was quite simple. Like creating a canal to connect to a river.
As minutes turned into hours, he lost himself in the creation. The intensity of the chakra surrounding him felt almost alive as ti continued to slip away.
Finally, he stepped back to marvel at the singular crystal standing proudly on the table. It glowed radiantly with the chakra it had absorbed.
However, he knew that even a crystal imbued with such potent energy was incomplete; it needed additional elents to unleash its full potential, particularly the ice abilities he had planned to include.
Heading over to the frozen compartnt, he opened the door in search of his materials. He had stored Haku's blood sample, Kimimaro's, and Karin's in one of the labeled vials. The cells he had collected would be perfect for the weapon he aid to craft.
Carefully, he removed the vials and placed the cells in the thermal oscillator, a machine designed for precise temperature control. He set the dial to warm the blood gradually. The machine then emitted a soft glow as it enveloped the vials with heat.
Observing the blood as it transitioned from icy red to a deeper hue, he understood how painstaking this process would be if not done correctly. For instance, if he made a mistake, he would lose all of Kimimaro's, Karin's, and Haku's cells—the latter of which couldn't be recovered.
Minutes passed with the machine quietly doing its job. Finally, the temperature reached an optimal level, and Arthur removed the vials.
His task was now halfway complete. Next was the most unconventional component he had stored—two of Orochimaru's dead white snakes.
One was collected in Blood Prison when he had rescued Tayuya from her confines. The other was stripped from Kimimaro after Arthur captured him.
The snakes, stripped of their forr influence, lay still in a jar and were the key to accessing Orochimaru's unique chakra laced with Jugo's natural energy.
As Arthur worked with the essence of the dead white snakes, he couldn't help but think about the significance of chakra laced with natural energy. This was going to be the key to unlocking the true potential of his crafted weapon.
He began by carefully collecting their frozen tissue samples, which were then ground into a fine powder using a cryogenic grinder to release their intracellular contents. The powdered tissue was mixed with an appropriate solvent to extract biochemical compounds, followed by centrifugation to separate solid debris from the liquid extract.
This extract was subjected to high-performance liquid chromatography (HPLC) to separate and purify various components based on their chemical properties, allowing Arthur to isolate snakes' essence.
Once these compounds were identified and characterized, he kept them stored to use in the crystal.
It was ti to move on to the next step, which involved extracting blood from the scales of the Three-Tails.
He carefully placed the scales in his centrifuge to separate the blood from the solid particles. As the machine worked, he waited patiently for the process to be completed.
However, his patience was short-lived when the centrifuge suddenly broke down due to the ridiculous potency of the scales.
While the machine's failure was a setback, Arthur was relieved to have collected the necessary essence. Replacing the broken centrifuge would have to wait.
For now, he focused on combining all the blood cells, the white snake essence, and the Nine-Tails, Seven-Tails, Six-Tails, and Three-Tails bloods. To do this, he used a specialized machine, known as the Hematological Integrator, to rge the various blood samples.
The machine's advanced technology allowed for the precise combination of the different blood types, creating one cell that would otherwise help in the weapon's core.
With the blood combined, Arthur transferred the mixture to a spectral resonator, a machine that would amplify and stabilize the chakras. The process required careful calibration to achieve the desired outco.
Once that process was complete, he used his Healing technique to stabilize the combination, making sure that the blood and chakra were balanced and wouldn't cause any instability. This was one of the most dangerous parts since there was Tailed Beast chakra in the mix.
When he was finished with that two-hour process, which drained him of all his chakra, the next step was to combine the newly crafted essence with the crystal.
Arthur carefully poured the mixture onto the crystal, and as the two substances rged, the crystal began to radiate with potent chakra, and the laboratory seed to vibrate for a second.
Anyone who saw this would feel a sense of awe and trepidation, for the crystal was now capable of unleashing devastating power. Had Arthur made one wrong move in all of this, it could have resulted in catastrophic consequences.
"It's done," he finally said to himself.
With the crystal safely stored away, he turned his attention to the next phase of his creation.
'Flying raijin...'
Arthur traveled to the Sand Village under the cover of night with the tals that would be used to forge the sword. The dust of the Executioner's Blade, the Blunt Blade, the Explosive Blade, the Long Blade, and Hirakarei were all brought out.
As he smithed, he envisioned a thin, long blade capable of adapting to any combat situation. The tals were carefully folded before he hamred them into the desired shape. The process was laborious, but his dedication and skill were paying off.
He had actually failed a few tis, practically breaking the anvil. But through perseverance, he eventually yielded a magnificent sword, eight feet in length, with a single compartnt slot waiting to be filled with the refined crystal.
The blade's design was truly quite stunning due to its length and blinding sheen.
With it complete, he returned to his laboratory and turned his attention to crafting the hilt. He used the fabric from the Blunt Blade, which still retained so of its original chakra. This unique material would prove to be exceptional, as it would not only provide a comfortable grip but also enhance the sword's striking abilities.
As the hilt took shape, he felt almost too accomplished. No one had ever done what he had, and it was clear that this weapon would be like no other.
With the hilt firmly crafted and the sword now taking shape, Arthur stood to examine his work.
The eight-foot blade, gleaming in the illumination of various machines, was now ready for its most crucial component: the crystal he had painstakingly crafted and infused with blood from powerful entities of unique chakra forms.
He approached the weapon and placed the crystal into the specially designed compartnt in the hilt. The mont the crystal made contact with the grooves, a surge of chakra coursed through the room.
Almost instantly, Arthur was propelled backward, skidding against the floor of his laboratory. Despite the shock of force, he quickly composed himself, shaking off the disorientation.
As he lifted his gaze, he was t with a sight both srizing and daunting: the weapon was levitating a few feet off the ground and pulsating with colourful hues of chakra.
He could feel the vibrations in the air and hear a gentle purr emanating from the weapon's core.
'It's floating on its own...' he breathed, piecing together the phenonon. 'It must be Boltsword's Remote Control technique.'
This was quite exhilarating to behold—a weapon that had the power of all the other weapons.
He took a cautious step closer with arms slightly outstretched as he approached the levitating blade. Gripping the hilt, he felt a jolt of chakra surge through him, stronger than he had anticipated.
The weapon responded to his touch like a finely tuned instrunt, surging with natural energy, as if it were its own being.
Instinctively, Arthur was forced into his Simian Sage Mode so as not to be overwheld by the energy rushing through his body. The weapon's wild behaviour flared and twisted around him, almost as if it were like an animal trying to resist his control.
It then let out a loud screech that made Arthur say, "Kneel..."
In that mont, he felt the weapon's essence settle, calming under his guidance. Once he had grasped it fully, the blade began transforming before his very eyes.
At first, a cool liquid seeped from the weapon's forged edge, cascading down like a stream. Then the blade morphed into a translucent sli like the Six-Tails' body. Then it gradually reford back into its solid shape, now adorned with the epheral strands of orange fox hair.
Arthur had done it; he had crafted the ultimate weapon.
As the transformation completed, he stood entranced, feeling the raw elental chakras radiate from the blade. When he tried to let go, he found himself clasping on to adamantine chains that were attached to the hilt.
The weapon dangled as if wishing to be commanded further.
It was then he understood that the weapon now held a hybrid of elental powers: fire, water, steam, and ice coursed through its form.
If it was truly unleashed, who knows what damage it might cause?
"Anyone cut by this blade..." he muttered in disbelief, "would suffer tornting effects—burns, freezing, poison..."
Arthur was right in this assumption. Not only would they receive all those effects, but they would likely defecate themselves after being cut.
With a re thought, the chains returned the hilt right into his hand. Then, with a simple swing, the blade transford into pure liquid, fluid and malleable like water. Arthur marveled at the control—it felt as if he were bending nature without needing to use his chakra.
He thought of ice, and just like that, the water froze instantaneously, becoming a mass of crystalline beauty. rely thinking about what he desired could invoke powerful transformations that rivaled even his experienced jutsu.
Willing to test its potential, he stepped toward a sturdy wall in the lab, and without hesitation, he swung the weapon down in a wide arc. The blade sliced through, releasing a wave of scorching heat that carved effortlessly through the structure.
Where the edge t the wall, it not only created a clean cut but also left a molten trail of magma visibly surging from the edges.
The sight, although enough for him to grin at, kept him stoic. That was because it still wasn't complete. All it needed was additional blood mixed into its essence, enough to enhance its effects even further.
However, that didn't an it wasn't fit for combat.
A na had already ford in his mind—sothing that encapsulated the potential and turmoil that ca with wielding it. With certainty, Arthur thought, 'Blade of Chaos.'
The na represented how it would be chaos for his foes and an unstoppable force forged in destruction.
"For the word of God is quick and powerful and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Hebrews 4:12."
Arthur took a few slow steps back, eyeing the blade as it radiated heat and chakra. Gloves and armour felt insufficient before its raw essence; it was a beautiful paradox, a weapon of grandeur that could obliterate almost anything.
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