Moriyue's operation went very smoothly. He first won over that bunch of drunks with his drinking capacity, making them stop rejecting him. More people were willing to listen to what he had to say.
This would be of great help when he took the stage to give his speech later. Through the implications in Moriyue's words, these people had already come to see him as one of their own. His highly provocative words ignited the seeds of rebellion in their hearts. They had only ever dared to be angry without daring to speak; Moriyue had voiced what they felt, allowing them to release some of their pent-up pressure.
"The only problem now is the strength of these drunks. In other words, how long can they hold back the Six Paths of Pain?"
Moriyue looked at the impassioned drunks below, their faces flushed red from their necks to their cheeks. He did not think much of them, but that was not important. As long as they could hold back the Six Paths of Pain for a while, it would be enough. During that time, he needed to search for traces of the Talismans.
In fact, he had begun researching Talisman detection long ago. But perhaps he had not collected enough Talismans yet. The general framework of the technique was complete, but its effects could only be called unsatisfactory. It was only after receiving Ajisai's inspiration and personally coming to Amegakure that he gained an extremely faint sense of the Talismans.
He looked again at the drunks he had temporarily stirred up. Never mind whether they were strong enough; their emotions were in place now. Akimoto Osamu could barely wait to grab the wine bottle in his hand and smash that so-called god to the ground.
"Everyone, everyone, listen to me. All