At that thought, Itachi planned to ask Uchiha Gen about it after he and Kisame handed over the Four-Tails.
"Mr. Itachi, what's wrong?" Kisame asked as he waited ahead, dragging the Jinchuriki with one hand and carrying Samehada over his shoulder with the other. Having teamed up with Itachi for so long, he could tell that Itachi seemed to be thinking about something.
"Nothing. Someone from Genkyo probably came to inspect the scene just now. That person possessed the Shikotsumyaku bloodline and was very strong," Itachi said. It was no secret; given Genkyo's way of operating, anyone could find out with a little investigation.
"Genkyo?" Kisame pondered. He had heard of the organization over the past few days. His only assessment was that, aside from their decent strength, their actions were utterly baffling. They spent ages picking missions, knocked out everyone except the targets without killing them, and ended up letting all kinds of intelligence leak out.
And now, they had actually boasted that they would take on the mission of protecting Jinchuriki. No matter how strong they were, what right did they have to protect the Jinchuriki of other villages?
Still, Akatsuki might truly clash with Genkyo one day. With their naive way of handling matters, they probably would not pose much of a threat to the organization.
Meanwhile, the naive Hyuga Mokujin had just killed another group of people trying to gouge out his eyes. Seeing the blood on his hands, he rolled his dead-fish eyes, his mood turning thoroughly foul. There was a hole in his clothes near his heart, five percent of the skin beneath it was damaged, and his clothes were stained with blood.
That lazy bastard Bone Lord—who knew where he had run off to!
Those people had come prepared. Genkyo had been drawing