Weapons Do Not Need Emotions

In the dark, silent mental world, Shukaku opened his eyes once more and stared fixedly at the figure that had quietly appeared before him.

"Glasses-wearing brat, I advise you not to go too far. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind telling Rasa about your existence. At worst, we'll go down together!" Shukaku said furiously.

But because his voice was too shrill, the threat sounded more like a shrew scolding someone in the street.

Simu lightly adjusted his glasses and chuckled. "Mr. Shukaku, don't be in such a hurry."

Shukaku nearly snapped at those words. "Not in a hurry? I'm a dignified Tailed Beast, damn it! If you've got the guts, let me out and fight me fair and square. What's with constantly using someone else's seal to absorb my Chakra?"

Seriously, not in a hurry?

Ever since the beginning, every night after Gaara swallowed that damned Military Ration Pill, Simu would appear right on schedule.

Using a Sealing Technique adapted from the Uzumaki Clan, he worked with the seal Rasa had left behind to plunder Shukaku's Chakra.

Afterward, it was transferred outside through Blood-Spirit Worms, then divided among Black Beetles within a barrier. The Tailed Beast Chakra was then transported to Simu's desert base for analysis and research.

Shukaku had endured this life for several months already!

As one of the Tailed Beasts once created by the Sage of Six Paths, Shukaku had once been a mighty monster feared by all. Yet now, he had become someone else's power bank?

This was unbearable!

Simu merely spread his hands slightly, with not the slightest trace of apology on his face.

"Mr. Shukaku, there's no need to play dumb in front of me."

A cold glint flashed across his glasses.

"You felt it too, didn't you? Every time I drew Chakra from you, the