Yamaji stands in front of the sober Nine Paths Temple and strokes his gray goatee slowly, huming softly in thought and frowning wisely as the ancient sage coughs restfully and closes his both old eyes shut.

"Chakra, just a waste of potential and a pathetic replica of the divine energy clans of Gods like mine use. My grandson has done a great job in mastering Chakra in his time, but the later generations of Shinobi? A failure."