Body Explosion

Isobu felt incredibly unlucky today. Or rather, ever since that old man of the Six Paths had created him, he had never been this unlucky.

Last time, someone named Senju Hashirama had tied him up like a rice dumpling. But he really had not cared. Tied up was tied up; being stuffed inside a human was no big deal either. He did not like moving around much anyway—sleeping was sleeping, wherever he did it.

But this time was different. He had eaten quite a few things by now, but this was the first time he had encountered something that could keep causing trouble even after entering his stomach. He had been sleeping perfectly well, only to be woken up by the noise.

Of the two forces running wild inside his body, one was very familiar. Wasn't it that guy who had always thought he could control him**? What a joke. Ever since that person, who could truly control a Tailed Beast? It was only a bit of chakra. Use it if they wanted to—it was not even worth a layer of blanket.

Oh, he seemed to have the Sharingan. But so what? He still could not reach his spirit core. To Tailed Beasts, physical form was merely a false shell derived from their true selves, something they could discard at any time and never needed to care about. There had only ever been one person capable of making Tailed Beasts willingly obey without being able to resist, but that person had long since died. Back then, the nine of them had still been one whole.

If not for his prior agreement with that old man of the Six Paths, these humans would not even be qualified to make use of their shells. Did they really think the power of Tailed