Fourth Shinobi World War

"From the Uzumaki Clan?"

Simu carefully observed the man and woman standing before him in red, cloud-patterned trench coats, surprised to find no trace of grief on their faces over the loss of a comrade.

Combined with the mysterious person who had taken Pain away after the explosion ended, along with the black rods and Rinnegan on Nagato's body, Simu formed a bold hypothesis.

"I see. It seems that Pain was probably just a clone of yours."

Upon hearing this, a rare flash of astonishment crossed Nagato's face, though he quickly regained his composure.

"Your powers of observation are keen."

To be able to deduce the truth of the matter through the subtle expressions on his and Konan's faces, combined with other details, was truly admirable.

"You're right. What you destroyed just now was merely a clone."

Nagato straightened his posture, gazing into Simu's pupils with his unfathomable Rinnegan, and said, "Well, have you decided whether to join Akatsuki now?"

Simu's lips curved into a faint smile. "Not yet. I haven't decided."

He raised his hand, and the mouthparts in his palm surged with a terrifying insect tide, piercing toward Nagato who sat in the wheelchair like a long spear.

Konan moved to intercept, only to see Nagato already raise his palm.

Shinra Tensei!

It was the same terrifying repulsive force, blasting Simu and the insect tide before him straight out of the cave without the slightest politeness!

A hint of murderous intent flickered in Konan's eyes as she spoke coldly, "Nagato, why don't I just—"

Nagato gave a slight wave of his hand, stopping Konan's suggestion.

"Rest assured, he merely wanted to test whether I, the true master, possess that kind of power."

With that, Nagato's expression turned serious, and his tone shifted. "Besides, even if we were to