Hiruko had broken into the Temple of Fire to seize its unique inheritance.
What he sought to take was the Talent of the Sage Clan.
He planned to capture ninjas with special abilities throughout the ninja world, absorb them, and turn them into his own strength.
The Temple of Fire was his first target.
But he had never expected to run into such an unexpected windfall as Shinji here.
Even before defecting from Konoha, he had seen Kakashi's Sharingan and confirmed that Dojutsu could be transplanted. To that end, he had secretly planted a Puppet Curse on Kakashi, intending to devour him with the Chimera Technique someday and claim the Sharingan for himself.
But now, he had found an even better target.
"Hehehehe!"
Hiruko split his stitched-looking lips apart, his gaze so greedily feverish that it locked onto Shinji without wavering.
"I'll break all four of your limbs and take you away."
Every hair on Shinji's body stood on end, and a chill shot from his spine straight to his scalp.
Damn, a pervert has his eyes on me?
If I get the chance, I'm definitely chopping this guy to pieces!
He glanced at the Ninja Monks who had collapsed on the ground, irritation surging in his heart.
If these people had not held them back, Tsunade's Hemophobia would not have flared up, and he would not have been left to face this deadly battle alone.
Shinji narrowed his eyes as his scarlet Sharingan slowly spun.
In his vision, three completely different types of chakra inside Hiruko had been forcibly fused together—chaotic, violent, and full of flaws.
This was his chance.
He gripped his short sword with both hands, flicked his wrist, and spun the blade in a flourish as he lunged forward.
Without a word of nonsense, his blade