The accusations of his former companions dealt an unimaginable blow to White Fang's psyche, amounting to a complete denial of his actions back then.
For a man with such immense pride, it could even be called the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Had it not been for the intelligence on Akatsuki, perhaps under such pressure, he would have chosen to go to extremes.
But now, his sense of duty as a ninja compelled him to report the intelligence he had obtained to the Third Hokage. Because of that, he had not fallen into the abyss of the original story.
Night had fallen, the moon and stars hanging low as silver-white and brilliant light spilled over the peaceful village in the distance.
Outside the village, atop a nearby peak, three figures appeared without a sound. The night wind swept past them, making their black robes patterned with red clouds rustle loudly, lending them an unusual solemnity beneath the moonlight.
"The time is about right." Shin gazed at the distant village and spoke softly. From where he stood, most of the village lay within his view.
Behind him stood two ninjas wearing Akatsuki robes. One had green light glowing from his eyes, half his face covered, and skin of an exceedingly strange color.
One of Akatsuki's elder members, Kakuzu.
The other looked only twelve or thirteen years old. With his red hair and features even more delicate than a girl's, he was Sasori of the Red Sands.
"My lord, do we make our move tonight?" Kakuzu asked in a low voice from behind him. Sasori's gaze sharpened, killing intent faintly surfacing.
Shin chuckled and nodded. "More or less. After these past few days, the pressure in White Fang's heart has reached its limit. Now is the best opportunity to