Sasori's gaze swept over Pain, then shifted to Obito before finally fixing on Black Zetsu, as though he meant to wring an answer out of them. He did not care in the slightest that someone had used his name, nor did he care about the Konoha Crush Plan. All he cared about was that miraculous Puppet Technique!
"That wasn't control. That was giving life! A divine art that turns cold, dead things into living beings! He isn't a puppeteer. He's a born artist!" Sasori's tone bordered on madness-the reverence of a master artist beholding a masterpiece on an entirely higher plane.
"I don't know his whereabouts," Deva Path Pain replied coldly, completely ignoring Sasori's fervor.
Sasori's excitement was doused like a flame under cold water, but he did not give up. Instead, he scrutinized Pain. "Is that so... Konoha's intelligence said you took part in the operation too. Does your Rinnegan really possess that ability?"
Pain remained silent.
Black Zetsu spoke again from beside them, interrupting the conversation that had veered off course. "Now isn't the time to discuss art, Sasori. Pain, we have more important matters to decide."
His chilling gaze swept over those present. "The intelligence Konoha released this time has put us in the eye of the storm. The Rinnegan, Amegakure... Far too many of our trump cards have been exposed. We can expect Amegakure to become the focus of the entire shinobi world. Countless flies and rats will try every means possible to sneak in, probe us, and investigate. This place is no longer safe."
Black Zetsu posed a question that startled everyone. "Should we relocate Akatsuki's base?"
Inside Akatsuki's base, the air seemed to freeze. Hiruko, controlled by Sasori of the Red Sands, stopped rattling, while Deva Path Pain's cold face betrayed no emotion.
"There