Chapter 412 - 8-Tails
A WEEK HAD PASSED SINCE Arthur first arrived among the monks, and now he found himself awake in the dead of night.
Throughout those seven days, he had made a notable impression among the monks. They had taken to calling him "Cloud Dancer," a nickname that reflected the way he moved during combat: fluid, swift, and almost impossible to pin down.
It was a compliment, though Arthur knew it was also a reflection of their fascination. His fighting style was unlike anything they’d seen before since it blended speed with high-level offensive strikes.
He had also sparred with B and A more than once. They had pushed him hard without chakra while trying to test his limits. But the results often remained the same: bringing him down was darn near impossible.
That only fueled their curiosity.
Since those sessions, they’d been barking at him for more matches. Who could blame them? They’d never encountered someone with his durability, nor had they seen anyone fight with such ease, as if the rules of physics didn’t apply to him.
Arthur’s body had indeed become a little lighter than when he first arrived here. However, he had no desire to indulge their interest further. When they’d ask, he’d claim that he was sore and needed time to recover.
In truth, he could have always healed himself. Yet he didn’t want to reveal more of his skills. Not yet, anyways.
Besides, he still had a target to find: the Eight Tails.
That was his other reason for laying low: to spend his free time observing the congregation, learning their routines, patterns, and behaviours. The monks were disciplined and predictable in some ways but also unpredictable in others. Their movements and signals told him much about their plans, and from that, he’d gleaned the best moment to make his move.
Right now, he currently stood upright in his bed as his eyes scanned the entire congregation. They were all asleep with only a few guards patrolling the grounds.
Tonight, he decided, was that moment.