Staring at the scripture pavilion before him, ornately carved and steeped in an ancient, sacred aura, Satori Hyūga strode in without hesitation.
He could sense several powerful warrior monks inside the pavilion, but he dismissed them entirely.
Merely elite Jonin-level strength—hardly enough to stop him.
As he pushed open the grand doors of the scripture pavilion, four ninja stood waiting, each with an imposing, wrathful presence like guardian deities.
"Traveler, may we ask where you come from?"
Chukaku, a short monk radiating holy energy, stepped forward from the center.
Satori replied, "I come from where I came. I go to where I must go."
He was quoting something he'd seen on TV in his past life.
But this cryptic reply caught the four off guard, leaving them momentarily speechless, their prepared words forgotten.
After a pause, Chukaku in front finally spoke again.
"Traveler, this is the Temple of Fire's scripture pavilion, holding its deepest secrets. Please leave now."
"If you depart at once, we can pretend nothing ever happened. Otherwise... it seems we'll have no choice but to fight."
Though his tone lacked hostility, it carried undeniable firmness—one could easily foresee the battle that would follow if they refused.
Still, Satori was never one to back down, especially not while hiding his identity.
He gave a mocking snort and declared, "What, is the Temple of Fire so mighty?"
"I go where I wish and leave when I will. You won't be able to stop me."
"Today, I'm taking a look inside this scripture pavilion. No matter what."
After all, wasn't this why he came—to obtain the Temple's inherited knowledge? He couldn't possibly give up halfway.
With that, his body suddenly activated the Eight Gates. Dark chakra chains lashed out, striking toward the four monks.
Oppressive pressure bore down on them, as if marked by the gaze of a primal ancient beast.
Chukaku's expression changed drastically. He leapt backward, narrowly avoiding the dark chains, then stared intently at Satori and demanded, "Who are you really? What connection do you have with the Shinno Organization?"
Satori answered calmly, "Of course I am part of Shinno. What about it? Are you planning to avenge the Great Daimyo of the Land of Rice Fields?"
Just as Satori braced himself for battle, Chukaku unexpectedly stopped. Folding both hands together respectfully, he bowed deeply.
"No, no, no—the Great Daimyo of the Land of Rice Fields is none of our concern. On behalf of the common folk, I personally thank the Shinno Organization for distributing the seeds that ended the famine."
"If you wish to read within the scripture pavilion, then please, feel free."
His voice was resolute. Without delay, he stepped aside, creating a clear path for Satori to enter.
Seeing them yield, Satori marched straight in without a hint of fear.
In the future, this very Temple would fall to Hidan—proof enough of how unremarkable its strength truly was among the elite.
He feared no scheme they might devise.
Once inside the scripture pavilion, Satori started browsing the sutras and secret techniques. One of the monks couldn't suppress his agitation any longer.
"What then? Are you going to kick him out of the Temple of Fire?"
"You saw what happened too. Do you think you can take on someone with all Eight Gates open—legendary as it is?"
Chukaku opened his mouth, then shut it again helplessly.
He knew his elder brother was right.
The opponent arrived with fierce aggression and overwhelming arrogance, yet their temple had absolutely no countermeasures.
Though the four of them were strong, their strength wasn't limitless.
If they couldn't handle this foe, the Temple of Fire would surely suffer great losses today.
With a sigh, he muttered, "I wish Hama and Chiriku were still here at the Temple of Fire. With their talents and abilities, maybe they could drive that person away."
Both were rare prodigies seldom seen in the Temple of Fire—gifted beyond measure and possessing extraordinary talent.
However, Hama harbored complicated desires and sought wealth and honor, so he left to become one of the Twelve Guardian Shinobi of the Fire Daimyo.
Chiriku, worried that Hama might do something reckless, had no choice but to follow along.
If these two were still at the Temple of Fire, perhaps together they could resist this mysterious stranger.
But even this was just speculation—they weren't certain whether they could actually defeat the enemy.
After all, the organization Shinno belonged to was known for its mysterious origins. They had once slain the Great Daimyo of the Land of Rice Fields and fought Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, to a stalemate.
Such strength had already reached the pinnacle level within the ninja world.
Inside the scripture pavilion,
Satori Hyūga casually leafed through scrolls, secret techniques, and ninjutsu manuals, jotting down notes as he went.
He discovered that the techniques of the Temple of Fire were quite profound but extremely difficult to master.
The Temple's teachings emphasized mindset and willpower above all, placing high demands on chakra control.
And precisely because of that, monks of the Temple of Fire could accomplish feats ordinary ninja could only dream of.
For example, molding chakra into weapon-like shapes.
At this moment, Satori finally understood how Chiriku performed the Senju Thousand Hands Kill technique.
The summoning of the Thousand-Armed Kannon and the manifestation of the Vajra King's true form likely stemmed from special chakra formations fueled by spiritual energy.
While observing and learning, Satori also began experimenting.
He realized that after its evolution, his Tenseigan no longer prioritized combat or destruction—it had shifted toward soul manipulation instead.
Possibly related to absorbing Moryo's dark energy.
Because of this, Satori found himself incredibly suited to the Temple's inherited ninjutsu.
Before long, Satori figured out the general direction of the Temple's cultivation path.
With the aid of the Tenseigan, his training advanced remarkably quickly and effortlessly.
Satori pressed his palms together, forming the Fudō-in (Immovable Wisdom King Seal).
In an instant, chakra erupted from within his body, swiftly circulating through meridians and acupoints before bursting outside.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A violent gust howled through the air as waves of chakra surged outward. The atmospheric pressure dropped sharply, turning icy cold.
This eerie phenomenon instantly drew Chukaku's attention—and that of the others too.
"Oh no—it isn't something wrong happening inside the scripture pavilion, is it?"
The four rushed toward where Satori was studying and froze in shock the moment they arrived, shouting aloud.
"This is impossible."
Satori Hyūga's body began overflowing with Dark Chakra, continuously surging out and solidifying outside his body, forming a massive Black Myō-ō.
The Black Myō-ō had a ferocious countenance, a gigantic frame, three heads, and six arms wielding various weapons, looking absolutely terrifying.
To ordinary villagers, it would seem as though a malevolent god had descended to bring destruction upon the world.
But to Chukaku and the others, it was clear that Satori had received the true teachings of the Temple of Fire and truly mastered the Sage Clan's Talent.
However, its appearance seemed somewhat strange and unusually menacing.
At this moment, Satori Hyūga also raised his head, staring at the Black Myō-ō that had manifested above him.
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