The brain inside Jiraiya's head was a complete mess now. He had lost even his most basic ability to think.
Of course he knew of the Akatsuki. This mercenary group had risen to prominence in recent years, acting with extraordinary audacity. Its mission completion rate was one hundred percent, yet its fees were cheap. It even dared to compete with the Five Great Nations for clients and missions.
Jiraiya had vaguely sensed that something was off about the organization, but he had no concrete evidence. Now that Shingetsu had suddenly revealed everything, his head felt ready to explode.
He stood stunned for a while, then immediately protested:
"Impossible! Nagato would never do anything like that!"
Jiraiya had absolute faith in the student he had taught. Nagato had once been the Child of Prophecy on whom he had pinned his highest hopes. No one understood that boy's kind nature better than he did.
Besides, how could a dead man climb out of his grave?
"Nagato died long ago. Don't insult the reputation of the dead!"
"You'll have to ask Danzo and Hanzō about that. Oh, and Obito Uchiha and Black Zetsu."
Shingetsu shrugged with a slightly mocking expression, privately marveling at how the Pot Kage truly had a hand in everything.
She could not be bothered to explain further. Instead, she beckoned to Jiraiya, signaling for him to look at her.
Those eerie, crimson Sharingan were striking, but Jiraiya immediately turned his gaze elsewhere.
Never look into an Uchiha Clan member's eyes. Countless Shinobi had paid with their lives to teach that lesson on the battlefield!
Yet in his anxiety and concern, Jiraiya finally gathered his courage, raised his head, and met those eyes.
In an instant, a flood of information and memories poured into his mind through Genjutsu.
When the