The Uchiha clan robe perfectly concealed and insulated Rikusei from the pain covering his body.
After lamenting Hashirama's situation, Madara immediately proposed training that would let him experience the power of the Rinnegan.
Rikusei forced his back straight, piecing together a body that felt ready to fall apart from pain. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he responded to the clan members who greeted him along the way.
"Phew—"
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Teacher's haughty expression from earlier still replayed vividly in his mind.
"This body is far too frail. It can't even withstand chakra being infused into it."
That merciless voice still echoed in Rikusei's ears.
His slightly trembling arm lifted his sleeve, revealing bruises scattered across his wrist and spreading along the veins toward his elbow.
As he smoothed down his sleeve, Rikusei was certain that was not the reason at all.
"Shinra Tensei."
"Banshō Ten'in."
Inside the Auditorium, the man casually manipulating attraction and repulsion watched him with concealed delight as he fell onto the wooden floor, got up, was blasted away again, fell again, and repeated the cycle.
It was supposedly taijutsu training called reincarnation.
They were all excuses. He simply wanted to beat Rikusei up one-sidedly.
Taking advantage of the fading dusk, Rikusei slowly pushed open the door to his home, skillfully found the medical kit, and removed his robe to tend to his wounds.
Having Teacher heal him? Not a chance.
"Blood and tears always accompany the road to growth. Remember this pain imbued with the power of the Sage of Six Paths. It will be one of the many flavors you taste on your path to the pinnacle."
True enough.
Someone with Ashura's healing power could certainly talk tough.
"Hiss—"
Thin threads of blood seeped from