When the old Supplyman woke, there were no walls around him.
Beneath his feet stretched a black surface with no visible end.
Many white pillars stood in the distance, resembling tree roots or unfinished human forms.
His hands were secured with Chakra Chains, but he had no fatal wounds.
The Masked Man stood three paces away, holding a copy of the old inventory.
"What did you see two days after the collapse?"
The Supplyman did not pretend to have lost his memory.
"Drag marks."
"In which direction?"
"Northeast."
The right eye behind the mask showed no change.
"What else?"
"A pair of goggles and two Metal Fasteners."
"And the body?"
"There wasn't one."
Every statement the Supplyman made was true. Only the direction was false.
He deliberately avoided being too specific about the northeast.
If he invented an entire route, someone familiar with the scene would quickly catch the mistakes.
A vague direction seemed more like a memory faded by years, and left him room to change his account later.
The Supplyman also understated the length of the drag marks by half, misleading the Masked Man into thinking whoever had carried the injured person had traveled only a short distance aboveground.
As long as his captor kept searching aboveground, Konoha would gain more time to get underground.
The drag marks had actually led northwest, underground.
If the Masked Man had personally witnessed the entire process of his own rescue, he should have known at once that northeast was wrong.
Yet he merely continued questioning the Supplyman, demanding that he draw the location.
When the Supplyman picked up the pen, he deliberately began by drawing the Eastern Slope, which had already been blasted apart back then.
The Masked Man did not correct the slope's condition.
This further indicated that he knew