With her dear friend dying once again, Konan's heart was filled with an indescribable desolation. That was why she stood there quietly, gazing at Amegakure.
This place had once held Yahiko and Nagato's dreams, as well as their childhood.
Otsutsuki Toneri walked softly to Konan's side and quietly kept her company.
Konan naturally noticed Otsutsuki Toneri's arrival, but she did not turn around. Right now, she really needed some peace and quiet.
"Itachi is dead." After a long while, Otsutsuki Toneri spoke calmly. He naturally understood what Konan's presence here meant.
But Konan was also one of his targets. He would not let her become a withered flower of hope as she had in the original story!
"..." Konan pressed her lips together at his words. Her delicate face remained expressionless, but her beautiful eyes, somewhat clouded now, slowly closed.
Akatsuki, Dawn's Dawn-the organization the three of them had founded to fulfill their dreams was now on the verge of falling apart.
"Nagato is dead." Konan's weary voice sounded softly. Right now, her heart truly ached.
Back when the Tailed Beast Plan had just begun, how powerful and spirited the Akatsuki had been.
But as the plan went into motion, its members died one after another, as though under a curse of fate.
He was dead. They were dead. They had been killed.
The terrible news never stopped. Their companions died one after another.
"This path toward our goal was wrong. Toneri, just as you said back then, people won't accept this bridge to peace." Konan's subdued voice rang out, and a trace of sorrow appeared on the delicate face that usually remained calm and indifferent.
Nagato had been wrong, and she, who had not stopped him, had been wrong as well.
But that realization had come too late. Nagato