At most, Xin planned to stay the night. Tomorrow, the team would have to continue their mission.
Xin wasn't like Jiraiya, he wouldn't stay behind to teach disciples.
Besides, he had no intention of taking on any students.
In the world of Naruto, taking on disciples was practically inviting trouble.
Just look at how many students have ended up killing their teachers.
Disciples killing teachers, teachers killing disciples-it's all chaos.
This kind of situation had to be avoided, and the best way to avoid it was to have no teachers and no disciples.
Problem solved.
Xin took out his training notes and handed them to Yahiko, instructing the three on how to refine chakra and perform basic hand seals.
That night, Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato stayed with them, diligently refining their chakra.
They hoped to gain as much knowledge and guidance from Xin as they could before he left.
Unfortunately, Konan and Yahiko didn't succeed, but Nagato... managed to do it in less than three hours.
He just kept it to himself.
Deep down, Nagato still didn't trust Xin. The death of his parents left him deeply wary of Konoha ninja.
How had Nagato been nurturing the Rinnegan all this time?
That might be one of the secrets of the Rinnegan.
Shaking his head, Uzagi Xin decided it wasn't something worth concerning himself with.
In a dimly lit underground space, Uchiha Madara listened to Black Zetsu's report, surprised by what he heard:
"You're saying there's a kid in Konoha named Uzagi Xin who's highly talented? And he's already made contact with Nagato?"
"Yes," Black Zetsu's voice echoed in the underground chamber:
"At just nine years old, he already has a three-tomoe Sharingan and is skilled in genjutsu.
And his genjutsu is incredibly powerful, capable of affecting even Kage-level shinobi.
Even if they manage to break free from it, they'll suffer a mental backlash, resulting in psychological damage.
He suspect only a strong shinobi like Lord Madara could be immune to such genjutsu."
"Not bad," Uchiha Madara commented casually, though the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Black Zetsu's subtle flattery had hit the mark.
In Madara's eyes, the only true strong shinobi were himself and Hashirama Senju. The rest were trash.
"Keep an eye on him. He might not be the right candidate," Madara said.
"Understood, Lord Madara," Black Zetsu replied before slowly sinking back into the ground.
Madara closed his eyes, remaining as still as a statue.
Behind him, tubes connected him to the Gedo Statue.
Ever since the Rinnegan was transplanted into Nagato, Black Zetsu had been closely monitoring him, watching every interaction and action Nagato took.
His level of attention far exceeded that of Uchiha Madara.
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