Four-Tails Roshi

Deep within the Land of Earth's interior lay a bizarre stone forest carved by wind, sand, and time.

The air was thick with the dry scent of dust, while only the wind wailed as it threaded through the stone pillars.

At the heart of this desolate land stood a figure on guard. He wore a plain, dark-purple monk's robe beneath a somewhat worn breastplate, making it clear that he was no mere ascetic.

A thick beard covered his chin, while part of his purple hair was neatly tied behind his head in a short ponytail.

At that moment, his weathered face was grave, his muscles taut, and his sharp gaze fixed unwaveringly ahead. He was Roshi, the Jinchuriki of Sun Wukong, the Four-Tails.

His opponent stood atop a towering stone pillar. The newcomer was shrouded from head to toe in a voluminous black cloak, his figure indistinct against the light. Only the mask on his face, engraved with strange fox markings, gave off a cold, mysterious gleam.

He looked down from above in utter silence, as though he had become one with the ancient stone forest, yet he radiated a suffocating pressure.

"Collector..."

Roshi's low voice broke the silence, carrying an almost imperceptible dryness.

Though he had left Iwagakure after the Second Ninja World War and spent many years wandering as a monk, that did not mean he knew nothing of the outside world.

This mysterious man's name had long spread throughout the Shinobi World, accompanied by the terrifying feat of single-handedly crushing Sunagakure and seizing the One-Tail's chakra.

The purpose of his appearance here was already self-evident.

A heavy pressure settled over Roshi.

He knew his own strength was far from weak. As a Jinchuriki, he possessed the Lava Release Kekkei Genkai and the immense chakra of the Four-Tails.