White Zetsu shared a collective consciousness.
A small portion of them had personalities of their own and were intensely curious about all sorts of things.
Clearly, the things this White Zetsu was curious about were a little twisted.
What?
You wanted to put it in Chengdu?
That was practically a benefit for him!
What he had not expected was that, while dealing with the White Zetsu matter, the Wood Clone encountered three people.
Led by Konan, she and Nagato quickly arrived at the battlefield.
The battlefield was in the direction of the Land of Rain, which saved them a great deal of time.
"Konan, would you... blame me for failing to fulfill Yahiko's will?"
Nagato was skin and bones, his empty eye sockets resembling his life itself. Having lost his sight, he instead began to ponder his own life. Heh, what life could someone who had been a pawn from beginning to end possibly have?
Perhaps... he should have died on the night his parents died.
"Nagato."
Konan came to a stop. The wind seemed to gradually die down. Her voice was as calm as a quietly blooming gardenia, gentle yet resolute as she softly said:
"Would you blame Yahiko for failing to lead us to peace?"
All stray thoughts vanished.
That was right.
How could he have asked such a stupid question?
Nagato could not help but laugh. "I understand. I hope that this time, our choice... will be the right one."
Suddenly.
Konan stopped walking.
Nagato froze. In his perception, a familiar Chakra signature had stopped nearby—so warm, yet so distant. His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief. "Is it... Teacher Jiraiya?"
"Yes, it's Teacher Jiraiya."
Konan's voice was calm, but the slight tremble in her eyes revealed her emotions.
"Nagato... how did he end up like