Deepest part of the Anbu Headquarters underground.
The Three-Tails Jinchuriki was slumped against the iron gate. Through the small window in the gate, he looked longingly at his cellmate in the opposite room: the Four-Tails Jinchuriki, Roshi.
Roshi was currently sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, chanting scriptures. His expression was serene, like a highly enlightened monk.
"Roshi, stop chanting and talk to me."
The Three-Tails Jinchuriki was named Chōzaburō. He was originally an Ordinary Kirigakure Anbu Ninja, but unfortunately, he was caught by Orochimaru and made into the new Three-Tails Jinchuriki.
Having only recently become a Jinchuriki, with no one to guide him, and coupled with his inherent fear of Tailed Beasts, Chōzaburō had no idea how to communicate with the Three-Tails.
The Three-Tails Isobu, on the other hand, was in a bad mood after losing his companion Karatachi Yagura. Furthermore, since Chōzaburō wasn't making any effort, Isobu was too lazy to talk. It simply stayed in the Sealing World, sleeping soundly.
Therefore, in this cold and quiet underground prison, the only one Chōzaburō could talk to normally was Roshi, the Four-Tails Jinchuriki.
"Roshi, Roshi, Roshi..." Chōzaburō nagged incessantly, like a death knell.
Roshi's serene expression gradually broke. Chōzaburō's voice was like demonic music drilling into his brain, making his head feel like it was splitting open.
"Chōzaburō, be quiet!"
Roshi opened his eyes and looked helplessly through the small window at Chōzaburō's pale face opposite him. He said, "Don't disturb my cultivation."
Cultivation?
Don't lie to me. Our Tailed Beasts and Chakra are sealed. What cultivation are you even talking about?
Chōzaburō grumbled inwardly, but dared not show any of it on his face. He said, "Roshi, where are we now? How long will they keep us here? What is their purpose? Will we be imprisoned until we