The murky rainwater poured into the deep pit, washing away large patches of thick, black blood.
Kakuzu collapsed backward into the deepest part of the rubble and mud.
He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain.
The black lines of Earth Grudge Fear behind him were mostly necrotic, emitting a burnt stench.
Four shattered fragments of the mythical beast mask lay scattered in the muddy water.
Only the center of his chest remained.
The remaining part of his heart, which belonged to his original body, was still beating extremely weakly and chaotically.
"Thump, thump..."
Each beat felt like a death knell tolling for the Grim Reaper.
He has lived for almost a hundred years.
Having survived from the end of the Sengoku to the present day, he has experienced countless Shinobi World wars.
Never before had Kakuzu smelled the stench of death so clearly as he did now!
If he were to take another strike of that unpredictable black-gold finger technique...
His bones, which have been patched up with secret techniques for nearly a hundred years, will completely vanish!
"Da, da."
The soft sound of water splashing echoed slowly at the edge of the pit.
Senju Kenya had a white jade pipe between his teeth, and his floral shorts were soaking wet and stuck to his knees.
He slowly shuffled to the edge of the deep pit, wearing flip-flops.
Then, without a care, he plopped down on the muddy edge of the rocks.
He even casually pulled out a handful of roasted, crispy peanuts from the deep pocket of his floral shorts, tossed them into his mouth, and chewed them with a crunching sound.
"Call--"
A plume of bluish-white smoke was calmly exhaled by Kenya into the bottom of the pit.
He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Kakuzu's aged face, covered in stitches, as if he were examining an old turtle about to be cooked.
"Stop playing dead, old tailor."
"I know what I'm doing. My last heart is still beating, isn't it?"
Hearing this extremely sarcastic remark...
Kakuzu gritted his remaining few yellow teeth, his eyes twitching wildly.
He forced back the suffocating feeling in his chest and let out a hoarse, cold laugh:
" Senju Kenya... Kill me if you want! I've lived this long, what haven't I seen?!"
Kakuzu coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood, trying to regain his composure by invoking his past glory:
"You want me to beg for mercy? Dream on! I'm the man who even assassinated Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi!!"
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Kenya rolled his Byakugan dramatically and Teuchi Kakuzu's words:
"Throwing Shuriken 800 miles away, then fleeing on a train overnight—does that even qualify as assassination?"
"My old man didn't even remember what you looked like back then. Don't try to use my grandfather as a get-out-of-jail-free card. Aren't you ashamed?"
This ruthless revelation instantly turned Kakuzu's face from deathly pale to a deep purplish-red.
Kenya swallowed the peanut in his mouth and twirled the white jade pipe in his palm.
Suddenly, a terrifying glint of greed, even more intense than when he had seen the vault of the Bounty Station, flashed in his deep, dark eyes:
"You old dog, I've spared your worthless life until now, not just to listen to your bragging."
Kenya leaned forward slightly, looking down at Kakuzu with a sinister, bandit-like grin spreading across his lips.
"I've heard... you old geezer, you've been killing people for bounties in the underground black market since the Sengoku period?"
"A professional assassin and black market dealer who's been doing this for almost a hundred years?"
Kenya tapped the side of his pipe with his index finger, producing a crisp sound.
"Tell me, how much money have you saved for your funeral over the past hundred years? Where are your secret savings accounts hidden?"
"Boom!"
The moment those words were spoken.
It was as if a massive nuclear bomb had instantly detonated in Kakuzu's mind!
The old body, which had been limp on the ground, suddenly began to convulse violently!
A bankbook?!
Hidden money?!
These bandits from Konoha... they actually dared to steal the money he'd painstakingly saved up over a hundred years?!
"No! I have no money!!"
Kakuzu roared madly, his voice so shrill it was almost distorted, and his eyes bulged out!
This reaction was ten times more violent than when the four hearts were forcibly ignited!
"All the bounties I've earned have been handed over to the Akatsuki as operating funds!!"
Kakuzu began to wail desperately at his poverty, even Kakuzu to shed tears of humiliation.
"You, as the Great Emperor, have no idea how much the Akatsuki costs!!"
" Deidara buys expensive Clay Bomb Tenten, Sasori of the Red Sands collects expensive puppet materials Tenten, Konan wants to hoard hundreds of billions of Explosive Tag at the drop of a hat!!"
"I've been working myself to the bone outside, losing money all by myself! I'm broke! I don't have a single penny!!"
Kakuzu cried out in anguish and heartbreak.
He looked exactly like a miserable old farmer who had been exploited his whole life.
However.
Sitting by the pit, Senju Kenya Kenya's smile not only didn't fade, but became even brighter.
"Keep acting, keep acting."
Kenya slowly stood up and stepped into the deep pit through the mud.
He walked to Kakuzu's side.
He lifted his right foot, which was clad in flip-flops, and placed it lightly on the remaining part of Kakuzu's original heart in his chest.
"Click..."
The mere faint, strange force transmitted through the flip-flops caused Kakuzu's ribs to make a cracking sound as if they were about to break!
With his heart's blood supply instantly cut off, Kakuzu suffocated, seeing stars, and his limbs thrashed wildly!
"You old Frankenstein, do you think my head butler Kato Yosuke, is a pushover?"
Kenya in mouth, looked down at him condescendingly, slowly reciting the black market secrets he had just read:
"In the underground cavern of the Land of Grass, the third anonymous safe contains two thousand standard-sized heavy gold bricks from the Land of Fire."
"The high-grade Chakra gem you deposited as collateral at the Land of Land of Lightning's black market bank under the alias ' Blackwater Merchant ' is worth 80 million ryo."
"Underground in the hot spring town of Land of Hot Water, you secretly control three underground gambling dens..."
Each time Kenya announced a location, he would utter a number.
Kakuzu's heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a sledgehammer!
His face was ashen!
Utterly ashes!
Our entire secret has been figured out!
The man in front of him wasn't bluffing him at all; he had completely cut off his escape routes!
"What... what exactly do you want?!"
Kakuzu gasped for breath in despair, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear and heartache.
Kenya bent down slightly and blew a thick, pungent puff of smoke directly onto Kakuzu's old face, which was covered in stitches.
A cruel, blackmailing smile curled at the corner of his lips.
The perpetrators Kakuzu handed over their bankbooks, and were subsequently blackmailed for hundreds of millions.