Chapter 57: Uzumaki
Unlike the other monks, who slumbered soundly, Arthur woke up well before dawn.
The transformation technique, thankfully, wasn't a strain. It required minimal chakra and held its form for extended periods, even when he wasn't focusing on it.
He slipped out of the sleeping chamber, his destination being the koi pond again—the area with the highest concentration of the Temple's unique chakra.
Following the scroll's instructions, he hadn't eaten breakfast. Apparently, fasting allowed for a more efficient absorption process.
Fasting itself was a spiritual principle, one that helped those on earth endure their austere lifestyle. Arthur was no stranger to it and was more than willing to try.
He settled down in his usual spot with his eyes closed, focusing his chakra while steadying his breathing.
The cool air filled his lungs, tinged with a subtle energy he associated with the Hermit's Gift. It was a slow, meticulous, and almost meditative process in and of itself. Time passed; hours went by with him in a still position.
The koi continued swimming, oblivious to the transformation taking place within Arthur. Just as he felt a noticeable increase in power coursing through his veins, he heard a harsh voice nearby.
"Sora! You clumsy oaf! Look at what you've done! You spilled my tea all over my robes!"
Arthur partially opened his eyes, his gaze shifting towards the source of the commotion.
A group of three young monks stood huddled around a figure kneeling on the ground. The figure, a lanky child with a mop of messy hair, cowered under their accusatory glare.