Temple of Fire, meditation room.
"Cough, cough, cough." The Old Monk leaned on a chair, looking to be in poor condition.
Sealing the Nine-Tails completely had been harder than he'd imagined.
Yang Power was a high-grade resource that was consumed when used, much like Senjutsu Chakra. It would take the Old Monk a long time to gather it again.
"Uchiha." Whenever he thought of the boy who had stolen the sword, his breathing grew heavier.
But the situation was out of his hands. The Uchiha were powerful, and the Temple of Fire was no match for them.
What good would getting angry do?
A bunch of weakling ninja monks could be wiped out in an instant by a few Three Tomoe Uchiha. Only the Old Monk might survive.
"Alas." Slowly rising from his chair, the Old Monk decided to put the matter aside for now.
Suddenly, his body shuddered, and his eyes widened in shock.
Several black rods had pierced the Old Monk's body without him noticing.
If he hadn't instinctively shifted to the side, they would have struck his heart.
"This is a little easier than I expected." Jigen stood on the table and smiled faintly. Using his Sukuna Hiko ocular technique, he could shrink himself until he was invisible to the naked eye.
Unless he made physical contact with his target, most sensory abilities were useless against him.
Jigen's reason for attacking the Old Monk was simple: he wanted to see whether pure Yang Power could repair his body, which was damaged beyond recognition.
The chances were slim, but he had no other way to try.
To minimize the risk of injury, Jigen had asked the Uchiha brat to make the first move. The plan had worked perfectly. The Old Monk had exhausted his power, and Jigen could