Kazeki's affairs could be set aside for now. Moriyue still had plenty of difficult problems to face here. Konan was far harder to deal with than the others. If she had not needed to care for Nagato, Moriyue felt that, with that little rich girl's wealth alone, she could have directly built a small country.
Several hundred billion Explosive Tags were no joke.
Although Moriyue already had a faint feeling that Amegakure definitely possessed at least one Talisman, Nagato's strength was there for all to see. Rain Tiger Vision Jutsu was also a major threat to people like them who had come to investigate. At present, there was only one good way to search Amegakure for Talismans.
"We have to muddy the waters." Moriyue looked at the drifting rain outside the door. Amegakure's very existence was full of contradictions. On one hand, it yearned for peace; on the other, it had to use violence to maintain that peace. This contradictory policy had long caused varying degrees of division within Amegakure.
"My head hurts..." Akimoto Osamu shivered in the cold wind. The chill had driven away much of the alcohol haze surrounding him. He struggled to his feet, his face still carrying the confusion of someone who had not sobered up.
"Right, that guy." He looked at Moriyue sitting by the doorway. This was the guy who had drunk him into a stupor earlier.
"You're awake. Wake the others too. There are some things I want to discuss with everyone." Moriyue pulled his conical hat low, its brim hiding half his face and revealing only his chin.
"O-Okay." Akimoto Osamu did not know why he was listening to Moriyue. He was a ninja, after all. He should not have been intimidated by an ordinary man who only knew how to drink.