In the Black Myō-ō state, Satori Hyūga's overall condition had improved drastically.
Offense and defense combined, he was extremely powerful.
The chakra condensed into the form of Black Myō-ō made Satori feel like a mobile artillery platform.
As long as he remained in place, a constant stream of power surged into his body.
And he could release that energy, focusing sustained fire on enemies.
Satori glanced left and right, finding no enemies present. He reined in his excitement and resisted the urge to unleash destruction.
Chukaku and the other three, however, were stunned speechless.
After a while,
Chukaku gave a bitter smile and said, "Didn't expect you to actually master the abilities of the Sage Clan's Talent. Congratulations indeed."
He looked resentful as he spoke those words.
As for Mūjin and others, they were even more distressed.
They themselves had researched it their entire lives without any results.
This person stayed only half a day, yet directly cultivated it successfully.
What an enormous gap.
Such a difference nearly shattered their spiritual resolve.
Does that make us worthless?
Amidst confusion and shock, some of them had red-rimmed eyes.
Just when greedy impulses surged and jealousy clouded their minds, Chukaku sensed something wrong and snapped the other three out of it.
He centered his breath at the dantian, projecting his voice like a ringing bronze bell.
"Three junior brothers, do not let your desires consume you!"
Hearing those words, the three shuddered both mentally and physically; their gazes gradually regained clarity.
Recalling their earlier reckless and impulsive behavior, Mūjin and others couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
Regarding their change, Satori naturally noticed everything with his own eyes and heart.
"You didn't cultivate it successfully?"
His simple question struck right at their hearts.
They wanted to tell the truth but felt ashamed—it was Fire Temple's inheritance after all.
Failure to cultivate it within one's own sect, only for an outsider to succeed, would be too shameful to admit publicly.
Satori continued, "This technique seems fairly straightforward. If you wish, I can assist you."
"Really?" Mūjin immediately asked.
Once spoken aloud, he instantly covered his mouth.
That basically amounted to confessing voluntarily.
Of course they wanted to learn—how wouldn't they?
The Sage Clan's Talent was originally a special secret technique created by ancestors based upon tales of immortals' abilities.
Generally speaking, those who successfully cultivated it were often rare prodigies with exceptional talent.
People like these usually became abbots of the Temple of Fire.
Unfortunately, in this generation, nobody succeeded in cultivating it.
Satori smiled eerily and said with pride, "I have a quick method that'll enable all of you to master it—but you must join the Shinno Organization."
Could there really be a shortcut? Their pupils contracted in shock.
However, needing to join the Shinno Organization to obtain it caused extreme reluctance among them.
As members of the Temple of Fire, they had long grown accustomed to life here and weren't willing to join the enigmatic Shinno Organization.
Even the most eager among them, Mūjin, refrained from commenting directly.
Chukaku replied, "These terms are too severe. My brothers-in-arms and I must respectfully decline."
At first, he had worried his seniors might be tempted to leave, but fortunately, their wills remained firm and they did not follow suit.
Each of them was a cornerstone of the Temple of Fire; losing even one would be devastating.
Realizing they wouldn't abandon the Temple of Fire, Satori Hyūga offered a more acceptable alternative.
"Since you refuse to join Shinno," he said, "how about agreeing to one thing for me?"
"There may come a time in the future when I require your strength. You must answer my call then."
They exchanged wary glances, each trying to discern Satori's true intent.
One conspiracy after another flickered through their minds as they assumed Satori intended to betray the organization.
Viewed in that light, it wasn't such a terrible idea after all.
The four looked at each other and quietly discussed before deciding to accept.
As the major religious sect in the Land of Fire, the Temple of Fire held lofty status and historical prestige, yet its power had always lagged behind Konoha.
Gaining access to the Sage Clan's Talent training regimen could help close the gap with Konoha—or even surpass it entirely.
At that time, the Temple of Fire would capture the Daimyo's attention, earning favor and growing even more glorious and prosperous.
Seeing them agree, Satori Hyūga's lips curled into a slight smile.
Of course, he had no intention of helping them freely. All of this was simply a step in his long-term plan—a dormant pawn awaiting its turn.
Each of the four possessed strength on par with an elite Jonin. Should a real conflict arise, their involvement would surely cause great upheaval.
By offering them the method to train as Sage Clan's Talent, Satori planned to bring all four under his command.
While their individual strength was modest, their influence was far from common.
The Temple of Fire stood as the national temple of the Land of Fire—revered and ancient, with each member bearing a name known across the land.
Satori believed that gaining control over them could one day yield great advantage.
But directly rewriting their memories would be troublesome.
The Temple of Fire's training regimen focused heavily on spiritual energy and soul cultivation, making it resistant to manipulation or alteration.
Only if they willingly opened their minds would Satori have the opportunity to weave his influence unseen.
"Come now, let me teach you the special cultivation method of the Sage Clan's Talent."
"The Sage Clan's Talent emphasizes a unique form of perception, which requires reaching a certain state of inner tranquility."
"But I've researched deeply into the field of souls and can help transform your consciousness into this unique state."
Satori spoke eloquently to the four, quoting references and examples, quickly gaining some trust.
Mūjin stepped forward first, his gaze firm as he stared at Satori Hyūga.
"Let me try first."
As the elder of the Temple of Fire's Martial Arts Hall, he valued strength above all else.
"Fine, I'll let you try first." Satori chuckled, lowered his head, and his eyes suddenly radiated strange ripples.
[Tenseigan – Manipulation of the Soul]
"Relax, don't resist. Let me control your mindset so you can reach the frequency and state required for cultivating the Sage Clan's Talent."
Under Satori's guidance, Mūjin's aura and soul began to shift.
A profound and inscrutable aura erupted from Mūjin's body, surging heavenward like a flood breaching its dam.
A low hum filled the air.
[Golden Chakra] surged forth, accompanied by countless talismanic scrolls and sacred Buddhist glyphs, swirling around him and forming a colossal golden Buddha.
It was Immovable King of Light.
Compared to Satori Hyūga's Black Myō-ō, this one exuded a far more sacred and majestic aura—grand and resplendent.
"Success. Truly the Sage Clan's talent," Zhongyuan gasped in astonishment.
Chukaku's gaze flickered with deep thought as he stared intently at Immovable King of Light. Seeing nothing amiss, Chukaku finally exhaled in relief.
"All right. Next."
Satori Hyūga fixed his gaze on the remaining three, his eyes swirling with unfathomable shadows—dark and impenetrable.
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