Longmen Realized He'd Been Hasty

"Should I investigate these leads and report back to Nagato?"

Seeing Obito's expression shift as if he were deep in thought, White Zetsu asked.

With its abilities and the number of its clones, gathering information in this world was a piece of cake.

Nagato's assignments might have seemed like a lot, but for White Zetsu, they were nothing. It only needed to know whether the information should be passed along to Nagato.

Obito thought for a while, then unhappily took off his mask and set it on the ground beside him. "Tell him! Most of Nagato's assignments are preparations for war. There's no need to hinder him at a time like this. We should build a little trust first. At least Nagato isn't opposed to continuing to collect the Tailed Beasts for now."

"Then are you just going to let Nagato do whatever he wants?" White Zetsu looked surprised, while Black Zetsu, the black half of its face, suddenly narrowed his eyes as if he'd made a decision.

Obito picked up his mask and rose from the stone steps. "The war is about to begin. Nagato plans to call an Akatsuki meeting, and that's a good thing. I'll try to persuade him to start the Fourth Shinobi World War at the meeting, then take the opportunity to capture the Eight Tails and Nine Tails. The Eye of the Moon Plan won't be delayed..."

He put his mask back on. His scarlet Sharingan glowed red through its eyehole in the darkness. "Besides, we can use Sasuke. His ocular power is strong, and he'll definitely surpass Nagato in the future."

As he spoke, Obito had already prepared himself to seize the Ten-Tails.

He slowly walked toward the mouth of the cave.

"Even if I can't take the Rinnegan from Nagato, as long as he still intends to capture the Tailed Beasts, the plan can continue." As he walked, Obito considered how to deal with Nagato. "Yes, this is just a different way of using him. Even if I reverse the order, becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki first should still work. As long as I can summon the God Tree, I can complete the Eye of the Moon Plan without the Rinnegan..."

"Even if I can't summon the God Tree directly, I can use the Ten-Tails' power and then take the Rinnegan from Nagato. The result will be the same..." The cave's exit was just ahead, faintly lit. Obito raised his right hand, as though he meant to grasp that glimmer of light, and thought with conviction, "My long-cherished wish is finally within reach. I'll create a world where you exist, Rin..."

As for Sasuke Uchiha, he was just a pretext Obito had used to placate Black and White Zetsu. He wanted them to think he was still figuring out how to revive Madara Uchiha.

Zetsu watched Obito's retreating back and followed close behind. The white half of its face smiled, while the black half watched him gloomily. Before long, the cave was empty.

Amegakure. Rain fell without end.

"So Sasuke's Taka is on its way here?"

Nagato stood by the entrance to the hall, receiving White Zetsu's report. He watched the Amegakure Ninja hurrying along the corridor outside and rubbed his forehead, looking troubled.

Inside the hall, behind a huge desk, Konan wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose. She'd expected that coordinating all of Amegakure's personnel for the war would be a lot of work, but the sheer number of documents in front of her had left her completely overwhelmed.

At this rate, she wouldn't just fail to get a proper rest—she'd be in worse shape than when she'd returned from Konoha.

"How many days until the Five Kage Summit? Can Sasuke and Kisame make it in time?" Nagato was about to ask White Zetsu to hurry them along.

Just then, an Amegakure Ninja dressed as a chef came running in, looking panicked. He hurried past Nagato at the entrance and reported to Konan.

"Angel, the food in the storeroom... it's... it's gone again! Those two say they're still not full!"

He was drenched in sweat, as if some terrifying beast were chasing him.

There really were beasts—two ferocious ones.

At his words, Konan pressed her fingers to her temples, looking troubled too. "It's gone again? How long's worth of supplies have they gone through so far?"

It was already the evening of their second day back in Amegakure. In other words, they'd only eaten three meals.

"T-two months!" The Amegakure Ninja, dressed as a chef, seemed to recall something horrifying. His eyes widened, and he stammered, "W-we've bought ingredients six times already, and every time, they eat everything as soon as it's cooked..."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his face. It looked as though he were wiping away tears, and he seemed utterly pitiful.

Hearing this, Nagato sighed and muttered, "I was hasty..."

It wasn't that the Amegakure Ninja before him were making a fuss over nothing. Those two really were like pigs. Anyone who saw them eat would start questioning their own life.

Three meals, and they'd eaten what would last an ordinary person two months. Just think about it—is that any way for people to behave?

He'd forgotten that those two were supposed to be this world's biggest gluttons. They might both be terrible fighters, but when it came to eating, they were at the Six Paths level.

Especially since they'd both just suffered serious injuries. Their appetites were at their very best...

Wait, what kind of logic was that? Nagato's teeth ached. Shouldn't a normal person lose their appetite at a time like this? Why were those two pigs the exact opposite, eating so much as soon as they started feeling better?

They'd been eating with such gusto, as if they were taking revenge on Amegakure—wolfing down food without a shred of ladylike decorum. Nagato had only taken one look before deciding he couldn't bear to watch.

And those two were supposed to be goddesses? Hah!

He had indeed said he planned to lock Tsunade up and waste food on her. But he hadn't meant wasting it like this! Food was expensive in Amegakure.

Rubbing her temples, Konan made her decision. "Buy more! Take more people this time, and bring back enough for three months!"

She had no habit of mistreating prisoners.

"Yes!..." The Amegakure Ninja dressed as a chef swallowed and withdrew with a grim resolve. Buying that much food would be easy; cooking it would be hard. His legs trembled as he walked away, and he silently vowed to buy the biggest cooking pot he could find this time!

"You really have it rough..." Nagato spoke heavily as he watched the Amegakure Ninja shoulder the burden of feeding two pigs. When the man's figure disappeared into the rain, Nagato decided he should consider giving him a raise.