Defeating him meant the San Bugyo would become one of Kyosuke's cards—or, in other words, a battle slave.
However, Kyosuke had no plans for him, and he wasn't worth sending to the experimentation table.
"Leave behind the training method for the Eight Inner Gates Formation, and I'll give you the greatest degree of freedom I can."
The greatest degree of freedom meant he wouldn't restrict the man's movements under normal circumstances.
Except in especially critical situations, the man could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't cause trouble for the Uchiha.
For someone who'd spent every day locked in a cell, with even his movements restricted, such terms were nothing short of divine grace.
Afraid Kyosuke might change his mind, the San Bugyo hurriedly nodded and agreed, planning to write down the training method for the Eight Inner Gates Formation as soon as he got back.
He would also summarize his own experience while he was at it.
At that moment, he looked nothing like the man who'd sworn he would kill Kyosuke earlier.
Kyosuke himself didn't particularly care.
The man was only trying to find a way to survive. Even ants clung to life, let alone a living, breathing person like the San Bugyo.
Of course, if Kyosuke had been the one using the Eight Inner Gates Formation, the fight would never have stopped at opening the Fifth Gate.
If their roles had been reversed, he would have shown the San Bugyo exactly what cruelty meant.
After two consecutive battles that had surpassed all reasonable limits, the atmosphere at the venue had reached its breaking point.
The organizers had initially wanted to arrange a fight to stop Kyosuke, but then they reconsidered. A man like him was better kept around.
So what if they lost a little