(Y/N) YAWNED, sitting inside the materials shed. He tucked his legs in and wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees and almost dozing off right then and there. "We can rebuild!" He heard Kokuyo shout outside, perking up at the sound of cheers. He begrudgingly stood up and opened the door to the outside.
He walked over to the lab, peeking his head at Senku, Gen and Kohaku. Senku noticed his friend and grinned at him, beckoning him over. "We'll get 'em with a preemptive strike," Senku continued the conversation they were having as (Y/N) walked over to sit at the table. The (h/c)-haired male swung his legs as he listened to them talk. "With a fun little scientific invention." His leek-haired friend finished.
The kendo user had an inkling of what Senku was talking about, but didn't go out of his way to inform Gen and Kohaku of his thoughts. He knew that Senku would tell them anyways so why bother. (Y/N) looked around the lab silently as the trio continued talking. " 'In modern warfare, the one who controls this, wins!!' " Senku quoted. "The most powerful weapon in Humanity's two million years of existence."
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"THE PROCESS FOR making the restorative formula itself is simple." Senku explained. "Even so, we couldn't revive any statue other than (n/n) over there." He gestured to the male who lazing about again. "And that's because we're missing the ingredient, Nitric Acid." Senku sighed. "You can make it out of poop or shells. But it takes ridiculously long, and you need a shit-ton of materials too." He explained further, placing his arms on his hips. "Without Nitric Acid, we can't even make the gunpowder for guns. This inconsistency will clearly expose our deception to Tsukasa." The leek-head cackled, "Kukuku. In reality, we don't even have any leftovers to speak of!"
Kohaku tilted her head in confusion, "But then how were you able to make this restorative formula for the prince?" Senku sweatdropped at the title she referred to his friend as, not expecting the nickname he gave the (h/c)-haired male to stick with them. He sighed again, "To be completely honest, the Nitric Acid I had left was barely enough to revive one person."
"It's one of the reasons why it took so long to revive him. If I had just merely poured the remaining acid I had on him it wouldn't have a had any chance of working on him." Senku started explaining, keeping his gaze on the (e/c)-eyed male who was drawing on the ground. He raised his eyebrow, curious as to what his childhood friend was drawing, and walked over to where (Y/N) was sitting.
"The Nitric Acid I had set aside was for reviving (n/n) in the first place, I just had to find him at that point." Senku grumbled, "But then Tsukasa came along, and I couldn't even find time to look for this prince." He crouched down next to (Y/N) peering over what the male was drawing with a stick. Kohaku 'oh'ed in response to his explanation, but Gen seemed even more confused.
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"Then how did you get his statue if you were busy running away from Tsukasa-chan?" The mentalist questioned, approaching the two crouching on the dirt. The scientist looked up at him with a grin, "For once in my life, my luck was good enough to encounter Ouji's statue while Kohaku and I were on our way to the village." Kohaku nodded, "I still remember how you choked when you spotted him amongst the trees." She smirked smugly as the leek-head sent a playful glare her way, his cheeks flushing lightly. "ANYWAYS." Senku cleared his throat and diverted the topic.
