Konan's paper wings carried her between Amegakure's towers.
With an arm around Pakura's waist, Zhengye followed at an unhurried pace.
Hot-water pipes Pakura had blown apart littered their route.
The villagers of Amegakure hid inside their homes, their faces filled with fear.
Although the fighting had stopped, their leader was dead, and Amegakure had lost.
The defeated side often had to surrender vast amounts of resources just to get by.
Amegakure had finally begun to improve. Were they about to be left at someone else's mercy again?
The villagers looked uneasy, filled with uncertainty about the future.
Konan did not lead Zhengye to the central tower, because Nagato was not there.
Instead, he was in an unremarkable, low building to the north.
The door was locked and looked quite old.
Zhengye took out the Byakugan Glasses and looked inside. Well now-the interior branched out in every direction, filled with passages leading all over Amegakure.
And the walls were packed with Explosive Tags.
One wrong turn, and you would be blown sky-high.
But Konan had no intention of playing tricks on Zhengye. She dutifully followed the safe route.
She even warned them, "These passages are all filled with Explosive Tags. You can only descend through the air. Stay close to me."
Pakura's hands tensed, and she carefully controlled her Scorch Release fireballs, worried that one might shoot downward and ignite the Explosive Tags below.
That would be a truly pathetic way to die.
Zhengye, however, looked relaxed. After all, he still had plenty of ocular power left.
Even if something unexpected happened, it would remain within his control.
None of the three spoke as they wound through turn after turn, descending steadily.
Using the Byakugan Glasses to estimate the distance, Zhengye figured they had already descended over a hundred meters.
And