While Jiraiya and Madara Uchiha were fighting, in a secluded spot far from Amegakure-
Boom!
The sounds of Jiraiya and Madara Uchiha's battle were so thunderous that even this distant place could feel its lingering force.
"Hm?"
Inside a small two-story house in this secluded spot, Konan held a teacup, staring absently at the wisps of steam rising from it. Ever since she had grown close to Shin, perhaps influenced by him, she had taken to sipping slightly bitter tea whenever she had nothing to do.
Beside her sat Nagato, whose body had been restored to full health, and Yahiko, who had been resurrected.
Yahiko took a bored sip of tea. Seeing Konan drifting off again, he seemed to think of something. His eyes shifted, and he raised his arm to nudge Nagato beside him discreetly. When Nagato looked over, Yahiko tipped his chin slightly toward Konan.
He meant, Look, there she goes again.
Ever since Yahiko had been resurrected and his own body had recovered, Nagato had become much more at peace. Seeing Yahiko's gesture, a faint smile touched his lips. He was just about to say something when he seemed to sense an unusual disturbance. His head snapped up, and he looked toward Amegakure.
Following Nagato's movement, both Konan and Yahiko quickly noticed something amiss and looked in the same direction.
White wings swiftly unfurled behind Konan, and she flew through the window and up into the sky. Her eyes remained fixed on the distant village, and she soon caught sight of an unusual flash of red.
"Konan, what's happening over there?"
Yahiko and Nagato had both jumped onto the roof by then, and Yahiko asked with some concern.
Although they had now abandoned the Akatsuki, they were still people of the Land of Rain, and Amegakure had