He could only say sullenly, "I've got more than five corpses in my laboratory. Just pick whichever ones you want!"
Pain looked thoroughly displeased. "The ones here won't do!"
Orochimaru asked helplessly, "Then what kind of corpses do you want?"
Pain froze for a moment, then fell silent.
The truth was, Pain himself didn't know what he wanted.
Just then, the air twisted. Orochimaru frowned at once. That sensation was all too familiar—it was that detestable Masked Man, Tobi.
But Tobi was his comrade now, a member of the same organization. Orochimaru could say nothing. He merely took a small step back, putting some distance between them.
Tobi seemed not to care. In a flash, he appeared before Pain. "If you want suitable corpses, how long are you going to wait around aimlessly?"
Pain's brows drew together sharply. "What are you getting at?"
Tobi circled Pain with a grin. "Instead of waiting, why not take the initiative? It'll be much faster!"
Orochimaru listened from the side, alarm written across his face. He fixed Tobi with a hard stare but said nothing.
After all, the final decision was Pain's. Neither of them could make it for him.
Tobi laughed. "There are always people in the Shinobi World who don't deserve to live. If they don't deserve to be here, they might as well die sooner. At least their corpses could be of some use!"
Tobi spoke calmly, his eyes full of amusement. He clearly wasn't joking.
Pain fell silent, apparently giving serious thought to whether the idea would work.
Saro was bewildered. She couldn't fully understand what he meant.
But she felt an instinctive fear of the masked Tobi. She backed away until she was almost entirely hidden behind Orochimaru.
Orochimaru gave Saro a helpless look and patted her reassuringly. Then