The Land of Bears, Hoshigakure

Everyone wanted to hear Zetsu's intelligence.

Zetsu did not hesitate. He directly revealed some of the information he had gathered.

Halfway through, someone interrupted him. "Hold on. Zetsu, you said Dawn actually returned to the Artisan Ninja Village and reached some kind of agreement with them?"

Konan spoke up. Although Zetsu was somewhat displeased at being interrupted, he ultimately said nothing.

Instead, he honestly answered, "Yes."

"But considering how incredibly powerful those people are, they might have some special sensory ninjutsu."

"I didn't dare get too close, so I could only watch and monitor them from afar."

Konan nodded at this. It was not Zetsu's fault.

Then Pain spoke. "All right, Zetsu. Continue."

Zetsu grinned. "Okay."

He went on to say a few more things. In the end, he said helplessly, "I followed them closely for several days."

"But for some reason, I suddenly lost track of them."

"Yes, you heard that right. I just completely lost track of them, as if they had vanished into thin air."

"In the end, I got the feeling that they had known all along I was following them. They just didn't want to keep playing with me."

Zetsu spoke with some resentment.

The moment he said this, everyone's expressions turned grim. If what Zetsu said was true, then the Akatsuki Organization—the organization that saw itself as gods—

had long been exposed before their eyes, like a young woman standing naked before someone else.

No one in the Akatsuki Organization could possibly fail to understand what that meant.

The Land of Bears, Hoshigakure.

The implication was already obvious. While the Akatsuki Organization was still fumbling in the dark, the Dawn Organization might have already grasped all their intelligence.

Their development, the strength and circumstances of every ninja they possessed—perhaps the other side had witnessed