The matter of the Uchiha was temporarily set aside, but as for how Takeshi had been rescued, the currently evasive Raku seemed reluctant to let Takeshi know.
Takeshi didn't make a fuss—he could always ask Obito and the others later.
Watching Raku leave the tent, Takeshi sat on the bed and rotated his shoulder a bit, preparing to welcome his teammates.
But then...
Where is everyone?
Where are my teammates?
They were crowding around me just a while ago—where did they all go?
Did they just go about their business after seeing I woke up?
It was understandable for Might Guy and the others—they belonged to Raku's squad. But what about the members of my own team?
Takeshi, about to get dizzy from shaking his head, stopped the meaningless motion and began to sense his surroundings.
"So that's how it is..."
Through sensory perception, he understood why no one had come to visit him.
That bastard Raku had stationed two Root members at the entrance. Clearly, he didn't intend to let anyone else come in and check on him.
"Boring."
Curling back under the blanket, Takeshi, with nothing better to do, decided to go chat with Isobu again—especially to ask how to take control of his chakra.
"Yo, Isobu."
Arriving in front of the familiar cell door, Takeshi greeted the giant creature before him.
Isobu: Zzzzz... Hm?
Isobu, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his eyes and looked at Takeshi with obvious disdain.
That's right—Takeshi swore he saw the word "disgust" in Isobu's eyes!
"Why are you here again?"
Lazily swaying his tail, Isobu seemed completely uninterested.
"Aw, don't be like that. We're going to be together for decades, right? Isn't it perfectly normal for me to come and chat?"
Takeshi sat cross-legged in front of the cell, not caring that the ground beneath was soaked. After all, this was his own mental space—he could do whatever he wanted.
"Oh, right—you're the one who healed my injuries, right? Thanks for that."
Seeing that Isobu still looked as disinterested as ever, Takeshi searched for a topic to try and close the distance between them.
"Injuries?"
Isobu propped himself up with his forearms, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
No one knew how long he thought for—so long that Takeshi nearly dozed off—before Isobu finally muttered:
"Oh, you should be thanking yourself."
Thank myself? What does that mean?
Takeshi tilted his head, looking at Isobu with a confused expression.
Reading Takeshi's look, Isobu, though reluctant to explain, had a feeling that if he didn't say something, this annoying little human would take up permanent residence here. So he patiently explained:
"Because your sealing technique is poorly executed, you couldn't utilize the chakra I condensed. That uncontrolled chakra ran wild in your body and, by coincidence, healed your wounds. You should be thanking that blonde woman—if she hadn't intervened, your chakra would've burst out of your body."
"That dangerous?"
After hearing Isobu's explanation, Takeshi looked visibly shaken.
He thought his sealing technique wasn't too bad. Maybe Four Symbols Seal was just too advanced for him?
Man, I'm really bad at this... Flying Thunder God—unskilled. Sealing arts—unskilled. Ice Release—unskilled. Five basic nature transformations—unskilled. Taijutsu—also unskilled...
And yet I'm still alive on the battlefield?
Once this war is over, I'm definitely applying to train in seclusion somewhere remote...
"Wait, you said the previous seal prevented me from using your chakra?" Takeshi suddenly caught onto something.
Isobu nodded.
"Yes. There were many flaws in the formula. It couldn't properly integrate with your chakra network."
"What about after Tsunade-sama reinforced it?"
"You can now condense it normally."
"So that means I can use your chakra now?"
"That's one way to put it. But we still haven't reached the level of synchronization required, so the amount you can use is very limited."
Is it just me, or does Isobu sound like he thinks I'm kinda dumb?
Swaying his tail, Isobu laid down again.
"Once you gradually adapt to my chakra, you'll be able to attempt Tailed Beast Transformation."
"Oh right—let me teach you a technique."
Seeing that Takeshi still had no intention of leaving, Isobu decided to throw him a bone to buy himself some peace.
Forced out of the mental space, Takeshi's eyes snapped open in reality. He let out a helpless smile.
"What a lazy Tailed Beast... Coral Palm, huh..."
Muttering the name of the jutsu Isobu had taught him, Takeshi rubbed his hands together, eager to find a place to train.
Completely unaware that a straight-backed figure was standing just a few steps away from him.
"Unfilial son."
The familiar term rang out, and Takeshi's neck creaked like rusted metal as he slowly turned toward the voice.
"Dad..."
Forcing a smile that looked worse than crying, Takeshi greeted Danzo.
"Hmph."
Danzo snorted coldly, saying nothing, just fixing his lone eye on Takeshi with an unblinking stare.
Under the intense gaze, Takeshi's nerves frayed. His social instincts kicked into overdrive. Ignoring the fact that his clothes were crooked, he jumped down from the bed, dragged a stool over, and placed it behind Danzo. Then he put on his most flattering smile and invited him to sit.
Although satisfied with his son's reaction, Danzo didn't show it. He kept his tone cold.
"Utterly foolish—to fall for such an obvious trap from a single piece of false intel."
"Doesn't that just mean I've got a lot of room to grow...?" Takeshi replied playfully, carefully watching Danzo's expression.
"Enough. Tell me exactly what happened—every detail."
Though he'd already received some information from Raku, Danzo wanted to hear it directly from his son.
Takeshi dared not delay and recounted everything in detail. He even told Danzo about sealing the Tailed Beast within himself and that their current relationship was relatively stable.
After all, if he didn't make that clear, he might end up like Kushina—confined to a restricted area.
That was absolutely unacceptable for Takeshi.
After hearing about the Tailed Beast sealed inside his son, Danzo didn't scold him for being reckless like Tsunade had. Instead, he felt a rare trace of pride in his son's courage.
He had inherited a bit of his old man's fearlessness.
Of course, Danzo would never praise him openly—especially since this foolish son had fallen for such an amateur-level trick. From the way Takeshi described the situation, Danzo had already identified at least three glaring flaws.
Not exactly a genius...
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