But Obito and Black Zetsu's assurances had put them at ease. Now, however, trouble had come—Ronglin had begun summoning the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
BOOM!!!
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, which had been about to rise, suddenly lost control and sat back down. At that very moment, Nagato felt control return to him.
"Heh heh, I wonder how long it'll take you to come looking for me?"
Ronglin laughed heartily and stopped the summoning, intending to let Akatsuki digest this development before stirring things up again. He believed that Black Zetsu and Obito would come find him at the first opportunity.
"Nagato, are you all right?"
Seeing the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path calm down, Konan finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Cough, cough!! I'm fine."
The coughing made Nagato spit out another mouthful of blood, leaving Konan deeply worried.
"Huff... huff... Notify Uchiha Madara at once! Uchiha Ronglin is summoning the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path!!!"
"I know!!" Konan's expression was extremely grim.
"I knew this wasn't reliable! As long as Uchiha Ronglin exists, we'll never be able to develop in peace. And yet Uchiha Madara said we could rest assured!!
I really don't know where his so-called confidence came from!!!"
Konan was full of pent-up anger. She had said from the beginning that such a potential threat was not enough to put anyone at ease. So-called promises were utterly unreliable.
They were less dependable than plastic wrap—one light poke and they tore. Yet Obito had insisted that things were absolutely stable, and only then had she dropped the matter.
No one could possibly feel secure with a promise like that, especially when Konan's impression of Ronglin had always been terrible.
Cough, cough!!!
Nagato only coughed and said nothing. His face