Before he had even finished speaking, the Zangetsu in Raito's hand had somehow already come to rest against Kisame's Adam's apple.
The cold blade pierced his skin, drawing a bead of blood.
"Now, do you still think I'm bluffing?"
"Heh!" Kisame gave a dry laugh and simply gave up resisting. "You really do have what it takes to kill me!"
"But... what makes you think I'll go back with you? That lousy village reeking of blood is boring as hell!"
Hearing that, Raito smiled instead.
Every one of those freaks in the Akatsuki had some lofty ideal or twisted wish. Kisame alone was simply looking for some fun, or hoping to verify the "real world" Obito had spoken of.
To put it plainly, he was a dutiful, highly skilled hired hand-the finest model employee in the shinobi world.
"That's why I said Kirigakure is different now. Otherwise, would I come looking for you just because I had nothing better to do?"
"Well? Interested?"
"Rather than lazing around in that illusory Genjutsu world, why not go home and build a village you find interesting with your own hands? Wouldn't that be more exciting than working for someone else?"
Kisame's expression shifted unpredictably.
He felt as though Raito could see right through him. This kid even knew all about the secret of "Infinite Tsukuyomi"...
Gradually, a crazed smile curled Kisame's lips.
Now it seemed that this brat named Raito was more interesting than Obito.
And the suggestion he had made really did sound more challenging.
Changing the world with his own hands did seem far more exciting than watching a fake movie!
"All right, I'll go back with you. But those people in the Akatsuki are no pushovers. I know too many secrets. They won't let you off!"
"Doesn't matter. I'll have