Beep, beep, beep.
Temari walked down the street, treasuring the phone Luo Mang had given her. Her expression turned a little odd as she read the message on it.
"He actually took the day off. Did something happen?"
"Or is he sick?"
She was intensely curious.
Beep, beep!
Just then, the phone vibrated again. Temari checked it curiously.
"Huh? He sent Kurotsuchi a message too? Is he really sick?"
Reading Kurotsuchi's message, Temari looked a little puzzled and a little worried.
She was clearly worried that Luo Mang was ill.
Maybe he really was sick.
He's in an unfamiliar place. Even after these past few months, he might not have adjusted yet. A headache or fever would be perfectly normal. Should I go check on him?
After hearing him out, Luo Mang was certain that Uchiha Itachi's plan had a 99.9 percent chance of succeeding.
The plan exploited Sasuke Uchiha's love for his family and his unwillingness to believe that his own older brother, Uchiha Itachi, had killed their parents.
It would rekindle his desire for revenge.
Then everything would fall naturally into place.
And he would not readily give up the eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, either.
He might see it as inheriting someone's will, for instance.
That sort of thing was common. Even a 99.9 percent success rate might be an underestimate.
The remaining 0.1 percent might come down to an unexpected variable like himself.
A transmigrator appearing to stop it.
The chances of success were high, but Luo Mang truly could not agree with carrying out a plan like this.
"Well? What do you think?"
Uchiha Itachi lightly tapped his leg, convinced that his plan was perfect. If Luo Mang could offer a few suggestions to round it out, that would be even better.
Luo Mang shook his