Hello, everyone. My name is Asura.
I was feeling awful right now.
Ever since my uncle fished me out of the Pure Land, my days had been pretty miserable.
First came the forced bondage play, then having my chakra sucked dry by the Box of Ultimate Bliss.
This uncle of mine had been oppressing me in utterly terrifying ways all along.
I wanted to resist, but through Six Paths Power, I discovered that there were countless talismans inside my body.
No, that wasn't the right way to put it.
It was more like there was a little bit of body mixed in among all those talismans.
It was simply ridiculous.
Asura had never imagined that this uncle of his could be so cautious.
He had spent nearly four or five days hiding in a corner, secretly using Six Paths Power to wear away those talismans, yet he hadn't even erased a tenth of them.
(⊙︿⊙)
And all he had wanted was to talk some sense into his misguided older brother, only for his brother to stuff a sandbag straight into his mouth.
Fine, so he had gagged him. But it was still in there even now.
He was on the battlefield already! Even if he hadn't come willingly.
Even so, he, Asura, the second successor of Ninshu, ought to count as a renowned figure in the history of the Shinobi World, right?
Yet here he was, fighting with a sandbag in his mouth.
If word got out, his thousand-year reputation would be ruined!~
Looking at his descendants, who had clearly noticed him, Asura sighed helplessly. Yes, the air came out through his nostrils.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph."
He tried to speak, but the sandbag blocked his mouth tight.
Seriously, where had his brother found such a perfectly sized sandbag?
Asura withdrew