At a mountain pass along one of the valleys leading to Iwagakure, a tall man in a black cloak patterned with red clouds sat idly on the stone steps.
Beyond the steps lay one of the main roads leading back to the village.
The man wore a mask that revealed only his green eyes with red around the irises. A gray covering wrapped around his head, with an inverted triangular strip of cloth on top. At first glance, its style looked remarkably like a pair of men's briefs.
But the strip bore a Forehead Protector from Takigakure, its center crossed by a horizontal slash—the mark of a rogue ninja.
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"So boring..."
The man in the black cloak gazed listlessly at the streams trickling from the base of the stone peaks on either side of the road.
But today, the water flowing through the stream wasn't clear as usual. It had turned a deep red. Looking closely, one could see that the upstream was already clogged with corpses, their faces twisted in horrific death.
The stream had long since been blocked. What flowed downstream now was blood seeping from the holes in the corpses!
"Not a single one of these Iwagakure guys is worth anything..."
"Their hearts are weak, too. They're not even worth keeping as spares..."
Kakuzu rested his hands on his knees and muttered under his breath.
Soon, though, the sound of hurried footsteps reached Kakuzu's ears.
Before long,
A burly man appeared before Kakuzu with a squad of ninja. He wore a red ninja cap, had a prominent nose and a stringy beard, and was huge. A red, tight-fitting combat suit covered his body, with brown chain mail over it. A long red sleeve covered his left arm, while his right arm was bare.
Kakuzu