Houka put away his Lightning Armor. As he continued moving his body, allowing his high-spec consciousness to adapt to this low-spec body, he asked, "How's Naruto?"
"Without the Nine-Tails, Naruto's life signs are already on the verge of death, but..." A strange expression appeared on Shizune's face. "But he..."
"He just won't die, right?"
Houka smiled.
Shizune nodded. "Brother Houka, do you know what's going on?"
"Naruto has his own stroke of fortune. You don't need to worry—he'll wake up soon." Houka smiled, then asked, "By the way, how long was I unconscious?"
"It'll be dawn soon," Kurenai responded. "Houka, is your body really all right?"
Once day broke, Akatsuki's clone army and Impure World Reincarnation army would likely launch another offensive against them. In Houka's current state, he definitely could not fight.
"Don't worry. Let me adapt a little longer."
Houka smiled.
"Then get some proper rest." Kurenai spoke worriedly before leaving the tent with Shizune.
Afterward, Houka sat down cross-legged and began to contemplate.
There was no doubt that he had indeed received the Sage of Six Paths' understanding of power. He could even understand Tonton's cries. Clearly, this understanding encompassed every aspect, not merely combat.
Of course, what mattered most to Houka at present was still his understanding of true power.
And what the Sage of Six Paths excelled at was nothing more than the Sage's Eyes and the Sage Body.
Houka slowly closed his eyes. His pitch-black pupils gradually transformed into Three-Tomoe Sharingan, then into black-and-red Pentagram patterns.
Mangekyou ocular power flowed through his eyes as Houka carefully sensed this absurdly "fragile" ocular power.
This ocular power was like a delicate blade of grass. With a gentle twitch from Houka, it moved as easily as an arm or finger, as clear as the lines on his