Great Compassion Thousand-Armed Form

That night, Guy returned to his room.

Ebisu, Genma, and Chiriku were all there, clearly waiting for him.

When the two saw Guy, strange expressions appeared on their faces.

Clearly, Chiriku had told them that he was about to be promoted to head of the Martial Monk Hall.

Thinking about it, that made sense.

They had only just told Guy that the Fire Temple's abbot intended to cultivate him.

Yet in the blink of an eye, Guy had become the Fire Temple's second-in-command.

Who wouldn't find that strange?

Chiriku stepped forward, pressed his palms together, and respectfully said:

"Greetings, Head."

Guy waved his hand, somewhat helpless.

"Senior Brother Chiriku, the appointment ceremony is three days from now. I'm not the Head yet."

Chiriku nodded slightly and did not insist. Instead, he said:

"I'll rest in another meditation chamber tonight. I'll leave this place to you so you can catch up."

Guy returned the gesture.

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother Chiriku."

"Oh, right. In a few days, I'll be moving into the abbot's meditation chamber."

Chiriku did not say anything more.

He merely gave Guy another look, his gaze somewhat complicated, before turning and leaving the room.

The moment Chiriku left, Ebisu immediately leaned in and pushed up his sunglasses.

"Guy, you're even going to sleep with the Fire Temple's abbot? What treatment... tsk tsk."

Guy glared at him irritably.

"I'm just moving into the abbot's meditation chamber! What do you mean, sleep together? That sounds awful!"

Ebisu chuckled, but he quickly put away his teasing expression and asked seriously:

"Guy, should we report your promotion to Head to Lord Fourth as usual?"

Guy nodded lightly.

"This can't be kept secret anyway. There are so many people at the Fire Temple watching. The news will reach Konoha sooner or