Dairy Farm

Stepping out of his carriage Zankoku ordered his men once more, “Bring the brat down to the doctor and tell him to give him Treatment-F.”

One of the thugs carried the passed out form of Naruto out from one of the caravans carriages and through the gate of the compound. Walking around the back of one of the buildings he knocked on the basement door. “Doctor, I’ve got one subject to be given Treatment-F, bosses orders,” he said.

“Come in, come in,” said a highly excitable voice. Pushing open the door, the thug looked around before spotting the Doctor. Shuddering at the smile she was giving the boy, the thug wanted to get out of the Doctor’s sight as soon as possible. “W-where should I put him, ma’am,” he asked quickly.

Giving a tinkling laugh at the thugs face the Doctor replied, “Put him down on the table, oh you are just going to be scrumptious I can tell,” she muttered the last bit.

As soon as she heard the door shut and the thug run away from her lab as quickly as possible the Doctor said to herself lowly, “I might as well get started,” as she looked at Naruto.