Nagato lowered his head and smiled faintly. "Mm. I'll do my best."
One look at Nagato told Yahiko he was all right now. Delighted, Yahiko raised a hand and gave Nagato's head a firm pat.
The movement pulled at Yahiko's wounds. More blood seeped out, and he couldn't help hissing in pain.
Nagato tensed at the sound and snapped, "That's what you get for moving around!"
The easy warmth between them made even the onlookers feel that Amegakure's endless rain wasn't quite so oppressive. Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.
Black Zetsu watched everything below from midair with Obito Uchiha. He let out a raspy laugh, full of mockery.
"Looks like their bond is stronger than ever!"
Behind his mask, Obito Uchiha's twisted face grew even more terrifying.
"That's only temporary. All of Nagato's beliefs are going to come crashing down!"
Obito Uchiha turned toward the dark figure beside him. "When that happens, Nagato will be ours."
Black Zetsu didn't seem to agree. He merely gave a short laugh. "Let's hope so!"
With that, their figures slowly vanished.
Obito Uchiha had gotten nowhere. As he cast one last glance at Yahiko, his eyes were full of murderous intent.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Yin had finally coaxed the willful princess Anko out of her temper and found a chance to slip away.
Anko might have been a willful princess, but one thing was undeniable.
Uchiha Yin himself had spoiled her into being that way.
He had never thought that was a bad thing. If anything, he was proud of it.
After all, he had spoiled Anko so thoroughly that no one but him could put up with her.
Of course, Uchiha Yin had never said that aloud. It hardly fit his image.
He knew no one would dare say anything to