Under the cover of heavy rain, a seemingly ordinary caravan, treading muddy roads, quietly infiltrated this land soaked in pain and rain.
Leading the way was the disguised Fourth Kazekage, Rasa.
The elites behind him reined in their sharpness, trying to make themselves appear more normal.
This time they were smarter, they wouldn't act alone.
Surprisingly, as they delved deep into the heart of the Land of Rain, they encountered no interception or inspection.
Rasa's cautious heart swelled a little. "A small country is, after all, a small country. Both its intelligence network and border defenses are far less robust than those of my Land of Wind."
"It seems Hanzo's so-called title of Demigod has long since decayed with the years."
After a bit of showing off, Rasa took out a map and marked a few locations.
"Once we find Hanzo, we'll swarm him and kill him."
"Understood."
Just as Rasa issued the order, at the top of the highest tower in Amegakure, sheets of folded paper suddenly flew through the sky, converging to form a beautiful girl with long blue hair. She wore the Akatsuki's black robe with auspicious clouds and a ring on her hand.
"Pain, they've arrived."
Konan's voice was very calm. "Rasa, the Kazekage of Sunagakure, and quite a few so-called elites."
Pain closed his eyes, feeling the feedback from the Rain Tiger at Will Technique.
This was a unique ability of the Rinnegan. Pain infused Chakra into the rainwater to monitor the entire village.
A few minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes. "Sunagakure's greed and arrogance have made them forget reverence. It seems the previous lesson was not enough for them to truly experience pain."
Konan tilted her head slightly and asked, "Should I go again this time?"
Pain shook his head. "I will go personally."
Although Madara wanted them to minimize their actions, given the current situation, Pain no longer wished to tolerate it.
Sunagakure's repeated provocations were a blasphemy against God.
Moreover, Madara wasn't exactly keeping a low profile either, was he?
Meanwhile, Rasa and his group were moving stealthily.
Suddenly, a chilling coldness, originating from the depths of their souls, struck without warning, as if they were being targeted by something terrifying.
Rasa's hairs stood on end, and he sharply looked up. Not far in front of them, a yellow-haired man dressed in the same black robe appeared out of thin air like a ghost. Beside him, quietly suspended, was Konan, who had been on the tower just now.
"We've been discovered."
Rasa's gaze swept over the familiar style of the black robe, instantly associating it with the troublesome Kakuzu, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"The same attire as Kakuzu. You two are also Orochimaru's lackeys."
Pain's face was devoid of any expression. His eerie purple eyes looked down at Rasa from above, as if staring at an insignificant ant.
He slowly spoke, "Orochimaru? Does he even dare to try and control…God?"
Rasa sneered, dismissing the talk of gods.
Standing before this presumptuous guy was the supreme leader of Sunagakure, one of the Five Great Ninja villages, and the strongest ninja in the village, the Kazekage.
He abruptly formed hand signs, and the ground beneath his feet rumbled.
Massive amounts of gold dust, like a golden raging tide, roared and shot into the sky, surging towards Pain and Konan with destructive force.
The Sunagakure elites behind him also attacked simultaneously. Wind Release, poisonous sand, and throwing weapons rained down like a dense downpour.
Facing the roaring golden serpent and the sky-filling Ninjutsu, Pain merely raised one hand indifferently.
Shinra Tensei.
An irresistible, terrifying repulsive force exploded from him as its center.
The magnificent gold dust, as if hitting an invisible wall, was instantly shattered and disintegrated. Wind blades and throwing weapons were fiercely repelled by this overwhelming power.
The Sunagakure ninjas bore the brunt, being severely struck by their own attacks and the back-flowing torrent of sand.
Screams rose one after another.
The solid rocky ground was plowed into deep furrows by the repulsive force, and surrounding trees were uprooted.
"How is this possible?" Rasa's pupils constricted.
He barely managed to block the recoil by fully manipulating the gold dust to form a shield.
A casual wave of the opponent's hand possessed such devastating power?
"Bansho Ten'in." Pain's indifferent voice rang out again.
A completely opposite, irresistibly powerful suction force instantly enveloped Rasa. He felt as if an invisible giant hand was clutching his throat. His entire body uncontrollably lifted off the ground and was violently yanked towards Pain.
He struggled desperately, manipulating the gold dust to try and anchor himself. But in the face of that terrifying gravitational pull, everything seemed futile.
A black rod pierced through Rasa's body, but the familiar sensation wasn't there.
"Hmm? A Shadow Clone?"
Pain slowly raised his right hand. "Troublesome insect."
…
A few minutes later, a black rod pierced through Rasa's throat and the Fourth Kazekage stopped moving.
It was then that the Sunagakure ninjas let out hysterical roars of fury.
Dance of the Shikigami.
Swish... Swish...
Countless paper spears struck down one Sunagakure ninja after another.
"Rasa's corpse goes to Sasori."
—
While Rasa's group fought Pain and Konan in a chaotic battle, Satoshi had already returned to his residence via the Flying Thunder God mark.
It was already past midnight.
Aside from the bitter workers urgently repairing collapsed houses and broken streets, hardly anyone else could be seen.
Occasionally, they would curse under their breath about the damned Konoha ninja, who should be captured and sent to the desert to dig for gold twenty-four hours a day.
Most villagers had long since hidden in their homes, still shaken.
The defensive strength of Sunagakure, after successive blows and deployments, was unprecedentedly weak at this moment. This extreme vulnerability gave the mischievous Satoshi an excellent opportunity.
After using his Sharingan on a Sunagakure Anbu to ascertain the location of the treasury, he quietly snuck over.
At the entrance stood several guards with wary expressions.
In Satoshi's eyes, the three-tomoe Sharingan rotated silently.
A powerful Genjutsu instantly invaded their exhausted minds.
The two guards stiffened, their eyes instantly unfocused, and they slumped softly to the ground.
Satoshi pushed open the heavy door and walked in.
"Your gold dust is quite nice. Now it's mine."
Satoshi picked up a handful of gold dust and gently squeezed it.
Shadow Clone Jutsu.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Over a dozen identical Satoshi clones appeared inside the treasury.
"Pack as much as you can. Use all sorts of scrolls, fill them up as much as possible."
The clones frantically moved the gold, and in no time, the scrolls were almost full.
Just then, Satoshi's gaze was drawn to an inconspicuous secret door in a corner deep within the treasury.
One clone curiously opened it. Inside were many sealed scrolls. They contained complex puppet designs and some early research on Shukaku's Fuinjutsu.
"These things are quite good. I'll study them when I get back."
Satoshi only stopped when he couldn't fit anything else, satisfied.
Before leaving, he took out a snake skin from his pocket and threw it into a corner. He then tore off a corner of the fake black robe and stuffed it into the guard's hand.
Next, he used the Sharingan's Genjutsu to alter part of their memories.
He meticulously wove a scene: a blurry figure in a black robe with red clouds attacked them at extreme speed.
During the fight, one of the guards desperately tore off a corner of the opponent's robe.
Having done all this, Satoshi let out a long sigh of relief.
When he reappeared, he was already in the most unassuming small inn in a remote town on the border of the Land of Wind. He rented a room and settled in.
Next, all he had to do was wait. He wanted to find an opportunity to cause trouble for Obito.
Before that, he needed to make some preparations.
[Ninja World Scientist activated!]
[Transformation Jutsu upgrading...]
[Under Tobirama's tireless efforts, a disguise Jutsu surpassing Transformation Jutsu has been developed. ]
[Even the Sharingan cannot see through your disguise.]
(End of Chapter)
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