He raised a hand and pointed out the window.
A breeze brushed the leaves, and moisture gathered into clouds.
"Look at the wind outside. It's a gentle hand when it brushes the leaves, a shrieking arrow when it slips through a crack in the window. It has no shape or form, yet it always comes when it should and goes when it must."
The mountain wind swept past, and the pines whispered in waves.
"It isn't in the scrolls." Uchiha Kosuke tapped the edge of the bed, the sound as light and clear as raindrops striking glazed roof tiles. "It's in the sprouting and withering of grass, in the rising of the sun and moon. Wherever you look, the Dao is there."
The others shook their aching heads at his cryptic words.
Kosuke gave a rueful smile and stopped explaining. "Perhaps once you become Fake Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, or after you're revived, you'll understand what I mean."
"Fake Ten-Tails?!"
"Revived?!"
The seven Tailed Beasts, who had been huddled together communicating through their minds, stared at Kosuke in shock. Their cries of alarm rang through the room.
"Hm?"
Madara and the others noticed that the Nine-Tails and its companions had reacted even more strongly to "Fake Ten-Tails" than to "revived." Curiosity stirred in them.
What was this Fake Ten-Tails? How could it frighten the Tailed Beasts so badly?
Seated on the bed, Kosuke lowered his gaze to the Tailed Beasts on the floor. Images from Uchiha Ping's memories flashed through his mind.
When he learned that Modified Hashirama Cells had already been injected into his body, a faint smile touched his lips.
So that was why his head had felt so heavy ever since he woke up.
When Kosuke paid them no attention, the Yin Nine-Tails and the others hurried through the