In the shadows of Amegakure, Uchiha Yaowan, dressed in a trench coat and wearing a mask, coldly observed everything before him.
"That red-haired one is Nagato."
Black and White Zetsu poked half his body out from underground, gesturing for Yaowan to look at the red-haired man on the rooftop.
"The host of the Rinnegan?"
Squinting at Nagato and Konan beside him, Yaowan nodded, indicating that he understood.
Should we go and make contact with him?
Seeing that Yaowan had no intention of making a move, Black and White Zetsu somewhat curious about the purpose of the other party's visit.
Yao Wan glanced sideways at Black and White Zetsu, showing no liking for the will of the person before him. He coldly said, "Brainless fools shouldn't presume to know my thoughts. Just obediently do what I've arranged for you."
"Oh dear, why get so angry?"
At this moment, it was Black and White Zetsu White Zetsu who spoke, while Black Zetsu remained silent.
Black Zetsu thought that after Madara's death, he would no longer be scolded so Fudō as before, but he didn't expect that the successor chosen by Madara was still the same. This made the proud Black Zetsu about to explode on the spot.
It's so frustrating! If Madara was alive, he'd call me brainless; if he's dead, he'll still call me brainless. Didn't Madara die for nothing?!
At that moment, Black Zetsu just wanted to unleash every curse word he knew on Yaowan in front of him, but in the end, his longing for his mother overcame his anger, and Black Zetsu decided to remain silent.
"Go down now. I'll call you when I need you."
Turning his gaze away, Yaowan ignored the Black and White Zetsu beside him and strode towards the street in front of him.
Well, that's what he said.
White Zetsu smiled and prepared to leave as the other party wished.
"Let's go then."
Although he didn't know what the other party was planning to do, he couldn't rush them at the moment and could only watch helplessly as Yaowan gradually disappeared from his sight.
Walking forward on his own, Yaowan came to a small stall.
Because of the abundant rainfall in the Land of Rain, all the stalls here have rain shelters, making it convenient for customers to dine inside.
After ordering a few things, Yaowan declined the owner's invitation to eat inside, insisting on sitting on the edge of the awning while looking around.
He came from Hanzo's controlled area. Compared to the gloomy faces of the civilians and low-level ninjas in Hanzo's Hanzo, the area controlled by Akatsuki Organization was obviously much more vibrant with life.
Although both places require paying taxes to higher authorities, Yaowan learned from the boss that the tax rates and collection frequency here were much better than in Hanzo.
Moreover, the other party is genuinely protecting the safety of these civilians.
The way ordinary people on the street looked at the Akatsuki Organization members who walked by from time to time showed that their relationship was relatively harmonious.
Yaowan put the unnamed snack into his mouth and nodded; the taste was much better than he had imagined.
Well done, Akatsuki Organization.
As the drink served by the shopkeeper accompanied him, Yaowan's gaze was deep, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
"Hey, Uncle Ci Yong."
A patrol of Akatsuki Organization members passed by the stall and saw the owner sitting with his legs crossed by the door. They greeted him warmly.
"Isn't this the Dafo? Come and sit down, I'll go make you something to eat."
Upon recognizing the person who greeted him, the owner warmly stood up and invited them to sit down inside the shop.
"No, I'm on patrol right now. Iwagakure and Konoha have recently reached a truce, and I need to prevent wandering ninjas from both sides from escaping here."
The man called "Dafo" gave a simple, honest smile and asked the shopkeeper, "Uncle Ci Yong, have you seen any strangers these past few days?"
"Strangers? No, these days it's all regulars, I can call them all by name. But I heard some of Saburo's relatives might be coming from Hanzo's controlled area soon, so there should be some unfamiliar customers dining here then."
Smiling, the boss rubbed his head and truthfully reported the information to the Dafo in front of him.
"Oh, that's good."
The Dafo nodded and said nothing more.
"I'm full, thank you for your hospitality."
Just then, Yaowan, having finished the last bite of his meal, stood up from his seat, interrupting their conversation.
"The food was excellent, thank you for your hospitality, it's all my gratitude."
He took out some money from his pocket and placed it on the table. Yaowan nodded to the boss and the Dafo and others, then slowly walked into the rain.
"That won't do... Um, look at my brain, my memory is failing me, I've actually forgotten my guest's name."
The boss grabbed the money Yaowan had left behind and tried to chase after him, but Yaowan quickly disappeared from sight.
I could only think of returning the money to them when I closed up shop at night, since they were all acquaintances living together.
But I can't remember the other person's name.
"Uncle Ci Yong, your memory is failing you. That guy isn't... Look, I've forgotten his name too."
The Dafo chuckled and teased the boss, about to say the other person's name, when he realized he had also forgotten it.
"It feels so good, but I just can't remember. Do any of you remember?"
Dafo rubbed his head, feeling that the face was familiar but he couldn't quite place the name. Dafo could only turn to look at his companions behind him.
"That's not... wait, I forgot too..."
"Yes, it looks familiar, but the name is really hard to remember..."
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Yaowan was now almost at the location where the Akatsuki Organization members were gathered.
In his eyes, the triangular pattern was constantly rotating, representing that he was activating the power of his Mangekyō Sharingan.
Some of the Akatsuki Organization ninjas he encountered on the road greeted him loudly, while others nodded in acknowledgment, and Yaowan responded to each of them.
Suddenly, Yaowan abruptly turned his head, turning his gaze to the top of a towering building, a feature unique to Amegakure, in the distance.
There, dressed exactly like Yaowan Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Troublesome guy."
As the moment drew near, Yaowan stopped and turned to head in another direction.
"An interesting ability, but is it limited by distance...?"
He was quite pleased with himself when he observed Yaowan's Mangekyō Sharingan abilities.
Battles between ninjas are battles of intelligence. The more information you have about your opponent, the more likely you are to win.
I've now roughly figured out one of their abilities; the rest I'll figure out sooner or later just by observing them.
Thinking this way, the moment he figured out his next plan of action, he vanished from the spot in an instant.